You know how it is, with most near-death experiences: All we hear are the glorious descriptions of vistas that in the end are actually indescribable. Amazing colors. Tremendous feelings of tranquility. The realization that one is finally home.
That’s beyond terrific — and what we have to keep in mind; what we can look forward to; what awaits us if we live with the Love and Heart of Jesus. (“Lord, let me love with Your Love; let me love with the Heart of Christ.”)
But hell exists, and there are also in-between zones.
Rare is the near-death experience that includes those.
But of late, we have found some such accounts that do.
And in this regard is Jennifer Morris, who “succumbed” on January 22, 2017, after spinal fusion surgery and was in a coma for two days, only to return, as so many have, to tell us what she’d seen.
Upon rising from her body on a hospital bed, Jennifer told an interviewer, she found herself “for whatever reason, in this grayish-white vast open area” while below her “was this pitch black — I mean a blackness that you can’t even imagine and I could see figures in the blackness but to the left of me were ten family members.+
“In front of me were two larger golden orbs and off to the distance, way off in the distance, I could see a very bright white.”+
This certainly sounds like a middle purgatorial region — where souls needing cleansing, love, and balance (pray about that balance and cleansing these final Lenten days) were apparently set right — schooled in true goodness — before their final approach to the Lord.+
It also sounds like descriptions from mystics and seers at places such as Medjugorje in Bosnia-Hercegovina.+
More problematic (he tends to meld Eastern concepts with his experience), Leth nonetheless bolsters the notion that it isn’t all splendor and joy: as Catholics (though not evangelicals) teach, there indeed are levels of purification.+