The concept of life after death is present in a number of religions and philosophies. Some envision an afterlife or reincarnation, while others see death as the end of consciousness. The scientific community is inconclusive, and these beliefs mainly reflect personal or cultural views.
Julie Poole, who calls herself a spiritual guru, has built a career by sharing her teachings with others.
At a young age, Julie experienced “physical, mental, s**al, and emotional abuse.”
This horrific experience left her devastated and affected her life, but at the same time it strengthened her spirituality.
She has always been open about everything that is going on in her life, and recently, she shared her near-death experience following a suicide attempt.
In her 20s, Julie overdosed on medications after which she “died” in a sense and was taken to a “spirit realm” that resembled heaven. There, she claims to have seen glimpses from the future.
“I suddenly saw my guides and my angels around me and then they lifted me up, and took me up to the Higher Realms. I just remember saying ‘I’m going home’ and they said ‘No you’re not, it’s not your time,’” she shared in a video.
Julie claims the spirits told her, “We did warn you it would be too hard and too overwhelming, and now here you are at 21 trying to check out.”
Three days later, she returned to her normal form on Earth but she could still remember some of the words the spirits spoken to her.
Further, Julie claimed that the extraterrestrial beings told her a new ‘Golden Age’ for humanity would begin between 2012 and 2032.
“What we mean by the Golden Age is that for millennia now there has been an enormous amount of power, abuse and control…” she clarified, “All of that has been held by the few and has controlled the masses.
“This Golden Age is bringing an equality across the board, so that which is false and fake and untrue and corrupt will fall away.”
She is convinced that this concept would indeed happen and that “the day of reckoning” is near.
“It’s coming up not so that we can have some sort of Armageddon, but the people in power that are corrupt are getting found out,” she went on.
“They’re getting caught and kicked out, and people that have a pure heart pure intentions are coming in instead.”
For more on this woman’s incredible story go to the video below.
The Taste of Love: A Father’s Tribute
The kitchen, once a haven of warmth and laughter, now echoed with the clatter of pots and pans. John, a man more accustomed to spreadsheets than soufflés, stood amidst the chaos, his brow furrowed in concentration. Pancake batter, a lumpy, greenish-grey concoction, clung stubbornly to the sides of the bowl. His wife, Sarah, would have laughed, her eyes twinkling.
He missed her laughter. He missed her easy grace in the kitchen, the way she hummed along to the radio while whipping up culinary magic. He missed the way she’d kiss his cheek and say, “Don’t worry, darling, I’ve got this.” Now, he was adrift in a sea of burnt toast and forgotten recipes, his kitchen a battlefield rather than a haven.
His daughter, Lily, a bright-eyed girl of eight, watched him with a mixture of amusement and concern. “Dad,” she’d say, her voice gentle, “It’s okay if it’s not perfect.” But her words, meant to comfort, only served to deepen his sense of inadequacy. He longed to recreate the magic of Sarah’s cooking, to fill the void left by her absence with the comforting aroma of home-cooked meals.
One morning, determined to surprise Lily, John decided to try his hand at heart-shaped pancakes. He watched countless online tutorials, meticulously measuring ingredients, and even invested in a heart-shaped pan. The batter, this time, was a pale golden color, smooth and even. He poured it carefully into the pan, his heart pounding with a mixture of hope and trepidation.
Lily, ever the curious observer, watched him with wide eyes. “What are you making, Daddy?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
“Something special,” he replied, his voice a little hoarse.
As the pancakes cooked, a wave of memories washed over him. He remembered Sarah’s laughter, her playful banter with Lily, the warmth that radiated from their kitchen. He remembered the way Lily would eagerly devour Sarah’s pancakes, her face smeared with syrup.
Finally, he flipped the pancakes, his breath catching in his throat. They were golden brown and perfectly heart-shaped. He carefully transferred them to plates, adding a generous dollop of butter and a drizzle of maple syrup.
Lily’s eyes widened as she saw the pancakes. “Wow, Daddy!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. “They look just like Mommy used to make!”
John’s heart swelled. He watched as Lily took a bite, her eyes closing in delight. “It tastes like the ones Mom made!” she declared, her voice filled with happiness.
Tears welled up in John’s eyes. He knew it wasn’t perfect, that the edges were a little burnt and the syrup a bit messy. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. He had made Lily smile. He had brought a little bit of Sarah back into their lives, one delicious pancake at a time.
From that day on, John continued to cook, his kitchen slowly transforming from a battlefield into a sanctuary. He learned new recipes, experimented with flavors, and even found himself enjoying the process. He knew he would never fully replace Sarah, but he could learn to cook with love, with memory, and with the hope of creating new memories with his daughter. And that, he realized, was a gift in itself.
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