A glimpse of the future

In 1972 I had a near death-experience. In the loneliness of a hospital room, when I thought that my life was finished, I suddenly saw a tunnel with a bright light at the end of it. First I got frightened, because I didn’t know what was going on, but soon I felt quiet and peaceful, as if I was touched by the very powerful love of someone who stood beside me. I couldn’t see anybody, but after a while I came aware of his thoughts – His thoughts, because I realized it was Jesus who stood beside me. His love was so extremely powerful, that I was afraid that I couldn’t bear it.

I had endless talks with Him. He showed me the life that I had led and my struggles to overcome my fears. He also talked to me about the present and comforted me, because I was crying all the time. I felt a deep, immense sadness – not by His presence, for He took me in His arms, but because my heart was touched by the overwhelming, heavenly warmth of His love; I felt completely immersed in the light of His wisdom.

In the weeks after this experience strange things happened. I can remember that I was sitting behind an electric typewriter and suddenly knew the ideas of the person who had designed it, as if I could see the blueprint of that machine. There were also moments when I could see a glimpse of the spiritual world – angels and dark spirits who influenced the world of the living. But there was one thing that was still unclear to me: I wanted to know my future and my task in this life. I had to wait five years until that last piece of the puzzle was revealed. And just like my near death-experience, it came all of a sudden, when I was alone and in broad daylight.

November 1977. I was sitting in the living room of my small apartment and felt sad. After a quarrel with one of my best friends he didn’t want to see me anymore. That made me so angry that I put a curse on him. It was not a kind of swearing, like many people do, but a real curse that I spoke with the intention to harm him. Of course that was stupid, especially because I knew very well that there’s a spiritual world and that evil thoughts can hurt others. But what I didn’t realize was that my curse had damaged myself in the first place: I was not able to write anymore, for my creativity was gone. Terrible!

I felt guilty and prayed for forgiveness, for what I had done was disgusting. When I had finished my prayers on that cloudy, windy November afternoon, I suddenly saw pictures of a large church: thousands of people were attending a sermon. Broad beams of sunlight fell on the marble floor, and on a small platform stood a minister. I guess he was about 70 years old, but he preached nevertheless with great enthusiasm. The man wore a gold-coloured spectacle with round glasses. The churchgoers listened with great interest to what he was saying.

When I looked at the minister, I noticed that he looked familiar to me. I wondered who he was, but then I heard someone saying: ”Look again, look very carefully!” I focused on the man, and then I knew who he was: it was me! I saw myself at the age of about 68 or maybe 70 years old, preaching in a large church that was chock full. People were sitting and standing everywhere, even in the aisles. They had brought their children with them and were cheerful, almost excited.

I don’t know how to describe it, but what I felt was that the old boundaries or curtains between this world and the spiritual one had disappeared. There was a direct contact between the people in the church and the angels and good spirits in the spiritual world; in fact they were one! That was also the main reason for the joy of the churchgoers. The minister was no more than a kind of instrument that was inspired by God’s kingdom to encourage and comfort his congregation. You could say that the ‘roof’ of the church had disappeared; that means that all people of good will were directly inspired by the forces of heaven. I felt that they represented the majority of the world population at that time. There was still evil on earth, but its power was slowly decreasing.

Moreover I realized that I was only one of the many ministers who preached the gospel: everywhere on Earth there was this feeling of expectation, of joy and grace. That coincided with a great renewal of the churches and with a powerful spiritual revival like this world has never seen before,.  

When I had that experience, I was only 24. Nowadays I’m 60. That means that I saw pictures of the near future – 8 or 10 years from now. The events I saw may happen between 2021 and 2023. But I cannot stress enough that I do not make any claim that this is the one and only truth about our future. What I do want to say is that this is a possibility – a possibility of which I hope that it will become our reality in the near future. God only knows if these things will really happen.