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A GLIMPSE OF ETERNITY

One man’s encounter with life beyond death.

Ian McCormack’s story

As told by Jenny Sharkey

“A Glimpse of Eternity” is the incredible true story of one man’s encounter with death

and the realms beyond it. Stung by five box jellyfish while diving off the coast of

Mauritius, Ian McCormack later died in hospital and was dead for 15-20 minutes.

During this time he experienced both hell and heaven and came back to tell the story!

Dying was his doorway to true life and his story is transforming lives around the world

as it touches on some of the deepest questions we all eventually ask.

Dedicated to our children, who are our pride and joy,

and to all those children of the world

who are yet to find their home with the Father.

“Trust in God; trust also in me.

In my Father’s house are many rooms;

if it were not so, I would have told you.

I am going there to prepare a place for you.”

- Jesus

John 14:2 (NIV)

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CONTENTS

Foreword…………………………………………...

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1.

The Big O.E. ……………………………....

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2.

The Box Jellyfish………………………….

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3.

The Endurance Test……………………...

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4.

The Lord’s Prayer…………………………

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The Final Release…………………………

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The Darkness………………………………

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The Light……………………………………

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The Waves of Love……………………….

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The Door and the Decision ………………

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The Return…………………………………

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Seeing In a New Light…………………….

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What Now for You? ………………………

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Notes ………………………………………………

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FORWARD

Ian McCormack's story is profoundly moving, and completely credible. Although I am

familiar with Ian's story, I found that reading this short book caused me to question

again the ultimate purpose and destiny of my own life. Hopefully, other readers will be

prompted to ask the same questions.

As an experienced General Practitioner, I have no doubt that Ian died following multiple

stings from Box Jellyfish. The Box Jellyfish is one of the most dangerous venomous

creatures in the world. Death from Box Jellyfish stings can occur within five minutes.

Death is due to respiratory failure, caused by paralysis of the respiratory centre in the

brain, or to direct effects on the heart, causing electrical conduction disturbances and

paralysis of the cardiac muscle. Patients who have been stung by Box Jellyfish

frequently become unconscious before leaving the water.

In my opinion Ian McCormack sustained a cardiac arrest, due to the toxic effects of Box

Jellyfish stings. No blame is attached to his death, since a considerable time had

elapsed before the antitoxin could be administered to Ian in hospital, making the

prognosis extremely poor.

Ian's account of Jesus Christ, Heaven and Hell are completely in accord with

the Biblical descriptions. In fact, like all supernatural events, the truth of these events

should be checked against the truth of the Scriptures, as the Bereans did (Acts 17:11)*.

Ian later became an ordained minister in 1991, and has travelled widely all over the

world speaking about his experience. Ian has made it his lifetime's goal to see as many

people as possible end up in heaven, rather than hell, which is the reason for his

travelling. His motive is not financial.

After hearing Ian speak, he so greatly impressed me that I co-authored two books on

Near Death Experiences, and I now travel widely speaking on Near Death Experiences

myself. I sincerely hope that as readers are confronted with the reality of heaven and

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hell, that they not only ensure their own destiny in heaven, but also encourage others

to do the same.

Dr Richard Kent

(Dr Richard Kent is a retired medical doctor, and is now an ordained minister.

He is the co-author of "The Final Frontier", and "Beyond The Final Frontier", which include 51 Near Death Accounts. Readers can read about other Near Death

Experiences, Dr Richard Kent and the registered UK charity from which he operates on

his web site: www.finalfrontier.org.uk )

* For further biblical correlation’s please refer to the notes at the back of the book.

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CHAPTER ONE

THE BIG O.E.

There is a way that seems right to a man

but in the end it leads to death.

Proverbs 14:12 (NIV)

It was 1980 and I was 24 years old when I set out on an adventure that was to turn my

life upside down. I had saved some money and was eager to travel and explore the

world. My best friend and I decided to sell our worldly possessions and head out on a

surfing safari, an ‘endless summer’ holiday.

I was born and raised in New Zealand, a beautiful island country in the Pacific region.

My parents were schoolteachers, and because of this we moved towns often,

relocating in various rural areas. I had two siblings and together we had enjoyed many

of the privileges that many New Zealand children take for granted, such as summer

holidays at the beach. From a young age I reveled in the sea.

I completed a university degree in agriculture at Lincoln University and then worked for

two years as a farm consultant with the New Zealand Dairy Board. I loved farming. I

loved working in the outdoors, and spent as much time as possible in outdoor pursuits.

Most of my weekends were spent diving, surfing, tramping, and pursuing all kinds of

sports.

After two years of working, I got the urge to travel. In New Zealand a phenomenal

number of young people travel overseas before they finally settle into a career and

family life. It’s a phenomena fondly termed ‘The Big O.E.’

So off I went with my surfboard under my arm. I initially flew to Sydney, Australia first

and surfed my way up the East Coast of Australia to Surfers Paradise. I travelled light

and stayed in the cheapest accommodation I could find, while spending my days

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catching good waves at Dee Why, Fosters, Lennox Heads, Byron Bay and Burleigh

Heads.

Ian’s passport photo and stamps

I hitchhiked up through the outback of Australia to Darwin and then carried on to Bali in

Indonesia, where I surfed Kuta Reef, then took my chances surfing Uluwatu, an

amazing left-hand reef break. I also visited a few Hindu & Buddhist temple sites before

continuing on overland through Java.

As I travelled through Asia the people often asked me if I was a Christian, presumably

because I was white skinned. The question challenged me because I had been

brought up in a Christian family, but I wasn’t sure if I should call myself a Christian.

I was raised as an Anglican and attended the “Church of England”. At the age of 14

years I was confirmed in the church. I would pray as a child, and went to Sunday

school and youth group, and yet I’d never really had a personal experience with God. I

remember coming out of the church on the day of my confirmation quite disillusioned.

Nothing seemed to have happened. My heart was full of questions, so I asked my

mother if God had ever spoken personally to her. She turned to me and said “God

does speak and He is real”. Then she shared how she had cried out to God in a time

of tragedy and He had answered her. So I asked her why God hadn’t ever spoken to

me. I vividly remember her answer; “Often it takes a tragedy to humble us so that we

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will turn to God. Men by nature tend to be quite proud”. I retorted, “I’m not that kind of

person, I’m not proud”. But when I reflect on it, I was very proud.

My mother said, “I’m not going to force you to come to church. But remember this one

thing. Whatever you do in life, wherever you go, no matter how far you think you’ve

gone away from God, remember this one thing; if you’re in trouble and in need, cry out

to God from your heart, and he will hear you. He will really hear you and forgive you.” I

remembered those words. They stuck in my mind. But I decided that rather than be a

hypocrite I wouldn’t go back to church because I had never really had an experience

with God. It was basically just religion to me.

I travelled on up through Java, Singapore, Tiomen Island and into Malaysia, then onto

Colombo, Sri Lanka with a Dutch woman I had met up with. Once there, I made my

way up the coast to surf Arugum Bay. After a month of awesome waves my visa was

running out so I returned to Colombo.

I befriended some Tamil people in Colombo who welcomed me into their home and

family life. One time while I was staying with them we all travelled to the hidden city of

Katragarma. While I was at this sacred city I had my first supernatural experience. As I

was looking at a carved idol I actually saw its lips move. I was deeply disturbed by this

experience and I wanted to get out of that place as soon as I could!

As I continued to live with my Tamil friends, I observed that each day they would offer

food to their household idol, the elephant god Garnesh. Some days they would clothe

it, other days bath it in milk or water. It seemed strange to me that a person could

believe a stone idol could be a god, as some one had obviously made it with their own

hands. But looking at that stone statue one day I felt an evil yet powerful presence

emanating from it. It surprised and intimidated me. Then into my mind these words

came, “You shall have no other God but me and you shall not bow down to any graven

image or idol.” Immediately I realised that this was one of the Ten Commandments

found in the Bible (Exodus 20:4-5) and I began to reflect on these words that I had

heard way back at Sunday school.

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In my own way I was on a journey to find the ‘meaning to life’. At times I considered

myself an atheist, and at other times a ‘free thinker’. These experiences made me

think about supernatural things but I didn’t have enough understanding of them to

interpret them. I wanted to experience every thing that life had to offer, and at that time

my philosophy was simply to live life as fully as I could. In those years I never wore a

watch … I lived in a timeless zone of sunrises & sunsets.

I eventually returned to Arugam Bay where I was excited to get a crewing position on a

27-metre schooner called the “Constellation”. We sailed out of Sri Lanka in the middle

of the night en route for Africa and twenty-six days later, after many sea adventures,

we arrived in Port Louis harbour on the island of Mauritius.

Tamarin Bay

While I was in Mauritius I lived in Tamarin Bay among the local Creole fishermen and

surfers. Hashish (Marijuana) gave us a common bond and they accepted me into their

lives and taught me to night dive on the outer reefs. Night diving is an incredible

experience. The crayfish come out at night and you can blind them with your under

water flashlight and just pick them up. The fish go to sleep at night and you only need

to decide which one you want to spear for dinner. It was a fantastic sport and we would

sell our catches to the local tourist hotel.

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A typical seafood harvest

After surfing my heart out on Tamarin’s very fast left-hand reef break for several weeks,

I was running out of money. So I headed to South Africa where I found a job teaching

windsurfing and water-skiing. Amazingly they actually paid me to do this! I surfed

Jeffrey’s Bay and Elands Bay and visited some of South Africa’s world famous wildlife

reservations.

My desire was to travel over land through Africa up into Europe, but my plans were

completely changed when I heard from New Zealand that my younger brother was

planning to get married. I wanted to be at his wedding so I made the decision to return

to New Zealand via Reunion Island, Mauritius and Australia.

At my stopover in Reunion I found an amazing surf break called St Leu where I had

some great waves to myself. Then I headed on to Mauritius. It was March 1982 and

I’d been travelling now for nearly two years, often sleeping in a tent on beaches and

living like a nomad. It was time to return home.

Surf break in Mauritius

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CHAPTER TWO

THE BOX JELLYFISH

All the days ordained for me

were written in your book

before one of them came to be.

-Psalm 139:16 (NIV)

Back in Mauritius again for a few weeks, I rented a house, reconnected with my Creole

friends, and spent my time surfing and night diving. One evening a week before I was

due to leave for New Zealand, a diving friend came to my house and asked me to

come out night diving with him. I walked out onto my verandah and saw a huge

electrical storm raging out at sea. The white electric lightening flashes were

illuminating the black sky. I turned to my friend Simon and asked, “Are you sure - have

you seen the storm?” I was afraid the storm would bring too much surf up onto the reef

and become dangerous. But Simon replied “It’ll be okay, we’ll go about five miles down

the coast to a very beautiful part of the reef to dive tonight. You’ll be amazed how

beautiful it is.”

Simon

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In the end he talked me into it. It was about 11 o’clock at night. I got all my gear,

jumped in the boat and off we all went - Simon, another local diver, a boat boy, and

myself. We rowed down the coast to the spot that Simon had talked about. We were

about half a mile off the actual island. The boat was sitting in the inner lagoon, and we

were going to dive on the outer part of the reef where it drops away steeply into the

ocean. It really was as beautiful as Simon had said it would be.

We dived in. I went up the reef and my two friends went down the reef. Normally we

stick together but for some reason we got separated. I was looking for crayfish when

my flashlight beam picked out a strange sea creature in the dark water. It looked like a

squid. Curious, I swam closer to it and actually reached out my hand and grabbed it. I

had my diving gloves on and it squeezed through my fingers like a jellyfish. As it

floated away I watched it, intrigued, as it was a very odd looking jellyfish. It had what

appeared to be a squid’s bell-shaped head, but its back was box shaped and it had

very unusual, transparent, finger like tentacles stretching way out behind it. I’d never

seen that type of jellyfish before, but I turned away from it and continued with my

crayfish search.

Box Jellyfish

I turned my flashlight back onto the reef and continued searching for my prey.

Suddenly something smashed into my forearm like a thousand volts of electricity. I

swung around to see what it was. I had a short arm wetsuit on, so the only part of my

body that wasn’t covered by a wetsuit was my forearms. Something had brushed past

me and stung me with an incredible shock. It was like standing on wet concrete, bare

foot, and resting your hand right up against the electrical mains. I recoiled from it in

fright, and searched frantically with my flashlight to find out what it was, or where it

was, but I couldn’t see what had hit me.

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Maybe something had bitten me, or I’d cut myself on the reef. I looked down at my arm

to see if there was any blood, but there was nothing, just a throbbing pain. I rubbed it,

which turned out to be one of the worst things I could have done as it served to rub the

poison into my bloodstream. By now the pain seemed to be numbing out a bit so I

thought, “I’ll just get a crayfish and then I’ll go back and ask the boy at the boat what it

was.” I didn’t want to get paranoid; I knew it was very important for my own safety as

a diver not to panic.

So I went to get a crayfish. As I was diving under again I saw these same jellyfish

creatures that I'd seen a few minutes ago. Two of them were slowly, eerily, pulsating

towards me with their long tentacles swirling behind them. Out of the corner of my eye

I saw their tentacles brush past my arm. As they touched my arm, I was again jolted by

an incredible electric shock. It just about knocked me for a six in the water. I suddenly

realised what it was that had hit me the first time!

I knew from my lifesaving experience that some jellyfish are incredibly poisonous. As

a child I had hay fever and had such bad allergic reactions that if I got stung by a bee

my leg would swell up like a balloon. Now I began feeling alarmed because I’d had two

separate stings from these jellyfish. I broke the surface of the water, gasping for air,

and lifted my head to look for the boat. The storm clouds were settling in and making

everything dark. I could just make the boat out further down the reef. I put my arm

behind my back to get it out of the water. I didn’t want it to be stung again. Then I

began to swim in the direction of the reef, trying to fight off the terror I was feeling. As I

swam I felt something slide over my back and then another huge shock pulsed through

my arm. Looking round I saw tentacles falling off. I’d been stung by a third one!

I put my flashlight back into the water to keep an eye on the reef and to my horror my

flashlight beam went straight down through a soup of these jellyfish. I thought, “If one

of these hits my face, I don’t think I’ll ever get back to the boat”. So I put the flashlight

up near my face and swam for all I was worth. Finally I made it back to the boat where I

desperately questioned the young boy in my best French and Creole, asking if he knew

what the jellyfish were. He didn’t know because he wasn’t a diver, he just shook his

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head and he pointed to my friend Simon in the water. So I had to get back into the

water and swim over to him.

I could see him underwater, so I flashed my light into his face to get his attention. He

came up to the surface, and I exclaimed to him “I want to get out!” I put my head into

the water to swim back to the boat and right in front of my face there was another

jellyfish surging at me. I had to choose, it was either going to hit my face or my arm.

So I lifted my arm up and took another agonising sting to my arm as I pushed it away.

Then I struggled out on to the reef.

Two feet of water covered the actual reef. I stood there in my flippers and looked at my

arm, which was literally swollen like a balloon with lesions across the top of the skin like

burn blisters. It was as though I’d burnt it on a stove, right across where the tentacles

had been dragged.

As I was looking at it, my friend Simon came walking across the reef in his flippers

towards me. He was wearing a full wetsuit, as they all did because they were brought

up in the tropics and the water felt cold to them. He looked at my arm, and then he

looked at me. He asked breathlessly, “How many? How many times have you been

stung?” I answered, “Four I think.” He said, “Invisible? Was it transparent?” I replied,

“Yeah, it looks invisible.” Simon hung his head down and swore. He said “One sting

and you’re finished, just one!” He put his flashlight up to his face and I could see written

there the seriousness of the situation. I said “Well, what am I doing with four of them on

my arm then?”

Simon was panicking, and I was panicking because he had been diving for more than

years and knew about these jellyfish. “You’ve got to go to the hospital.” He said, “Aller,

aller, vite.” The main hospital was 15 miles away, it was the middle of the night and I

was half a mile out to sea on a reef. I could hear him say “go” but I felt paralysed

standing there. He was trying to get me back into the boat. As he dragged me in I

realised that my right arm was literally paralysed and I couldn’t lift it up out of the water.

At that point, as I was trying to drag my arm up out of the water into the boat a fifth

jellyfish swam across it and added another lesion to my already disfigured forearm.

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In my heart I thought, “What have I done to deserve this?” Then I got a flashback of my

sin. I knew instantly what I’d done wrong. There were plenty of things I had done to

deserve this. You don’t get away with anything.

My two friends lifted the boat over the reef with me in it. It was ripping the bottom. It

was a wooden boat, and the boat was their livelihood, so I knew the situation was very

serious for them to be doing that. They lifted the boat over into the lagoon and were

swimming, trying to push the boat to get it going. I said, “Come with me!” But they

replied, “No, it’s too heavy, get the young boy to take you ashore”. So this young kid

was pushing the boat to shore with a pole.

Wooden boat in Mauritius

I felt like I was on fire. I could feel the poison going through my blood stream and it

punched at something under my arm. A lymph gland was being hit. It was becoming

increasingly difficult for me to breathe into my right lung. My right lung was being

constricted by my wetsuit so I undid my wetsuit with my left arm, peeled it off and put

on my trousers while I could still move. My mouth was dry and I sat there dripping with

perspiration. I could feel the poison moving. I could feel a sharp pain in my back as if

someone had hit me in the kidneys. I was trying not to move, trying not to panic. We

were only half way to shore and I could literally feel the poison pulsating and moving

through my blood system.

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I didn’t know what direction my blood went in until that night, but I tell you what, I

became really interested in which way my blood circulated! The poison was now

numbing out the whole of my right leg, and I had enough common sense to know that if

it got down that leg and back up to my heart or my brain, then I was dead. As I was

coming to shore, my vision was blurring. I was finding it difficult to focus. We reached

the shore and I stood up to get out of the boat and my right leg crumbled underneath

me. I fell right onto the crayfish in the bottom of the boat. The young boy stood back a

bit shocked, then he motioned for me to put my arm around his neck. I put my arm

around his neck, grabbed my paralysed arm with my good arm and just held on. He

dragged me out of the boat and then up the beach on the coral sand. He got me up

onto the main road.

It was about midnight. The place was desolate - no cars, no nothing. I was holding on

to the young boy wondering how on earth I was going to get from there to the hospital

at such a late time of the night. I was so weak in my right leg that I sat down on the

tarmac. The young boy tried to help me but in the end he started pointing to the ocean

again saying, “My brothers, I need to get them”. I said, “No, stay here and help me.” I

knew the others could safely swim in from the reef because the jellyfish were on the

outside of the reef. But he took off, and I was left alone on the side of the road in the

middle of the night. Hope drained from me and I lay down to rest.

Riviere Noire, where the boat landed and Ian was left

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CHAPTER THREE

THE ENDURANCE TEST

When my spirit grows faint within me

It is you who know my way

In the path where I walk

Men have hidden a snare for me

Look to my right and see;

No one is concerned for me

I have no refuge

No one cares for my life

Psalm 142:3,4 (NIV)

Tiredness overwhelmed me as I stared up into the stars. I was just about to close my

eyes and go to sleep, when I heard a clear voice speak to me, and say “Ian, if you

close your eyes you shall never awake again”. I looked around expecting to see a man

standing there but I saw no-one. It startled me and I shook off the sleepiness and

thought, “What am I doing? I can’t go to sleep here, I need to get to a hospital, I need

to get anti-toxins, and I need to get help. If I go to sleep here I may actually never

wake up.”

So I tried to stand again. I was able to hobble slowly down the road and I found a

couple of taxis parked at a petrol station next to a restaurant. I limped over to the taxis

and begged the drivers to take me to the hospital. The men in the cars looked at me

and said, "How much money will you pay us?" So I said, "I haven't got any money" -

speaking out loud to myself. Then I realised what a foolish thing it was to admit to

these men that I had no money. I could have lied, but I didn't, I just told the truth. I

have no money. And the three drivers just laughed, "You're drunk, you're crazy". They turned around, lit their cigarettes and started to walk off.

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The petrol station where Ian begged for his life

Then I heard a clear voice again say “Ian, are you willing to beg for your life?" I sure

was! And I even knew how to do it. I had lived in South Africa long enough. I'd seen

the black men cup their hands and bow their heads to the white men and say, “Yes’m

boss, yes’m marsta.” It was very easy for me to get down on my knees because my

right leg was already paralysed, and my left leg was very wobbly. I was leaning up

against the car so I just slipped down on to my knees and cupped my hands. Lowering

my head so as not to look at them I begged for my life. I was nearly crying. I knew that

if I didn't get to hospital soon I wasn’t going anywhere. If these guys didn't have

compassion and love in their heart for me, and mercy towards me, I would have died

right there in front of them.

So I begged and pleaded with them for my life. With my head bent I watched their feet.

Two of them just walked away, but I could see one young man moving his feet in

indecision. It seemed to go on for an unbearably long time, but then he come over and

picked me up. He didn't speak but he helped me up, put me in the car and drove off.

Half way to the hospital however, he changed his mind. He demanded "What hotel you

stay in white man?” I replied that I didn’t live in a hotel but in a bungalow at Tamarin

Bay. He thought I had lied to him and was angry that he might not get any money from

me after all. “How will I get my money?” he retorted. I answered, "I'll give you all the

money I've got!" When your life's at stake, money means nothing. I said "I'll give you any money you want if you can get me to hospital. I'll give you it all." But he didn’t

believe me.

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So he changed his mind and took me to a big tourist hotel. He said "I'll drop you here;

I'm not going to take you.” I pleaded with him to take me but he leaned over, undid my

safety belt and opened the door. "Get out!” he demanded. But I couldn’t get out, I

could barely move. So he just shoved me out.

My legs caught on the doorsill so he lifted them up and pushed them out, slammed the

door and drove off. I lay there, and thought, “This world stinks. I've seen death,

hatred, violence; this is hell, this place is hell on earth. This is a filthy, sick world we

live in.” I lay there and I felt like giving up. I thought, “What's the point of even trying to

get to hospital? If your number's up let it go, just die.”

Then my grandfather came to mind. He went through the First and Second World

Wars. He'd been to Gallipoli and had fought in Egypt against Rommel. I remembered

this and thought how my Granddad had survived two world wars and here was his

grandson giving up because five miserable jellyfish had stung him! So I thought, “I’ll go

to the last breath, don’t give up yet Ian!” Using my one remaining working arm I tried to

drag myself towards the hotel entrance. I could see some lights on. To my

amazement the security guards were doing the rounds and their flashlights spotted me

groveling along in the dirt.

A man came running over. I looked up and recognised him to be one of my drinking

friends. He was a black guy called Daniel, a big lovable man. He came running up to

me and asked, "What's wrong with you, are you drunk, are you stoned, what's wrong

with you?” I pulled up my sweatshirt to show him my arm and he could see all the

blisters and the swollen-ness. He scooped me up in his arms and ran.

It was like having an angel pick me up. He ran in, past the swimming pool and dropped

me into a cane chair. About three metres away the Chinese hotel owners were playing

mahjong and drinking. All the tourists had gone to bed, the bar was closed but they

were still gambling.

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Ian and Daniel outside the hotel in 1994

Daniel dropped me there and disappeared into the darkness again. I wondered where

he had gone but then I realised that a black man couldn’t speak to a Chinese man in

this country unless he is asked to speak. I was going to have to try and communicate

to these Chinese men myself. So I pulled up my sleeve and showed them my swollen

and blistered limb. I said, “I need to go to ‘Quartre Bonne’ hospital immediately, I’ve

been stung by five jellyfish.” I even used some Chinese. They laughed. One of the

young men got up and said “Oh white boy, heroin no good for you, only old men take

the Opium.” He thought I was on drugs because I showed him my arm and from that

distance it looked like I had injected myself.

I was becoming furious and frustrated by this. I sat there trying to keep myself calm,

because I knew that if I got too excited the poison would move quicker. My right hand

started to shake. It was twitching strangely between my knuckles, in spasms. The

twitching came up my arm and into my face and my teeth began chattering. Soon my

whole body, every muscle, started to twitch and contract with the death shakes. I was

literally leaving my seat with each contraction as the poison was reacting with my

muscles. The Chinese men came running over and three men tried to hold me down.

They couldn't contain me; I was throwing them off.

When I came out of this incredible shaking a deadly cold crept over my bone marrow. I

could literally see a darkness creeping over the inner part of my bone. It was like death

creeping over me. I knew my body was dying, right before my eyes. I was incredibly

cold.

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The men started putting blankets all over me trying to keep me warm. One of them

tried to pour milk down my throat, presuming I had swallowed toxin. I could see one

vehicle in the hotel carpark. I knew which man it belonged as he had often driven past

me and sounded his horn when I had hitchhiked from place to place. I pleaded with

him to take me in his car to the hospital but he answered, “No, we wait for ambulance

white boy.” I was so mad I wanted to hit him, but I couldn’t move either of my arms. I

wondered if I could head-butt him but I realised that the adrenaline it would use might

kill me.

So I sat there thinking, “I don't think I'm ever going to get there.” Just then the

ambulance arrived and out of nowhere Daniel appeared with another security man.

They picked me up in their arms and took off. I realised then that Daniel had initially

gone straight to the switchboard and phoned the hospital himself.

Tamarin Bay Hotel

The ambulance came screaming in with its headlights sweeping the carpark, did a U-

turn in front of the hotel, and took off again! The ambulance driver was from a black

hospital, so when there was no one at the front of the Chinese hotel to collect he

obviously thought he had his instructions wrong.

So there I was, desperate, half way to the gates, and I could see the ambulance

disappearing around the corner. I tried to whistle but my mouth was so parched that I

couldn’t get a sound out. Daniel saw what I was trying to do so he wolf whistled as

loud as he could. It ricocheted off the wall and down the road. The ambulance driver

must have had his window down because the red brake lights came on and to my great

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relief he backed up. The ambulance was an old Renault 4 with a front seat taken out

and a camp stretcher put in its place. That's it boys, that's the ambulance!

I wasn't worried. I didn't care what took me there. The driver didn't even get out of the

ambulance. He leaned over, opened the door and Daniel dropped me in on the

stretcher. No, “How's your mother? How are you? Do you want a blanket? What’s

wrong with you?” He was just the driver and off he went. I was trying not to close my

eyes, knowing that I had to stay awake until I got some anti-toxins. If only I could stay

alive until I reached the hospital.

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CHAPTER FOUR

THE LORD’S PRAYER

Our Father who is in heaven

Holy be your name

Your kingdom come

Your will be done

On earth as it is in heaven

Give us this day our daily bread

And forgive us our sins

As we forgive those who sin against us

Lead us not into temptation

But deliver us from evil

For yours is the kingdom

The power and the glory

Forever and Ever

Amen

(Adapted from Matthew 6: 9-13)

We were half way to the hospital and the Renault was climbing a hill. My feet were

going up in the air and the poison in my blood was starting to rush straight to my brain.

I started seeing a picture of a little snowy-headed boy, and then I saw another flash of

an older boy with snowy white hair. I was looking at this picture thinking, “Gee, he's got

white hair,” and it suddenly occurred to me that I was looking at myself, that I was

seeing my life go before me. It was a frightening experience watching these pictures of

my life in front of me like a video playing, clear as crystal with my eyes wide open. I

looked and thought, “I've heard about this, and I've even read about it. People say just

before they die their life flashes before them.”

I said to myself, “I'm too young to die, why did I go diving? What an idiot, I should have

stayed at home.” My thoughts were racing. Now I knew I was confronted with

imminent death. I could hardly hear my heart beat and I lay there wondering what

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would happen if I died? Is there anything after I die? Where would I go if I died?

Then I saw a clear vision of my mother. It was as though she was speaking out those

words she had spoken so long ago; “Ian, no matter how far from God you are, no

matter what you've done wrong, if you cry out to God from your heart, he will hear you

and he will forgive you.”

In my heart I was thinking, “Do I believe there is a God? Am I going to pray?” I'd

almost become a devout atheist. I didn't believe anybody. Yet, I was confronted by

this vision of my mother. I talked with my mother about this later when I returned to

New Zealand. She said she had been woken in the early hours of that same morning.

God had shown her my blood shot eyes and said to her,”your eldest son Ian is nearly

dead. Pray for him now.” So she had been praying for me at that very moment that I

lay dying in the ambulance..

Ian’s mother

Now of course her prayers couldn’t save my soul, she couldn’t get me to heaven, but I

knew at that moment that I needed to pray. Only I didn’t know what to pray or who to

pray to. Which god should I pray to? Buddha, Kali, Shiva? There are thousands of

them. Yet I didn't see Buddha or Krishna or some other god or man standing there, I

saw my mother - and my mother follows Jesus Christ. I thought, “I haven't prayed for

years, what should I pray? What do you pray at this point? What's the prayer if you're

about to die?”

Then I remembered that as a child my mother taught us the ‘Lord's prayer’. “Our

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Father who is in heaven, holy be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on

earth as it is in heaven....” I knew it as a child – I used to race my siblings each night to

say it the fastest! That was the only prayer I knew. I started to pray it, but I couldn't

remember it. It was as though the poison that had rushed to my head had inhibited my

thinking ability. It was closing my mind down. It was terrifying. I had relied so much on

my mind and my intellect and now suddenly it was dying on me. Mental blank, zero.

As I was lying there I remember my mother saying that you don’t pray from your head,

you pray from your heart. So, I said “God I want to pray - help me.” As I said that, this

prayer literally came up from my inner man, from my spirit. I prayed, “Forgive us our

sins.” Then I went on “God, I ask you to forgive my sins, but I have done so many

things wrong. I know they're wrong, my conscience tells me they're wrong. If you can

forgive me all my sins, and I don't know how you can do it - I've got no idea how you

can forgive them - please forgive me of my sins”. And I meant it. I wanted to wipe the

slate clean, start again. “God forgive me.”

As I prayed that, I got another part of the prayer. “Forgive those who have sinned

against you.” I understood that that meant I had to forgive those who had hurt me. I

thought, “Well I don't hold grudges. There are heaps of people that have ripped me off

and back-stabbed me and said bad things against me and done terrible things to me - I

forgive them.” Then I heard the voice of God say, “Will you forgive the Indian that

pushed you out of the car and the Chinese men that wouldn't take you to the hospital?”

I thought, “You must be joking! I had other plans for them!” But no more of the prayer

would come. I knew I was in a catch 22 position. I thought, “Okay, I'll forgive them. If

you can forgive me, I can forgive them. I will forgive them. I’ll never lay a hand on

them.”

The next part of the prayer came to me, “Your will be done.” I had done my own thing

for the last 20 years. I said, “God, I don't even know what your will is - I know it's not to

do evil things, but I've got no idea what your will is. If I come through this, I will find out

your will for my life and I'll do it. I'll make a point of following you whole-heartedly if I

come through this”.

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I didn't understand it at the time, but that was my prayer for salvation. Not from my

head, but from my heart, asking “God forgive me for my wickedness and evil-doing.

God cleanse me. I forgive all those that have hurt me. And Jesus Christ, I'll do your

will - your will be done. I will follow you.” I had prayed the sinner’s prayer, the

repentant prayer to God, and praying that prayer was pivotal to everything else that

happened to me.

An incredible peace came over my heart. It seemed as though fear fell off me, the fear

of what was coming. I was still dying, I knew that, but I was at peace about it. I'd made

my peace with my Maker. I knew it, I knew for the first time that I'd touched God and I

was actually hearing him. I'd never heard him before but now I was hearing him

speaking to me. No one else could have told me the Lord's Prayer.

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CHAPTER FIVE

THE FINAL RELEASE

You can enter God’s Kingdom only through the narrow gate.

The highway to hell is broad and its gate is wide

for the many who chose the easy way.

But the gateway to life is small,

and the road is narrow,

and only a few

ever find it.

Matthew 7:13,14 (NLT)

The ambulance turned off the road in to the hospital. Finally I had made it! The driver

lifted me into a wheelchair and ran me through to the emergency area. Someone took

my blood pressure. As I was sitting there watching the nurse she looked at the gauge

and then she hit it. I thought, “What kind of hospital is this?” It was an old World War

Two army hospital. The British had deserted it and given it to the Creole people. It still

looked like it was built in 1945. It was filthy and decrepit and yet there I was.

Ian outside the hospital in 1994

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The nurse hit the gauge again. I began thinking, “There's nothing wrong with the

machine, it's my heart - it’s not pumping.” She ripped off the gauge and rummaged

through the cupboard, trying to find another one that looked newer. She pulled one

out, slapped it on, opened it up and started pumping. I could see that whatever it was

doing it was not registering very much. She looked at me, and then looked at the

machine. My eyes were open, but I knew she was wondering why they were open.

With this kind of blood pressure your eyes shouldn't be open. I was desperately

hanging on. I was hanging on for all I was worth. I was fighting with all my strength to

stay alive.

So the ambulance driver, realising the situation was desperate, ripped the gauge off my

arm and ran me through to the doctors. Two Indian doctors were sitting there, both of

them half-asleep, heads down. "What's your name, where do you live?" One asked in

French, "How old are you?” He was a young doctor and he didn’t even look at me. I

looked over to the older doctor. He had a bit of gray hair and I thought, “He's been

around for a few years, he might know how to help me.” So I waited. The young

doctor stopped talking and looked up. I didn't even bother looking at him but waited for

the old man to lift his head up. He looked up. I wasn’t sure if I had enough strength left

to speak. I locked into his eyes and I gave him the heaviest look I could muster. I

whispered "I am about to die, I need anti-toxins right now". He didn't move. I didn't take my eyes off him, he was just staring straight back into them.

The nurse came in with a piece of paper. The older doctor looked at it, looked at me,

and jumped. I could see him screw it up in disgust as if to say to the younger doctor,

"You foolish idiot, why didn't you look at this young man?" He jumped up, pushed the

ambulance driver out of the way, grabbed the wheelchair himself and started racing me

down the corridor. I could hear a kind of muffled noise. I could hear him screaming out

something but it was muffled to me.

The doctor ran into a room with bottles and medical equipment in it. Next minute I was

surrounded by nurses, doctors and orderlies. At long last, something was happening.

A nurse turned my arm over and put in a drip feed. The doctor was up near my face

saying, "I don’t know if you can hear me son but we’re going to try and save your life.

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Keep your eyes open…come on son, fight the poison. Try and keep awake, we're

putting dextrose in for dehydration.” A nurse jabbed a needle in one side and another

nurse was on the other side, jabbing. I couldn’t feel them but I could see them doing it.

The doctor was saying, "Anti-toxins to counteract the poison." in his Oxford English.

Another nurse knelt by my feet, slapping my hand as hard as she could. I was thinking,

"What is she doing?" But I didn't care, just shove the needles in!

A nurse behind me was filling a huge syringe, like a horse syringe. She was squeezing

the air out of it. She tried to stick it in my arm but no vein came up. So she lifted my

skin up, put the needle in and started pushing the liquid in. It filled up my vein like a

small balloon. I could see how nervous she was because the needle was inside the

vein and it looked like it was shaking so much that it would tear my vein open.

She left that needle in and someone passed her another needle. Again, it blew the

vein up. The nurse looked at the doctor and asked him, “Another one?” The doctor

nodded. So she tried another one. A nurse was now trying to massage it in but it was

rolling, the vein was actually rolling off her thumb. She couldn’t get the anti-toxin into

the blood, it was just not moving.

My heart was obviously not pumping around enough blood. My veins were collapsing.

I'd done veterinary science in my degree so I had studied and understood basic

physiology and anatomy. I understood what was going on, but I couldn't do anything

about it. I understood that I was slipping into a comatose state. I was totally paralysed,

and my heart was barely pumping. As I was watching the needles, I felt myself slipping

further and further away. I couldn’t communicate any more, I couldn’t say a thing, but I

could still hear everything that was being said about and around me.

I had no idea that what I'd been stung by was a box jellyfish or a Sea-wasp. The box

jellyfish exudes the second deadliest venom known to man. Being stung only once has

killed up to 60 people in Darwin alone over the last 20 years. For six months of the

year they put up a skull and cross bones sign on the beaches in Darwin to prevent

bathers from going into the water to swim. I had enough toxins in me to kill me five

times over. Normally a person dies within fifteen minutes of the initial sting and I didn't

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have it just on a muscle, I had it right across my veins.

The doctor looked me in the eye and said, “Don't be afraid.” I thought, "Mate, you're

more afraid than I am." I could see the paranoia in his eyes. I was lifted up and put on

a bed with my drip feed. The doctor stood over me sponging my head. The drip feed

they had put in my veins was bringing liquid back into my body and I was starting to

perspire on my forehead. The doctor was wiping it from my face, but then he walked

off for a few minutes. As I lay there I could feel it dripping into my eyes and it started to

blur my vision, it was like tears coming into my eyes.

“I've got to keep my eyes open.” I told myself. I willed the doctor to come back and wipe

my face but he didn't return. I tried to speak, “Doctor come back” but my lips would not

move. I tried to tilt my head but my head wouldn't move. So I flicked it out with my

eyelids. I squeezed a little out but it was still blurry. I kept squeezing my eyelids shut.

It worked a little, and then all of a sudden I sighed, like a sigh of relief and I knew

something had happened.

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CHAPTER SIX

THE DARKNESS

Light has come into the world,

but men loved darkness instead of light

because their deeds were evil.

John 3:19 (NIV)

Many… will be cast into outer darkness,

where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Matthew 8:12 (NLT)

I knew there was a release, the battle to stay alive seemed to be over. No one told me

what had happened, no one said, "You just died son." I didn't know that. All I knew

was that the battle to try and keep my eyes open and stay alive was over.

I knew I'd gone somewhere, it wasn't like closing your eyes and going to sleep, I knew

I'd actually gone somewhere. For the previous 20 minutes in the hospital I had been

feeling like I was floating away, and yet when I closed my eyes, I wasn't floating away -

I was gone.

The Bible says in Ecclesiastes, that when a man dies his spirit returns to God who

gave it and his body returns to the dust from which it came. Well, I knew my spirit had

left, I had gone somewhere, and yet I didn't know I was dead. I seemed to arrive in a

huge, broad place - like a cavernous hall of pitch-black darkness. I was standing up. It

was as if I had woken up from a bad dream in someone else’s house, and was

wondering where everyone had gone. I was trying to find the light switch, and I

couldn’t seem to find it. I wondered why the doctor had turned the lights out. I was

trying to touch something, reaching for the wall lamp but I couldn’t find it. Then I

realised I couldn’t find my bed. I was moving around but I wasn’t bumping into

anything. I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. It was bitterly cold. I strained to

see where I was - trying to orient myself to these new surroundings.

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I lifted my hand up to find out how much I could see. I lifted it to where my face was

and it went straight through where my face should have been. It was a terrifying

experience. I knew right there and then, I was myself, Ian McCormack, standing there,

but without a physical body. I had the sensation and the feeling that I had a body, but I

couldn’t touch it. I was a spiritual being, and my physical body had died, but I was very

much alive, and very much aware that I had arms and legs and a head, but I could no

longer touch them. God is a spirit, an invisible spiritual being, and we are created in his

image.

“Where on earth am I?” I thought. As I was standing there in the darkness, I sensed

the most incredible coldness and dread come over me. Maybe you’ve walked down a

lonely street at night, or you’ve come home by yourself in the dark and you feel as

though there is someone looking at you. Ever felt that? Well I began to sense evil

encroaching on me in the darkness. The darkness seemed invasive. I knew I was

being watched. A cold encroaching evil seemed to pervade the air around me.

Slowly I became aware that there were other people moving around me, in the same

predicament as I was. Without my saying a word out loud, they began to answer my

thoughts. From the darkness I heard a voice screaming at me: “Shut up!” As I backed

away from that one another yelled at me, “You deserve to be here!” My arms came up

to protect myself and I thought, “Where am I?” and a third voice shouted, “You’re in

hell. Now shut up.” I was terrified – afraid to move or breathe or speak. I realised that

maybe I did deserve this place.

People sometimes have this strange picture of hell being party time. I used to think

that. I thought that in hell you would get to do all the things there that you're not

supposed to do on earth. That is so far from the reality of it. The place I was in was

the most frightening place I’ve ever been. The people there could not do anything that

their wicked hearts wanted to do, they couldn't do anything. And there's no boasting.

Who could you boast to down there? “Oh yeah, I raped, murdered, plundered,

pillaged.” There's nothing to talk about when you know that judgment is coming.

There is no relationship to time in that place. The people there can't tell what time it is.

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They can't tell whether they’ve been there ten minutes, ten years or 10,000 years.

They had no relationship to time. It was a frightening place. The Bible says that there

are two kingdoms, the Kingdom of Darkness, which is ruled by Satan, and the Kingdom

of Light. The book of Jude says that the place of darkness was actually prepared for

angels that disobeyed God, not for people, ever. And it was the scariest and the most

frightening and the most terrifying place I have ever been in. I would never wish or

hope that even my worst enemy went to hell.

I had no idea how to get out of that place. How do you ever get out of hell? But I had

already prayed, and I was wondering why I'd gone there, because I'd prayed just

before I died, and asked God to forgive me for my sins. I was weeping by now and I

literally cried out to God, "Why am I here, I've asked you for forgiveness, why am I

here? I've turned my heart to you, why am I here?"

Then a brilliant light shone upon me and literally drew me out of the darkness. The

Bible says that a great light has shone into darkness, on those walking in the shadow

of death and darkness, and has guided their feet into the paths of peace and

righteousness. As I stood there an amazing beam of light pierced through the

darkness from above me and shone on my face. This light began to encompass me

and a sense of weightlessness overwhelmed me. I lifted off the ground and begin to

ascend up into this brilliant white light, like a speck of dust caught in a beam of sunlight.

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CHAPTER SEVEN

THE LIGHT

For God, who said,

“Let there be light in the darkness,”

has made us understand that this light

is the brightness of the glory of God

that is seen in the face of Jesus.

2 Corinthians 4:6 (NIV)

As I looked up I could see I was being drawn into a large circular shaped opening far

above me – a tunnel. I didn’t want to look behind me in case I fell back into the

darkness. I was very happy to be out of that darkness.

Upon entering the tunnel I could see that the source of the light was emanating from

the very end of the tunnel. It looked unspeakably bright, as if it was the centre of the

universe, the source of all light and power. It was more brilliant than the sun, more

radiant than any diamond, brighter than a laser beam light. Yet you could look right

into it. As I looked I was literally drawn to it, drawn like a moth into the presence of a

flame. I was being pulled through the air at an amazing speed towards the end of the

tunnel – towards the source of the light.

As I was being translated through the air I could see successive waves of thicker

intensity light break off the source and start travelling up the tunnel towards me. The

first wave of light gave off an amazing warmth and comfort. It was as though the light

wasn’t just material in nature but was a ‘living light’ that transmitted an emotion. The

light passed into me and filled me with a sense of love and acceptance. Half way down

another wave of light passed into me. This light gave off total and complete peace. I

had looked for many years for ‘peace of mind’ but had only found fleeting moments of

it. At school I had read from Keats to Shakespeare to try and get peace of mind. I had

tried alcohol, I had tried education, I had tried sport, I had tried relationships with

women, I had tried drugs, I tried everything I could think of to find peace and

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contentment in my life, and I’d never found it. Now from the top of my head to the base

of my feet I found myself totally at peace.

My next thought was “I wonder what my body looks like?” In the darkness I hadn’t

been able to see my hands in front of my face. I thought “I must be able to see clearly

now that I’m in this light.” As I looked to my right to my amazement there was my arm

and hand but I could see straight through them. I was transparent like a spirit, only my

body was full of the same light that was shining on me from the end of the tunnel. It

was as if I was full of light. The third wave near the end of the tunnel was total joy. It

was so exciting that I knew that what I was about to see would be the most awesome

experience in all my life.

My mind couldn’t even conceive where I was going, and my words couldn’t

communicate what I saw. I came out of the end of the tunnel and seemed to be

standing upright before the source of all the light and power. My whole vision was

taken up with this incredible light. It looked like a white fire or a mountain of cut

diamonds sparkling with the most indescribable brilliance. I immediately thought of it

as aura, then as glory. I had seen pictures of Jesus with a little halo or small glow

around his face yet this glory was all encompassing, overwhelming, awe inspiring.

Jesus died to rescue us from the place I’d just come from, he rose from the dead and

ascended into heaven, and he is now seated at the right-hand of the Father, and is

glorified, surrounded by light and in him there is no darkness. He is the King of Glory,

the Prince of Peace, the Lord of Lords and the King of all the Kings. I saw at that

moment what I believe was the glory of the Lord. In the Old Testament, Moses went

up Mount Sinai for 30 days and he saw the glory of the Lord. He came down and his

face shone. Moses face shone so much with the glory of the Lord that he had to put on

a veil, so that the people wouldn’t be afraid. He had seen the light of God, the glory of

God. Paul was blinded by a glorious light on the road to Damascus, the glory of Jesus.

And I was now standing there seeing this incredible light and glory.

As I stood there, questions began racing through my heart; “Is this just a force, as the

Buddhists say, or karma or Yin and Yang? Is this just some innate power or energy

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source or could there actually be someone standing in there?” I was still questioning it

all.

As I thought these thoughts a voice spoke to me from the centre of the light. It was the

same voice that I had heard earlier in the evening. The voice said, “Ian, do you wish to

return?” I was shaken to learn that there was someone in the centre of the light and

whoever it was knew my name. It was as though the person could hear my inner

thoughts as speech. I then thought to myself “Return, return – to where? Where am

I?” Quickly looking behind me I could see the tunnel dissipating back into darkness. I

thought I must be in my hospital bed dreaming and I closed my eyes. “Is this real? Am

I actually standing here, me, Ian, standing in real life here, is this real?” Then the Lord

spoke again. “Do you wish to return?” I replied “If I am out of my body I don’t know

where I am, I wish to return.” The response was “If you wish to return Ian you must see

in a new light.”

The moment I heard the words “see in a new light,” something clicked. I remembered

being given a Christmas card, which said, “Jesus is the light of the world”, and “God is

light and there is no darkness in him.” I had meditated upon those words at that time.

I’d just come from darkness, and there was certainly no darkness here. I realised then

that the light could be coming from God, and if it was – then what was I doing here? I

didn’t deserve to be here.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

THE WAVES OF LOVE

May you experience the love of Christ,

though it is so great you will never fully understand it.

Then you will be filled with the fullness

of the life and power that comes from God

Ephesians 3:19 (NLT)

So this was God! He is light. He knew my name and he knew the secret thoughts of

my heart and mind. I thought, “If this is God then he must also be able to see

everything I’ve ever done in my life.” I felt totally exposed and transparent before God.

You can wear masks before other people but you can’t wear a mask before God. I felt

ashamed and undone and I thought, “They’ve made a mistake and brought the wrong

person up. I shouldn’t be here. I’m not a very good person. I should crawl under some

rock or go back into the darkness where I belong.”

As I began to slowly move back towards the tunnel a wave of light emanated forth from

God and moved towards me. My first thought was that this light was going to cast me

back into the pit, but to my amazement a wave of pure unconditional love flowed over

me. It was the last thing I expected. Instead of judgement I was being washed with

pure love.

Pure, unadulterated, clean, uninhibited, undeserved, love. It began to fill me up from

the inside out, making my hands and body tingle until I staggered. I thought, “Perhaps

God doesn’t know all the things I’ve done wrong,” so I proceeded to tell him about all

the disgusting things I’d done under the cover of darkness. But it was as though he’d

already forgiven me and the intensity of his love only increased. In fact, later God

showed me that when I’d asked for forgiveness in the ambulance, it was then that he

forgave me and washed my spirit clean from evil.

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I found myself beginning to weep uncontrollably as the love became stronger and

stronger. It was so clean and pure, no strings attached. I hadn't felt loved for years.

The last time I remember being loved was by my mum and dad when I was at home,

but I'd gone out into the big wide world and found out there's not too much love out

there. I'd seen things that I thought were love, but sex wasn't love, it just burnt you up.

Lust was like a raging fire inside you, an uncontrollable desire that burnt you up from

the inside out. Yet this love was healing my heart and I began to understand that there

is incredible hope for mankind in this love. God’s mercy is always extended before his

judgement.

As I stood there, the waves of light stopped and I stood encased in pure light, filled with

love. There was such stillness. I thought to myself, “I’m so close, I wonder if I could

just step into the light that surrounds God and see him face to face. If I could see him

face to face I will know the truth.” I was sick of hearing lies and deceptions. I wanted to

know the truth. I had been everywhere to find the truth, and no one seemed to be able

to tell me. I would talk to anybody who could tell me the meaning to life - the truth -

something had to be the truth. I thought if I could step through and meet God face-to-

face I'll know the truth and I'll know the meaning to life. I will never have to ask another

man, woman or child ever again. I'll know.

Could I step in? There was no voice saying I couldn’t. So, I stepped through, I put my

best foot forward and stepped through the light. As I stepped into the light it was as if

I’d come inside veils of suspended shimmering lights, like suspended stars or

diamonds giving off the most amazing radiance. And as I walked through the light it

continued to heal the deepest part of me, it was healing my broken inner man,

wonderfully healing my broken heart.

I aimed for the brightest part of the light. Standing in the centre of the light stood a man

with dazzling white robes reaching down to his ankles. I could see his bare feet. The

garments were not man-made fabrics but were like garments of light. As I lifted my

eyes up I could see the chest of a man with his arms outstretched as if to welcome me.

I looked towards his face. It was so bright; it seemed to be about ten times brighter

than the light I’d already seen. It made the sun look yellow and pale in comparison. It

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was so bright that I couldn’t make out the features of his face, and as I stood there I

began to sense that the light was emitting purity and holiness. I knew that I was

standing in the presence of Almighty God – no one but God could look like this. The

purity and holiness continued to come forth from his face and I began to feel that purity

and holiness enter into me. I wanted to get closer to see his face. I felt no fear but

rather total freedom as I moved towards him. Standing now only a few feet from him, I

tried to look into the light surrounding his face but as I did he moved to one side, and

as he moved all the light moved with him.

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CHAPTER NINE

THE DOOR AND THE DECISION

I (Jesus) am the Door.

Anyone who enters in through me will be saved;

he will come in, he will go out, and will find pasture.

The thief comes only in order that he may

steal and may kill and may destroy.

I came that they may have life, and have it in abundance.

I am the Good Shepherd.

The Good Shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.

John 10:9-11 (NASB)

Directly behind Jesus was a circular shaped opening like the tunnel I had just traveled

down. Gazing out through it, I could see a whole new world opening up before me. I

felt like I was standing on the edge of paradise, having a glimpse into eternity.

It was completely untouched. In front of me were green fields and meadows. The

grass itself was giving off the same light and life that I had seen in the presence of

God. There was no disease on the plants. It seemed as though the grass that it would

just spring back to life if you stepped on it. Through the center of the meadows I could

see a crystal clear stream winding its way across the landscape with trees on either

bank. To my right were mountains in the distance and the sky above was blue and

clear. To my left were rolling green hills and flowers, which were radiating beautiful

colours. Paradise! I knew I belonged here. I had traveled the world looking for

paradise, and here it was. I felt as though I had just been born for the first time. Every

part of me knew I was home. Before me stood eternity - just one step away.

As I tried to step forward into this new world Jesus stepped back into the doorway. The

Bible says that Jesus is the door and that if you come in through him, you will go in and

out and find green pastures. He is the door to life. Jesus is the way, the truth and the

life. No one comes to the Father but by him. He is the only way. There is only one

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narrow passageway that leads into his kingdom. Few find it. Most find the highway

down to hell.

Jesus asked me this question “Ian, now that you have seen do you wish to return?” I

thought, "Return, of course not. Why would I want to go back? Why would I want to

return to the misery and hatred? No, I have nothing to return for. I have no wife or

kids, no one who really loves me. You are the first person who has ever truly loved me

as I am. I want to stay in your presence forever. I wish to go on in to paradise.” But

he didn’t move so I looked back one last time to say, “Goodbye cruel world I’m out of

here!”

As I did, in a clear vision right in front of the tunnel, stood my mother. As I saw her I

knew I had just lied; there was one person who loved me – my dear Mum. Not only

had she loved me, but also I knew she had prayed for me every day of my life, and she

had tried to show me God. In my pride and arrogance I had mocked her beliefs. But

she had been right, there was a God and a heaven and a hell. I realised how selfish it

would be to go through to paradise and leave my mother believing that I had gone to

hell. She would have no idea that I'd made a deathbed prayer and repented of my sins

and received Jesus as my Lord and Saviour. She would have just received a dead

body in a box from Mauritius.

So I said, "God, there's only one person really I want to go back for and that is my

mum. I want to tell her that what she believes in is true, that there is a living God, that

there is a heaven and a hell, that there is a door and Jesus Christ is that door and that

we can only come through him". Then as I looked back again, I saw behind her my

father, my brother and sister, my friends, and a multitude of people behind them. God

was showing me that there were a lot of other people who also didn't know, and would

never know unless I was able to share with them. I asked, “Who are all those other

people?” And God said, “If you don’t return, many of these people will not get an

opportunity to hear about me because many will not put their foot inside a church”. I

responded, “I don’t love those people” but he replied, “Son, I love them and I desire all

of them to come to know me.”

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Then the Lord said, "If you return you must see things in a new light.” I understood that

I must now see through his eyes, his eyes of love and forgiveness. I needed to see the

world as he saw it – through the eyes of eternity. “God, how do I return?” I asked, “Do I

have to go back through the tunnel of darkness, back into my body? How can I go

back? I don't even know how I got here.” He said, "Ian tilt your head… now feel liquid

drain from your eyes… now open your eyes and see.”

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CHAPTER TEN

THE RETURN

You have rescued me from death;

you have kept my feet from slipping.

So now I can walk in your presence, O God,

in your life-giving light.

Psalm 56:13 (NLT)

Immediately I was back in my body. My head was tilted to the right and I had one eye

open. I was looking at a young Indian doctor who had my right foot elevated in his

hand and was prodding a sharp instrument into the base of my foot. He was looking

for any signs of life. Little did he realise that I was now alive and looking at him. I

wondered what on earth he was doing but then the penny dropped; “He thinks I’m

dead!” At the same time the doctor stopped what he was doing and turned his head in

the direction of my face. As our eyes made contact, terror swept over his face, as

though he had just seen a ghost. Blood drained from his face and he went as white as

a sheet. His feet nearly left the ground.

I was shaken I asked God to give me the strength to tilt my head to the left and look out

the other side. As I slowly turned my head to the left I saw nurses and orderlies in the

doorway staring at me in amazement and terror. No one said a word. I apparently had

been dead for some 15 to 20 minutes and was being prepared for the morgue. I felt

weak and I closed my eyes, but I quickly opened them again to check that I was still in

my body. I wasn’t sure whether or not I would disappear again.

I was still paralysed and I asked God to help me. As I prayed I felt a tingling sensation

in my legs, accompanied by a comforting warmth. I continued to pray and the doctor

just stood there shaking his head. The warmth spread up into my body and arms. God

was healing me! I was so tired. I closed my eyes again and fell soundly asleep.

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I didn’t wake again until the next afternoon. When I woke I saw my friend Simon

standing outside my room looking in through the window. He looked pale and was

shaking his head. He couldn’t believe I was alive. He had followed my trail to the

hospital and had brought a New Zealand friend of mine with him. “So you had a pretty

rough night aye?” this friend asked. “Yeah mate” I replied, “I don’t really know what

happened.” I didn’t want to say, “Actually – I died!” I was still coming to terms with all

that had happened and didn’t want them to say, “Off to the rubber room for you –

you’ve taken too much dope and it’s coming out your ear-holes!”

“This place smells like a latrine.” They said. “We’re getting you out of here. We’ll look

after you.” I resisted them – I wanted to stay in the hospital but they climbed in the

window, picked me up, put me over their shoulders and walked me out. The doctor

came and tried to physically restrain them but they pushed him out of their way. A taxi

was waiting. Simon wouldn’t come in the taxi with me as he was still afraid that I was a

ghost. They took me home to my bungalow on the beach and put me to bed. Then

they went straight out to the living room and had a party!

The hospital window

I was exhausted and hungry. I went to sleep again and woke up in the middle of the

night shivering and perspiring. My heart was filled with terror. I was lying facing the

wall. I rolled over to see what was scaring me. Through my mosquito netting and

through the steel bars on the windows I could see seven or eight pairs of eyes looking

at me. There was a light red glow to them. Instead of a round pupil they had slits like a

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cat. They seemed half human, half animal. I thought, “What on earth are they?” They

looked into my eyes and I looked into theirs and I heard a whisper, “You’re ours and

we’re coming back.” “No you’re not!” I cried. I grabbed my flashlight and shone it at

them. There was nothing there - but I knew I’d seen them!

I wondered if I was going crazy. I began feeling like I might mentally snap. I had to

settle myself down and convince myself I wasn’t going insane. I’d been through so

much in the last 24 hours. So I said, “God, what’s going on?” Then he took me inch by

inch through everything I’d been through. It was as if he seared it onto my mind. At

the end of this I asked him,” what are these things that seem to want to attack me?”

He replied, “Ian, remember the Lord’s prayer”. I tried to remember it with my mind

again but I couldn’t. Then up from my heart came all the words through to “deliver me

from the evil one”. I prayed this earnestly from my heart. Then God said, “Turn the

lights out Ian.” I gathered up my courage and turned off the main light. I sat on the

edge of my bed with my flashlight on. I felt like a Jedi warrior from Star Wars! I began

thinking, “If I don’t turn my flashlight out I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life

sleeping with the light on.” I turned the flashlight off. Nothing happened. The prayer

had been effective. I lay down and went to sleep.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

SEEING IN A NEW LIGHT

Be on guard.

Stand true to what you believe.

Be courageous.

Be strong.

1 Corinthians 16:13 (NLT)

The next morning I got up and prepared myself breakfast. My friends came in from

their morning surf and began talking to me. I began seeing that what they were saying

wasn’t what they were actually meaning. It confused me, as if I was hearing two

different messages. I began to see through their masks. For the first time in my life I

was beginning to see things in a new light. I could see that the intents of their hearts

were totally contrary to what was coming out of their mouths. It was frightening for me

because I didn’t know how to react to that kind of understanding. So I retreated to my

bedroom, and stayed there.

That night I woke again in a cold sweat. Something nearby was scaring me. I turned

my head to look and to my horror, the demons I had seen last night were now in my

bedroom looking at me through my mosquito net. Yet for some reason they couldn’t

get to me. They were intimidating me but they couldn’t actually get to me. In my heart

I had a deep peace. I knew I had seen the light of God and that light was now in me.

No matter how small the flame was, it was in me and they couldn’t come in. But they

were certainly trying to terrify me and get me back.

I grabbed my flashlight again. This time I was afraid to get out of bed to turn on the

light because they were in my room. I didn’t know what power they had. I flashed the

light madly around the room, leaped out of bed and dashed to the light-switch. With

the light safely on I fell to the floor on my knees. I battled with my mind all over again,

just trying to keep my sanity. Again I prayed the Lord’s Prayer and then I went back to

sleep.

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There were two more nights to go before I was to fly out of Mauritius to New Zealand.

The next night I was woken by a tapping on my window. It was a girl saying, “Ian, I

want to talk to you, let me in.” As I knew the girl I thought nothing of it. Half asleep I

walked to the door and unlocked it. The moment I opened the door she grabbed it and

I saw her eyes. I could see the same red tinge in her eyes that I had seen in the eyes

that had haunted me for the last two nights. She began to speak in word perfect

English. She was Creole and had never spoken perfect English. She said, “You are

coming with us tonight Ian. We are going to take you somewhere.” Then I heard other

footsteps coming. I tried to pull the door closed but it was as if this girl had gained a

supernatural strength and I couldn’t move it. Then out of my heart came the words, “In

Jesus’ name – go!” She reeled backwards as if she had been punched in the chest.

As I watched her recoil back up I slammed the door in her face and locked it. I was

shaken but safe for the meantime.

Finally it was my last night and I was all packed and ready to go. A taxi was coming for

me at 5am. I went to sleep but was woken in the night, this time by stones hitting the

window. It was the girl again. I was prepared and had locked the doors but I had left a

small window open. I thought, “Whatever these creatures are, they are out to kill me

and they are using humans to do it!” I was about to jump up and shut the window when

a big black arm came through it and flicked the latch. I heard the girl softly saying,”Ian,

we want to talk to you. Come out.” I was pretending to be asleep and the stones came

on the windows again. This time she was louder, “Ian, come out.” Then heavier

stones began coming right through the window and she was angry now, “Ian, come

out!”

I turned suddenly and saw a spear coming through the open window towards me. I

grabbed my flashlight. “The best form of defence is attack” I thought and I shone the

flashlight into the spear wielder’s eyes. There was that red tint again! I leapt up

screaming for all I was worth, grabbed his spear and thrust it back at him so he loosed

its hold. I threw it out the window and slammed the window shut. Quickly I shone the

flashlight outside on three men and a woman. They cowered away like dogs about to

be stoned. What amazed me was how afraid of the light they were.

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The bungalow’s back room where Ian slept

I was so shaken that I stayed awake the rest of the night waiting for the taxi to come.

But it never came. I woke my surfing friends and asked if they would go find the taxi for

me. They found it debilitated. Someone had thrust steel rods through its radiator in the

night. It was the only taxi in town and my friend had to go to the next town to get a taxi

for me there. By the time he returned there were a group of Creole’s outside my house

with sticks and the driver was too afraid to drive past them. Apparently I had caused

quite a sensation in the town because of my miraculous recovery. The townsfolk knew

I should have been dead and being a superstitious people, considered me a ghost or

something worse. I managed to evade the antagonists though and made it to the

airport to board my flight to New Zealand via Australia.

In Perth I caught up with my younger brother who was living there. I tried to tell him

what I had seen. He was shocked and couldn’t believe it. I slept in his room that night

as he had left to return to New Zealand, and in the middle of the night I awoke to have

white-eyed demons attacking me. I stormed out of the room to see sitting in the

fireplace a small Buddha. As I looked at it God spoke to me that the white-eyed

demons came out of this idol. I was amazed! Now I knew that what I had experienced

with the idols in Colombo was demonic. I decided to shorten my trip to Australia and

return to New Zealand immediately.

On the plane descending into Auckland, New Zealand, I asked the Lord, “What have I

become?” I had my Walkman on with ‘Men at Work’ playing. A voice spoke over the

sound of the Walkman and said, “Ian, you have become a reborn Christian.” I took off

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my Walkman and looked around to make sure no person on the aeroplane had said it.

Then I reached into my bag for my dark glasses. I put them on and in the relative

seclusion that they provided I quietly freaked out. A Christian! Is that what I was?

Who would want to be a Christian? It hadn’t yet occurred to me that that was what I

had become.

My parents picked me up from the airport. Back home, my mum had left my bedroom

with its surf posters exactly as it had been two years ago. It was like walking into a

time warp. I’d come home to a refuge. I went to sleep that night and was woken in the

middle of the night by something shaking me. By now I knew how to get rid of the

demons using the name of Jesus and the Lord’s Prayer. They had to go, but what

were they doing in my bedroom, in my house? I was furious! I got up and decided to

give them a verbal lashing! So I went for it! I woke my parents up but I went for it! I

sat down on my bed and said, “God – I’m sick of these things harassing me in the

middle of the night. What must I do to get rid of them?” He replied, “Read the bible.” I

said, “Next you’ll be asking me to go to church! I haven’t got a bible!” “Your father has

a bible – go and ask him for it.”

So I did. I started reading from the beginning, from the book of Genesis:

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was empty, a

formless mass cloaked in darkness. And the Spirit of God was hovering over its

surface. Then God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. And God saw that it

was good. Then he separated the light from the darkness.” I wept when I read this. I’d

been to university and studied all sorts of books but I’ve never even looked at the one

book that could tell me the truth. For the next six weeks I read from Genesis to

Revelation. Everything that I had seen in heaven was described in that book!

In Revelation chapter one I read about Jesus, clothed in garments of white, his face

shining like the sun, with seven stars in his hand, the Alpha and the Omega, the

beginning and the end. I read in John 8:12, Jesus said that he was the light of the world

and those who come to him would no longer walk in darkness but have the light of life.

I read about being born again by the Spirit of God in John chapter three. I read that by

confessing my sins to God, he had forgiven me and cleansed me from my

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unrighteousness. I read about the new heaven and earth where there will be no more

pain or crying. I learnt that when a demon is cast out of someone it tries to come back

to its dwelling place. I learnt that Jesus had given me authority over the demons I had

encountered and that demons could inhabit idols. The bible inspired awe in me, as I

had never realised the truth that was written in its pages was so vital for life *.

Since this experience in 1982 I’ve been following Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviour.

Initially I spent some time on my sister’s dairy farm in New Zealand getting my life

sorted out. Midway through 1983 I joined YWAM (Youth With a Mission) and sailed

with them around the Pacific Islands telling the people there about God’s love. Then I

went back into South East Asia and ministered among the unreached tribal people of

Malaysia. For three years I worked in the jungles of Sarawak and the mainland

peninsular. During this time I met my wife Jane.

Since then, I have worked both in the church (I am now an ordained minister), and as

an itinerant speaker, travelling to many nations around the world sharing this testimony.

My wife Jane and I have three beautiful children, Lisa, Michael and Sarah. Our desire

is to continue sharing the amazing good news of God’s unconditional love and mercy,

and his provision through Jesus’ death on the cross for forgiveness of our sins, to

everyone we meet.

Ian and Jane, Lisa, Michael and Sarah

* See notes in the appendix for scripture references

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CHAPTER TWELVE

WHAT NOW FOR YOU?

This is how much God loved the world:

He gave his Son, his one and only Son.

And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed;

By believing in him,

Anyone can have a whole and lasting life.

God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son

merely to point an accusing finger,

telling the world how bad it was.

He came to help,

to put the world right again.

Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted;

Anyone who refuses to trust in him has long since

been under the death penalty without knowing it.

John 3 (The Message)

God’s love for us is overwhelmingly apparent. He sent his own son, Jesus, to die in

our place, paying the price for our sin. The bible says that the penalty of our sin is

death, and none of us are sinless, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ

(Romans 5:8–11). Chose life!

If this book has challenged you to consider how you will respond to God’s offer of life, it

may be helpful for you to pray a prayer like Ian did.

♦ Ask him to forgive you for all your sins.

♦ Forgive anyone in your own life who has in any way wronged you.

♦ Ask God to be Lord of your life and commit yourself to following and serving him.

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If you have made the decision to follow Jesus, it will be important to find some like-

minded people who can encourage you and help you to grow in your faith. Get

yourself a bible and begin reading it – it may be easiest to start at the book of John

(you’ll find it by looking at the contents page at the beginning of the bible).

Our prayer for you is that Christ will live in you as you open the door and invite him in.

And that with both feet planted firmly on love, you’ll be able to take in with all Christians

the extravagant dimensions of Christ’s love. Reach out and experience the breadth!

Test its length! Plumb the depths! Live lives full of the fullness of God! (Ephesians 3 –

The Message)

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NOTES

IAN’S WEBSITE

For more information on Ian and his current speaking locations, visit his website at

www.aglimpseofeternity.org

BOX JELLYFISH

For more information on Box Jellyfish check out these websites:

www.pharmacology.unimelb.edu.au/pharmwww/avruweb/jellyfi.htm#jellyfish

http://animaldiversity.ummz.umich.edu/accounts/chironex/c._fleckeri.html

http://www.usyd.edu.au/su/anaes/marine_enven.html

SCRIPTURE REFERENCES

• Death and judgement; Matt 25:31-46, Rom 2:6-11, Rom 14:7-12, 1 Cor 15:35-

44, 2 Tim 4:1, Heb 9:27, Rev 20:11-15

• Jesus death for our sins; John 11:25-26, Rom 6:9-11, Rom 8:10-11; 31-35,

Col 2:13-14, 1 Thess 5:10, 1 Pet 1:3-4

• Jesus the glorified Son of God; Ezek 1:26-28, Luke 9:29, John 20:19, Acts

7:55-56; Acts 9:3-5, 1 Thess 4:14, Rev 1:13-16,

• Darkness and Light; Is 42:6, Matt 8:12; 22:13, Luke 2:32, John 1:4-9; 8:12,

Acts 13:8-11, Rom 13:12, 2 Cor 4:6, Eph 5:8-14, 1 John 1:5; 2:8-11, Rev 21:23

• Eternal life; Ps 145:13, Eccl 12:5, Is 51:11; 60:19-20, Jer 31:3, Mark 3:29, Luke

16:9, John 3:15; 4:36, Rom 1:20, Eph 3:10,11, 2 Thess 2:16, 2 Tim 2:10, Heb

5:9; 9:15, 1 Pet 5:10, 2 Pet 1:11, Jude 21, Rev 14:6,

• Heaven and hell; Matt 5:11-12; 8:12; 10:15; 18:10; 22:15; 23:15, 34-37, Luke

10:20; 15:7; 16:25; 20:36; 23:43, John 14:2, Rom 8:17, 1 Cor 15:42-51, 2 Cor

12:2-4, 2 Thess 1:9, Jude 6, Heb9: 12; 12:22-23, 1 Pet 1:4, 2 Pet 1:10-11; 2:4;

3:13, Rev 7:15; 14:13; 21:2-4, 10-27; 22:3-5,15

• The love of God; Ps 103:4, Ps 36:7, Matt 18:10, John 15:13, Rom 5:5-8, Gal

2:20, Eph 2:4-5; 3:19, 2 Thess 2:16, Titus 3:4

• Demons; Matt 8:29; 10:1; 12:24-30, Mark 1:23-24, 5:8-9, Luke 8:29; 10:17-18, 1

Cor 10:20, 1 Tim 4:1

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FURTHER BIBLICAL CORRELATIONS BY Dr RICHARD KENT

It is a matter of Biblical truth that when we die our spirit leaves our

bodies. The most famous example of this is found in John 19:30, 'Jesus said

'It is finished' and bowing His head, He gave up His Spirit.' There is no

question that Jesus died, as recorded in John 19:33. We are told that "alive

in the Spirit" Jesus then preached to those who had drowned in Noah's flood

1 Peter 3;19.

In addition it seems likely to me that Paul himself had a Near Death

Experience after he was stoned by Jews from Antioch and Iconium (Acts 14:19).

The Jews were extremely angry with Paul for deserting the Sanhedrin and

becoming a follower of Jesus. It is certain that they killed Paul, and this

was invariably the outcome of stoning. Paul describes his own Near Death

Experience as being "caught up into the third heaven" (2 Corinthians 12:2).

Finally, Dr Luke described the spirit of a dead 12-year old girl returning to

her body, so that she came back to life. Jesus was called to see Jairus'

daughter who had died, with the request that He should bring the girl back to

life again. The story is recorded in Luke 8:53-55: 'They ridiculed him

knowing that she was dead, but He put them all outside, took her by the hand

and called saying, 'Little girl arise'. Then her spirit returned, and she

arose immediately.' The clear teaching here is that when the little girl's

spirit returned to her body, she came back to life. I believe that this is a

Biblical explanation of the case of Ian McCormack, whose spirit also returned

to his body after he had died.

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE