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Children In Spiritual Places

 

In the late 1970s, when I was a young adult, I had one of the most unexpected but emotionally impactful encounters that I've ever had. I was alone in my house one day and was praying in my bedroom. Suddenly a misty dimensional opening appeared and within a few moments three small children walked out of it. They looked no more than 2 years old and were about 3 feet in height. Their features were soft and sweet-looking like Precious Moments figurines and they wore simple, one-piece garments. But their behavior and language skills demonstrated that their minds were much more mature.

For the first several seconds they just stood there looking at me. Then one of them - whose body language gave me the impression of being a boy - introduced himself and straight away asked me if I would come with them to a very special place because they had an important story to tell me. I asked how long it would take and he assured me it wouldn't take too long. Not sensing any deception or negativity at work, I accepted the invitation.

Up to this point in my life I had had many strange experiences with spiritual entities, mostly when I was in an out-of-body state. As a child I could occasionally see ethereal things and my first OBE happened quite spontaneously when I was about 8 years old. After many more incidents of that kind, I gradually learned how to control my gifts and my strong curiosity drew me repeatedly into the spiritual realms to explore. Though sometimes scary and even dangerous (I had angelic help), I found most of my adventures to be rewarding. So when these children appeared to me, I was already used to unusual occurrences.

After I indicated I would come with them, the other two children who had not said anything looked at each other as if they weren't sure how it would actually work. I laid down on my bed, and within a minute or two had separated my spirit body from my physical body. These innocent looking souls put their little hands in mine and led me into the portal they had come through. After traveling through swirls of vapor and streaks of light, I arrived somewhere in a higher spiritual plane.

We came out in the middle a very large plaza. White, billowy clouds were all around the perimeter and also in the sky which blocked my view of anything further away. I saw no adult-sized beings at any time, only toddler-sized children mingling all around. Their clothing tones varied only a little, from white to light beige. Yet when it came to human racial colors and features, there was a lot more variety.

Most of the children were looking at me as if an honored guest had arrived. The one who did all of the grown-up talking said, "We've been watching you and others like you. We want to communicate to you about our situation so others can be made aware. It's about the senseless destruction of life."

As if knowing that was a lot to suddenly take in, the child leader said he wanted to pray for me. What I remember him saying was something like, "God in Heaven, please be with this man who has come to see our situation. Thank you for protecting his life so that he can continue his time on earth."

The other two who had come to get me plus one other who joined them told me their names and thanked me for coming. (All their names except one I have since forgotten.) Without warning they lifted up their arms and started to gently touch me. At first I was a bit apprehensive. But when I felt the energy of love and gratitude in it, I relaxed and became receptive. It was as if they wanted to touch someone who had an abundance of life experiences.

With a hint of pride the leader announced, "We have prepared a gift for you - the best we can offer," and the children in the big plaza began to organize themselves into groups. While that was going on he explained, "We've tried to bring others here but they were afraid. But a few did come. We sing and pray together for the door to open from our side and your praying helped us to connect it to your side."

Without any cues, the children closest to me suddenly started singing a melody in a language I didn't understand, but it was beautiful. Then others a little further away began to join them. They had the high pitch voices of children but not the untrained notes. At first they sang in unison, but soon it developed into more musical variations and harmonies. As other clusters of children even more distant started joining in, unseen instruments began to play. The momentum of the young voices continued to swell as more and more were added from all around me. This increased the volume the longer it progressed.

The clouds around the outskirts of the plaza started to thin and separate and I could see that multitudes were participating. At first I viewed hundreds; then I could see thousands; then incredibly hundreds of thousands. By then I realized was standing in the middle of a vast amphitheater. Positioned all around me, as far as my eyes could see, were nothing but little children singing - perhaps millions. It was such an breathtaking sight. And the sound of it was so wonderful. No one spoke to me during the performance.

After a while, the leader raised up his hand and the singing quickly diminished into low murmurings. He said to me, "I'm sure you're wondering why all of us are here. We are the souls of the those who were intended to live a life like you but were intentionally and abruptly terminated - killed before the journey of our lives could begin. Our purpose was already planned and angels were assigned to us. We were just about to start a life on earth but our opportunity was taken! And we have been waiting and waiting for another chance at physical, human life."

I was stunned by the stark statement of this thwarted soul. I sadly remarked, "There are so, so many the world has aborted." The child asserted, "Oh, those you see here are not from the whole earth...they're just from your own country." As if hit by a tidal wave I was overcome by the numbers. It was so painful to realize.

Just as if I was in the physical, I felt the very same emotions of weeping. I stood there flooded with sorrow and couldn't talk for a few minutes. The children could see that I was deeply affected and dozens started to gather around me, gently touching me or in turn the ones in front of them. They seemed to be loving me so I wouldn't hurt so much and I did feel a soothing energy come over me as if from the very depths of creation.

But as I recovered, I still felt alarmed and confused about their situation. I had an defensive reaction and said, "Why have you brought me here? What do you expect me to do?" Immediately it became quite around me. The leader answered, "Though we are limited in our voice, we must try to save at least one other from the same wrongful termination that happened to us. But you are unique. You have the ability to walk in places that other people can't go. You have a voice that people will listen to because you are different. Yes, we have each other, yet we are unfulfilled!"

There was a brief pause and the crowd around me began to break up. I was beginning to sense that my time there was ending. The leader said, "Before you go, we would like for you to pray for us. I said, "Are you sure? I'm so overwhelmed right now." With more intensity he urged me, "Please, we want you to help us... We need you to remember us! Also remember to pray for those who are in the process of being born. Birth has become a battlefield and dark spirits don't want lives on earth to begin."

Of course it was the least I could do. I asked all those still around me to touch me or each other again. I said with a firm, raised voice, "I'm going to say a prayer and it's going to be loud. All those who can hear me, I want you to touch each other too. I'll give you 10 seconds to group up." Immediately I saw movement and heard noises of anticipation everywhere.

I spoke just a short, simple prayer, earnestly projecting my appeal to the Creator. "Oh God, I don't know much about this place and why these innocent souls are here. Please allow them to have the opportunity of beginning another life on earth. They are not seeking revenge; they are just wanting justice for themselves."

For a brief moment it felt like that we were all of one mind. Then I heard strange sounds. The first was like thousands of wings moving back and forth and the second was a blast of a deep horn as if a mighty being had moaned in grief.

I felt something touching my hand. When I looked down I saw that one of the children was cradling a 7-8 inch, fetus-like baby in its arms. I was told this one's name was "Chee." The tiny person had clutched the tip of my finger with its miniature hand. Apparently in this state it could only communicate telepathically. It said, "Never forget us please." This image choked me up again.

After a few minutes all but the leader had moved backwards away from me and the portal reappeared. He said, "Come with me. It's time to go." He took my hand and together we both stepped into it. I soon found myself back in my bedroom. The contented soul said, "This day will always be special for me. We will miss you, for we are now connected." I said, "Yes, I can sense that," still trying to control my emotions. His final words were, "All life is precious and is not to be wasted." He exited into the portal and it disappeared. I've never seen them since.

I reentered my body on the bed but just laid there, weeping now with real tears. I was so emotionally drained I could hardly function. I called in sick to work the next day and was in deep contemplation for weeks. Some of what was going through my mind was: "Who's going to believe a story like this?" I didn't know what I was going to do.

As it turned out, I did verbally share this experience over the years, but only to a handful of selected people I felt could receive it. Even to this day I can barely tell the whole story without getting emotional. But now, with some help, I have finally gotten it into detailed written form. Though its been a long time coming to present it to a broader audience, I sincerely hope it will still make a difference and be way of remembering them once again.

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unicron1000 (guest)
 
2 weeks ago (2017-01-08)
Great story! I wish they had a chance at life, it's not fair that many do not get to live life.
Jessicqqqq (3 posts)
 
2 weeks ago (2017-01-07)
What a sad story. I wish all of them would've made it. This country is disgusting.
lulu (guest)
 
3 months ago (2016-11-04)
with God everything is possible hope they find their way through God felling emotional may the Good Lord give you strength I also think that mother's should speak open with they daughters about the damage that termination can cause
Guesty (guest)
 
3 months ago (2016-10-30)
It sounds very much like a fake story from anti-abortionist
Cory (guest)
 
5 months ago (2016-08-21)
I try astral projecting every few nights, but I can't seem to relax my muscles to focus enough. Also when I try... "Down there" kind of distracts me
vishal (guest)
 
6 months ago (2016-07-16)
My question is why would anyone want to be born on Earth in a physical body subject to old age disease and death. They seemed to be much more powerful and in a better place.
world.citizen (guest)
 
8 months ago (2016-06-03)
The vision of the singing angels I had also in a dream that I had two days before my father died. The dream occurred at 6:30 am, at 9:00 am he fell and broke his hip. Two days later he died on the operating table while they attempted to repair his hip.

The vision of the angels occurred like yours where the sky parted and the rank upon rank of singing angels appeared in the sky, more numerous than the stalks of wheat in a large field of grain. And the music was so very very beautiful, with its incredible harmonies, just like you describe, transporting me completely out of the human earthly experience. After seeing the vision in the dream I did not want to live, until my father came again in another dream about 6 weeks later.

Thank you so much for confirming my experience.

Heavenly Father! May the Blessed Beauty protect you and keep you close always, may the potential that these unborn souls see in you be fully realized. May the unwanted children find cherishing parents for ever and ever on this planet. Allah'u'Abha!
SnakeBuzz (1 posts)
 
8 months ago (2016-05-12)
I, too weep because there are so many of unborn children terminated like you said. I do hope they will find life on Earth, they sound really pure hearted and full of love.

Best wishes to you all.
Alex (guest)
 
8 months ago (2016-05-09)
Hello

Nice story, but a few things I picked up on. The kids who had their pregnancy terminated, they would have known that their lives would be cut short, and would not be complaining about this. And the bit about waiting for another chance of life is not right. There is such a huge demand for souls to enter the new born, they are even resorting to fitting souls of dead pets, such as dogs and cats, and even horses into new born humans.

Just to let you know.
Neohrlox (guest)
 
9 months ago (2016-04-30)
What a beautiful story, kchristopher. Very sad, tragic, and full of loss but also one of beauty. Who knows how many countless souls dwell in hidden places that were robbed of the opportunity to incarnate here on earth. I won't forget your beautiful story of the unborn souls. Thank you for taking the time to share this story with us.

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