My parents asked me that morning to go to Hradec to buy some screws and similar things for my father.

 

I did not obey their wish, , took my motorbike and “run away” with my friend. We wanted to go to see a girl we met previous evening in the cinema. On our way to her we planned to stop and have a swim at the place where we ususally swam. So we stopped at the river and went diving. My friend jumped first and then he went to lie on a blanket where most probably he fell asleep. I stood on the edge (nearly 3 metres above the water surface) and I wanted to dive…

 

All of a sudden in my mind I sort of felt strange strong feeling I should not jump. At the same time on the contrary I felt another strange feeling/idea “leading” me to dive.

 

Both feelings I considered very unusual. I did not understand it so I ignored it. I decided to dive in a certain style we call “lomenak”. This dive can be described as sort of cranked shape with your head very much bent backwards. Most probably I did not set off properly, my feet slipped and I turned too far. I fell on water in an uncontrolled way because I did not have my hands in front of me in a propar way. Strong stroke of water surface caused that I immediatelly broke/crushed my fourth, fifth and sixth spondyles and hurt my spinal cord. Immediatelly my whole body was paralysed without any possibility to move.

 

All of a sudden I felt to be squat. I found out I was sinking slowly to the bottom with back going first. (The water was about 3 metres deep there.)

 

In that moment I had very strong urge of self-preservation. I very much felt like moving either with my legs or with my hands – to be able to get on the surface and save myself. But I couln’d do a thing! I was totally paralyzed, I could move neither with my hands nor with my legs nor with my head. Nothing. The water surface was getting farther and farther. I could dimly see the sky and my body was slowly sinking.

 

I was filled with terrible and very strong feeling of hopelessness. Than came a moment when I knew I had the last portion of air and next I would have to breathe in water and die. I opened my mouth to breathe in. When I did this I said to myself it was the end. Just as my body was paralysed, my breathing muscles also were paralysed and a “good luck in my bad luck” was that water did not penetrate into my lungs. I knew I had to die. I was afraid. I did not want to die because I had no idea what would happen next. I knew nothing about death. I had no idea how it proceeds. Nobody has ever spokeen with me about it and I was not “prepared.”

 

I do not know how to describe this death experience in mere words. I expected it to be something like switch on or swith off. Just plain “click” and that’s it. It took a second, maybe even less, and I died. I thought I would not feel anything nor be aware of my existence. But it happened in a different way. My soul left my body. I did not know what was going on, I did not get drawned in spite of my body being under the water surface and without air. I realized I was “alive” even though I was dead, and that I was not in water. All of a sudden I found myself in sort of a space I did not know. I looked down behind myself and there on the left, in the river, my dead body was. I saw the body I knew was mine and I used to “live” in it. Strange thing was that I felt no emotions toward my body. I felt no need to save it or to resuscitate. I did not understand what was going on. I did not understand why I was not dead…

 

All of a sudden I began falling down through some black space, black tunnel, without wanting to and without any possibility to control the fall.

 

There I realized that I felt totally normally as Bostik Jan, the whole person mentally and spiritually. I could clearly think and reason, I had feelings – I felt my whole identity, I only had no physical body. After awhile I found myself in a vast “pink-yellow space”

My feeling was I had been there before and that there I was at “home”! It was a very clear and wonderful feeling. I felt very well and very satisfied there. I could reason and think and I remembered my parents, I knew that they would look for me, but I did not mind because I wanted to stay and there was my home… All this was very strong.

 

I was there alone, I did not see anyone. . All of a sudden I felt someone was there with me! I looked around and there was a big light in the shape of a human being. It was brightly glowing. At that time I was a typical non-believer who adored motorbikes, metal music and girls I had never heard a thing about God, Christianity or who Jesus Christ was. During communist era nothing of this theme was taught at schools. Today many young people know about it and even though they are not believers they have heard about Jesus. My parents never spoke about God.

 

I turned to the light and at that moment very interesting thing happened. At the first sight of that light I KNEW it was JESUS CHRIST! What a mistery! I also knew I was at home there and that it was Jesus Christ in spite of the fact I had not known him before. Just a minute ago I had no idea about his existence.

 

Immediatelly that light Jesus Christ (he knew me) took me in His arms and I experienced something totally unexpected but incredibly beautiful. He hugged me and He rocked me in his arms like a small child. It was very intimate. I discovered I was not drawning in water but in his LOVE and goodness. I have never experienced anything similar before, I know nothing like it now and most probably I will not experience anything comparable to this in future either. I will feel it again up in heaven.

 

Today I LOVE my wife, I love cars, food and sex, but NOTHING compares even a bit to the LOVE I was shown in heaven by Jesus Christ. Each of us knows thousands of words, expressions, feelings etc., but I do not know words to express this feeling of UNCONDITIONAL love. I am just trying to describe its beauty and my attempt reaches only about 30% of reality.

 

After a while Jesus was gone and left me alone. In that moment I saw several scenes of my life (basicaly negative ones).

 

Then Jesus came back and I felt His question: “What can you say, how can you vindicate your life…? And then he was gone again. After that I experienced the worst feeling in my entire life. It sounded like a simple question. But immediatelly I knew I have nothing to say, I had no answer. It was very strange and humiliating. No act, no feeling and no idea of mine could answer this question of that Bright Light – Jesus Christ. I felt as NOTHING, totally humiliated, and my only answer was silence.

 

After this burdensome feeling disappeared I decided to stay. It was so wonderful there and I felt incredibly delightsome I decided to move on. I took the direction where the space divided into two. I did not think about which direction I should take. All of a sudden I felt Jesus telling me: “Stop! Go back, your time has not come yet.” I did not obey those words and I wanted to go on. But Jesus again and in full authority repeated his statement (and it was impossible to talk back to that). He seized me with His very special power and put me back to my body.

 

There my friend took me out of water in a short while and I was back in my body again. I felt the pain of my broken spine and disappointment that I could not stay.

 

The clinical death experience was not enough and even though it was so intense it did not change me inside the way I might wish or imagine. I felt immense love and I knew there was life after death, but I still did wrong things… in my partner relationships, in having fun and in some opinions of mine. I knew about Jesus Christ but I had no personal relationship with Him. I did not talk to Him, I did not pray and I felt that place to be very, very far. How can I get there? What must I do to be able to get back there? I could not understand why I was sometimes so bad… why did I lose my temper, why did I sometimes use filthy language? I did not understand myself. I got interested in various mysteries and occultism and I sought the “golden mean” which basically does not exist. For a long time after my experience I did not meet any Christians, I did not have a Bible and in our village there even was no church. Nobody could explain to me what I had been through and where I could find any information about that Bright Light – Jesus Christ. First people I met were interested in occults, spiritism, von Daniken theories, UFOs and other such things and they told me that there is a god. I got among them and filled my head with bunch of new information – sometimes quite interesting – but it lead to nowhere and often there was no logic and no love in that. It was not the way that would lead to that Jesus I met. Later a woman invited me to church. I gladly accepted that invitation because it was time when work, money, relationships and fun did not fulfil me and inwardly I wanted to get back to the place of my clinical death experience. I was afraid to go among believers. I did not know why since they gave me no reason for this fear. So my first meeting with Christians was a very pleasant surprice and it turned out to be a vital meeting. I spoke there with their youth leader. He was very nice and I wondered why a university student would be a believer. He studied mathematics and physics. He was the first one to tell me that everything about my experience is described in the Bible

 

He showed me those texts and I read it all at home. I was surprised and I marveled, it was as if it were about me and about what I had been through. Everything just interlocked together perfectly. At our next meeting the youth leader told me that I can get back to that Jesus only through my personal decision and simple prayr. We spoke about it a lot. After a while I asked him about the basic information of Christianity and heaven and eternal life and who this Jesus was. Later I prayed that prayer and asked God into my heart and life and I “became a Christian.” Why did I do all of this? Without God I could not fulfil my life and I could not find meaning of my life. The goal of my life is God Himself! I wanted to meet Jesus again and talk to Him. I felt I needed not happiness but forgiveness – the change I could not make myself. I was quite happy; I had my work, money and friends. I did not think I lacked anything material but health. I asked Him in prayer to forgive me and to talk to me and to change my life.

 

I believed He died and rose from the dead also for me and that His sacrifice is the only way back to heaven. This was the beginning of my relationship with Jesus Christ! Then baptism in water followed as usual. I read the Bible and let it be explatined to me, I prayed with my own words and from the heart, I started to attend church regularly and to learn so many new and wonderful things. In that time I felt He was with me and I did not have to go back to the place where I experienced my clinical death any more. Much more joy, activity, friends, knowledge and other new things entered my life.

 

The hole in my heart and life was HEALED UP – and you can experience this feeling, too, it is up to you, it is your decision.

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