It's interesting that you talk about my own death, I was clinically dead for approximately 3 minutes when I was 12 years old. I had drowned and was successfully resuscitated. At the time I was experiencing what I now believe was a transformation of myself. I went from the rambunctious teen to what my family deemed a hermit. I didn't feel comfortable around people and certain places would literally make me physically ill. I also began to have night terrors, walk in my sleep and have conversations with unseen people while I was sleeping. Animals started showing up wherever I was that would follow me for no discernable reason at all. I believe it was unfortunate that at the time my parents had made the decision too practice the Pentecostal faith because they and their pastor made the determination that I was being oppressed by some entity and proceeded to poor my young mind through hell trying to rid me of this. Now after some 35 years I am beginning to think that this was me being called to service. It wasn't until the last 8 or 9 years that I could put a name to it or even recognise and accept it. I still am my own worst skeptic. I noticed that if I ignore things life gets extremely rough and sometimes even deadly to me. Just last August I nearly died from a bee sting after being stung many times in my life with nothing more than a bump. Once again I wondered if I might have ignored something for to long. Any way thanks again for everyone's words of support and wisdom.