Five Days in a Coma, She Stood at God’s Throne and Saw the Child She Lost at 18

Angela Marsden shared this incredible miracle story with us via a comment on our video ad on Facebook. She had an incredible near-death experience, meeting God on His throne, seeing angels, and even her daughter whom she had miscarried at 18.

In March 1992, I was in a bad car wreck I should not have survived. I slipped into a coma from hypovolemic shock and was put on life support. During the 5 days I was out, my spirit was in Heaven with God and the angels that were around the throne, the cherubim, seraphim, and ophanim. I wasn’t allowed to set foot down off the throne with Him, or see His face, but I could feel Him, see the rest of Him, smell Him, and hear His voice. God was the size of a Titan to my little brain. He smelled like thunder, rain, ozone, and petrichor. His voice seemed soft and gentle, but rumbled like thunder in the distance. And He laughs. I would try to sneak a peek at His face, when a black lace would cover my eyes, and He laughed. There was too much bright light around His head peeking through the holes in the lace. God said it wasn’t my time, and I had to go back, but He showed me some things first. He showed me the Multiverse. It blew my mind. Heaven looked like a summer lake camp with lakes, trees, and green everywhere, and the sand looked like gold. Way off in the distance, I saw the Golden City almost completed in construction. I could see angels flying everywhere there, working. And all around where I was were people milling around with small angels that looked human. I saw my grandpa Henry approach the throne with a little girl. I knew who she was. It was my little baby I lost at 18. She was at the age she should have been on earth, about 4 years. She asked me for a name, so I gave her one. Then she walked away with my grandpa. When it was time to go, God said He would always be with me and bless me. So I said okay, I’ll go, even though I wanted to stay. I had a brief feeling of freefall, and woke up in my ICU bed. Then I started coughing and choking on all the tubes and wires down my mouth. I think He kept His promise, because in December 1992 I was back in the same hospital delivering my first baby. Came back again in August 1995 for baby #2, and April 1998 for baby #3. Also, not a day goes by that I don’t suffer with chronic pain.