A Daughter's Visit from Beyond: Nira's Story

Nira, a 65-year-old woman from the south of the country, shares an emotional and chilling story about the birth of her eldest daughter and her death 41 years later.

"I prepared well for the birth, trying to gain control over my body's muscles to actively participate in the birthing process. I was fully aware and conscious, constantly looking at the clock above the entrance door to know when the next contraction would come.

Suddenly, I felt I was looking at the clock not from below (from the bed in the delivery room where I lay) but at eye level; the clock was right in front of me. It took me a minute or two to realize I was outside my body, and my consciousness, or soul, was now near the ceiling. I felt free from all pain, from all limitations. I experienced my deepest essence as an immense joy that cannot be felt in this world... This experience lasted a few minutes, and then I returned to my body.

The experience was so unique and moving that I couldn’t tell my husband about it for a long time.

We had a lovely daughter, but unfortunately, she was very ill with a lung disease and endured severe suffering from her birth until the day she died at age 41.

During the last week before her passing, as I sat by her side, I saw on her face the expression of joy she usually wore when visitors she cherished came by. It was obvious that she was happy to see someone dear and beloved approaching.

For a long time after her death, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we hadn’t parted properly because it seemed from a hand gesture she made that she had some grievance against me for some reason.

This troubled me, and I didn’t know how to resolve it. One evening, as I sat quietly at home, fully awake, suddenly I saw her... One might call her appearance as "dewy lights" – she appeared younger and taller than in life, dressed in a garment made of mist and light. She radiated light and smiled at me, and we had a non-verbal communication. She exuded a love that is hard to describe. It reminded me of a verse from the Song of Songs: "... and my hands dripped with myrrh, my fingers with flowing myrrh on the handles of the bolt."

I experienced this love as something tangible (something you can touch), and for five days afterward, I still felt I had the ability to hug her.

She leaned over to hug me, and I truly felt the weight of her "body." She came to comfort me and tell me she loves me and that she holds no grievance against me.