Matters Of Life And Death

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    • We Are Light

      Posted at 2:17 PM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on October 26, 2022

      We still have much to learn about the origin of life, but one short video I watched this week certainly confirmed what

      so many of us already understand about energy and what/who we are.

      The video was narrated by a fertility specialist who shared it on a social media platform. It was of an embryo’s cells dividing and showed a flash of light when it happened. A flash of light. This happens constantly in the body, cells are dividing all the time.

      We are luminous beings. We Are Light.

      Posted in light, we are light | 0 Comments | Tagged afterlife, awareness, death, fear, God, law of attraction, life, love, near death experience, science, science and spirituality, spirituality, we are light
    • My Rebirthday

      Posted at 3:18 PM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on July 17, 2022

      My daughter was born at 9:27 am EST on July 17, 2000.

      I died at 9:18 am EST on July 17, 2000.

      At 9:26 am EST on July 17, 2000, I was reborn.

      Today marks the 22nd anniversary of my death and rebirth, and my daughter’s 22nd birthday.

      If it were not for my daughter, I wouldn’t get to be her mother. If it were not for my daughter, I wouldn’t be who I am today.

      Having the gift of death and coming back to this life has been both the greatest blessing and the most challenging thing in the world. I have had to navigate a world that seemed foreign to me at first, I was so different than before but the world hadn’t changed. What I took for granted as “normal” no longer made sense and I longed for something new. I initially thought that by changing my outward life it would bring me closer to what I longed for in my heart. What I longed for was to live in a state of being where Love was the predominant energy. I wanted to be in that same state of being I was in during my NDE.

      The sticking point for many years was how to “get” there. How do I “be” that Love?

      I needed a road map, a blueprint for living and I finally realized I was the only one who could design it. No church, no “guru”, no thing outside of me could do it for me, could show me the way. So, I started meditating. It was the next right thing for me to do. From there, my answers as to the “how” began to arrive. The inspiration to write, to read, to slowly navigate a path back to myself became clearer and clearer.

      Writing I Died And Learned How To Live was so cathartic for me. It gave me me back. It gave me a way to break through the barrier of fear I’d inadvertently built up around me to protect me from the judgement and criticism of others. It helped me strengthen in more Love and diminish the influence Ego had over me.

      My days are not always carefree, but when I do struggle I have a way to bring myself back to what I know from experience to be the most healing, nurturing, peaceful state of being, which is Love. I return there over and over again.

      Happy Rebirthday to me!

      Love to you all!

      Krista xox

      Posted in Uncategorized | 4 Comments | Tagged afterlife, awareness, birthday, death, fear, God, law of attraction, life, love, nde, near death experience, rebirthday, spirituality
    • How Death Is So Much Like Life

      Posted at 7:05 AM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on August 29, 2019

      Our lives are not completely our own.  We cannot control everything that happens, but we can use our free will and intention to focus the energy that is there at our disposal to bring about what it is we desire, with one caveat:  If it is for the greater good for us and everyone involved and, in the ultimate sense, it always is .

      We come here to remember who we are, which is pure love.  We come here to share  love in the world in our own unique way.  Everyone is here to do the same thing and there is no one who is more worthy than another.  There is no one who is better than another or whose desires and dreams are more important.  We are all on the same playing field all the time.

      Death is a continuation of life.  In what we call death our consciousness continues to have the same power to manifest what it is we desire, only we are more acutely aware of our connection to the divine loving source that supports us at all times.  We return to this source and are once again reminded of the intensely loving beings we are.

      Within that intensely loving power are all the possibilities of the universe completely at our disposal here.  We continue to use our intention and free will to create our experience in death as we do in life.  The difference is in our awareness of that power and, when we die, we’re reminded of it.  We re-experience it to its greatest degree.  We return to a realm where there literally is no resistance.  We are immersed and get to play in the miraculous cosmic soup of love energy that we get only a small taste of here in the body.

      We create our experience in the afterlife along with the co-creative power of the universe, that is love wholly and completely.  While we’re here, it is to our greatest benefit to re-dis-cover the loving beings we are and endeavor to fulfill our purpose.  By doing so, we are constantly bringing ourselves closer and closer to perfect alignment with the source of us all and have an opportunity to experience it here, in the body.

      To do so is a choice.  We always have free-will, here and in the afterlife.  We’re here.  We can choose our life.  

      My question for you is this:  Are you creating the life you desire?

      As always, I’d love to hear your stories!

      Much love to you along your beautiful, creative journey!

      Posted in loving, loving ourselves, meditation, near death, near death experience, relationships, self help, self love, transitioning, Uncategorized, understanding ourselves, universal love, Wayne Dyer, worthiness | 0 Comments | Tagged afterlife, create your life, fear of dying, fear of living, how to live, how to love ourselves, law of attraction, life, love, self-discovery
    • My Near Death Experience

      Posted at 10:45 PM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on June 2, 2015

      This is from a little book I wrote about my experience and how I used what I learned in the afterlife to heal my earthy life many years later….

      In the spring of 2000, I was finishing up the last few months of my PA training. Becoming a Physician Assistant was a long-time goal of mine, and I’d spent years of dedication and sacrifice working toward it. My husband and I had married in the fall of my first semester, and one year later, were expecting a baby.

      Graduating from PA school, and becoming a mother at the same time were far greater gifts than I could have imagined for myself. While I focused on finishing up my clinical rotations, and studying for my board exams, I’d daydream about all the things we had to look forward to.

      My husband and I had moved from New York to Florida in January of 2000, and in February, went for my twenty-week ultrasound. As the physician ran the probe over my belly, he showed us our baby’s skull and femur, all the while taking measurements. “The baby is right where it should be developmentally,” he said, looking pleased. As he continued to move the probe, we caught a glimpse of our baby’s foot. I pointed out one of the toes to my husband. “That’s your child, no doubt about it!” Our baby’s second toe was crooked, just like my husband’s. We were laughing about this when the doctor’s demeanor changed.

      “ I want to show you something.”

      Positioning the probe to view our baby’s kidney, he showed how there was a build up of fluid inside of it. For some reason, it wasn’t draining properly. He couldn’t tell us for sure, but it could have been caused by anything from a benign malformation of the organ, to a potentially life-shortening genetic disease. “I wish I could tell you more.”

      This was on a Friday.

      In the practice of medicine, when forming what is called a “differential diagnosis,” all things that may be the cause a person’s illness must be considered, until ruled out. The term “think horses, not zebras” serves as a reminder that the most common cause is most likely the cause.

      As we waited through the weekend for our OB appointment on Monday, I researched the differential diagnosis of hydronephrosis, or excess fluid in the kidney, and tried to be positive about its root cause, telling myself it was something simple that she would grow out of. Although I tried to think horses, my thoughts kept leading me back to zebras.

      While my husband and I worried, my mother-in-law mentioned she’d had a problem with her kidney when she was younger, and underwent a corrective surgery for it as an adult.  We determined her surgery must have been for an ureteropelvic junction (UPJ) stricture, or narrowing, of the tube draining urine from the kidney to the bladder. With this newfound knowledge, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Our baby’s problem must be hereditary! It fit with what the ultrasound showed, and was fixable. My thoughts quickly turned to horses, and remained there through the rest of that long, emotional weekend.

      Monday morning my husband and I met with my OB, who agreed that our baby’s problem was most likely due to a congenital malformation of the ureter, and we made the decision not to undergo any further testing.

      Dodged bullet number one.

      Four months later, in the last month of my pregnancy, my OB brought up the option of early delivery. I could be induced at thirty-five weeks, and a Pediatric Urologist could evaluate our baby’s kidney function sooner, rather than later. It wasn’t imperative that she be delivered early, but the option was there.

      While I tried not to be, I was afraid if I didn’t go along with this plan, I might be jeopardizing my baby’s long-term health, though I still hesitated in giving an answer. Delivering her early would require for me to be induced into labor, and I knew the possibility of a c-section was greater with induction. I wanted to have the experience of childbirth so badly, but couldn’t hold on to that desire. One week could potentially make a difference, so I decided to go ahead with the induction.

      On the evening of July 16, 2000, I was admitted to the hospital’s Labor and Delivery floor to begin the process. I was a carrier of the bacteria Group B Streptococcus, which would put my baby at risk of developing an infection while moving through the birth canal. I required pre-treatment with antibiotics before the induction started.

      The Penicillin had been running through the IV for only a few minutes, when I noticed a strange feeling in my chest. It felt like my heart was racing and beating irregularly.

      I told the nurse what was happening right away, and she stopped the IV. Seconds later, the feeling in my chest disappeared.  Another antibiotic had to be given, and as the nurse flushed the IV to push through the medication still in it, the feeling in my chest briefly returned. The only explanation was that it must have been some sort of an allergic reaction. This surprised me, for as far as I knew, I wasn’t allergic to anything, but could have developed an allergy during the course of my pregnancy.

      Another antibiotic was chosen and administered without the return of that strange feeling. As my husband, mother and I settled into the hospital room for a long evening, Pitocin, the medication that would tell my uterus to begin contracting, was started. Although I have no real memory of it, I was told the night was rather uneventful. That was fine, because what followed the next morning would more than make up for it.

      The next morning, my contractions were strong, but irregular. By eight o’clock, I had dilated only 3cm. The nurse midwife broke the amniotic fluid sac to further my labor along. It had already been thirteen hours, and I was progressing too slowly. Prolonged labor in a patient who was a Group B strep carrier increased the risk of infection in the baby with every passing hour, even with the administration of the antibiotic. Although I wanted to resist the thought of it with all my might, I knew a c-section was in my near future.

      Pitocin causes unusually strong contractions, and even though I had dilated only three centimeters, I was in a lot of pain. Figuring I’d need it anyway for a c-section, I asked for an epidural. After this was placed, I lay there watching the monitor next to the bed. I knew what to look for on the screen, and noticed when I was having contractions, my baby’s heart rate would occasionally drop into the sixties. This was dangerously low, and I anticipated the arrival of the midwife into the room to deliver the news .

      Sure enough, less than a minute later she was there, telling me what needed to be done. Although I knew a cesarean would most likely be the outcome, internally I still had a brief, but strong emotional resistance to it, much like the way I’d resisted the thought of having our baby early.

      Between now and the surgery, constant and close monitoring of my baby’s heart rate was needed, so an internal monitor would have to be placed into my baby’s scalp. I’d placed them before myself, yet cringed at the thought of something being screwed into my own child’s head.

      As these thoughts ran through my mind, I felt the same fluttering feeling in my chest that I’d had the night before, only now, it was much more severe. “I’m having a hard time breathing.” No sooner had the words left my lips that I went from being a little short of breath, to gasping for air.

      A huge commotion broke out in the room, and I was yanked onto my left side as this would make it easier for my heart to pump blood to my unborn baby. Someone slapped an oxygen mask over my face. My husband and mother were quickly moved out of the room and into one down the hall. I couldn’t seem to get enough air, and had to work harder and harder to breathe.

      In a matter of seconds, I was being wheeled out of the room and through an open hallway. Within only a few feet from the OR suite, the noise that had surrounded me became distant. As I faded away, the last thing I recall was the sound I made. It was one of desperately trying to breathe.

      My heart stopped at 9:18 am.

      There is no such thing as “the moment of death”: The point at which there are no signs of life, and when our consciousness leaves our body, is more of a continuum.

      From an awareness standpoint, some time had passed between being in the hallway, and the view I had from above. What happened to my consciousness during this interval, I do not know. Perhaps my energy coalesced into a singularity before exploding outward in a cloud of tiny black-grey particulate matter. Maybe it leaked from the confines of my solid-self, little by little, rapidly accumulating into a loose conglomerate of static-like matter that was now floating above my body.

      The distance between my conscious self and my body below seemed to be stretched out, as if space-time had elongated, and my now nearly immaterial self was simultaneously both near and far away from my material body. There was no sound, no pain, no fear.  I could still “see”, and glanced around the room. The ceiling had taken on a fluid transparency with some flowing, solid features that still remained. I could see someone lying on a bed.

      Was it a person? I recall asking myself this question, as I wasn’t quite sure what “people” were, but seemed to have a recognition of them nonetheless.

      The event unfolding below me no longer involved “Krista” in the physical sense, as she was now beyond the transparent ceiling. As I lingered above, I didn’t identify in any way with the body or the people in the room, but was instead a detached observer, although still “Krista” within the fine static of my consciousness. I had retained my earthly identity, and felt more alive than ever. 

      There were several people around my body now. A person in blue, was on the left. At first, I noticed him bent over my body at the level of my abdomen. He then, very quickly, stood upright and handed a bundle to someone at my right shoulder. They took this bundle, and quickly turned their back so I couldn’t see, and I wanted to see!

      A person was near my head, placing something on my chest. Another person in blue walked into the room and stood there, as if assessing what was happening, then moved to my right side, joining in on the barrage of activity around me.

      “What’s going on down there?”

      I felt so compelled to stay. What was in the bundle? What was happening to the person on the bed? As I continued to watch, I slowly became more and more attached to what I was watching.

      Suddenly, an invisible force began pulling me to the left. I resisted it for a brief second, but this force was much stronger than my desire to stay. It wanted me, and I knew whatever it wanted me for was important, more important than my desire to remain fixed in this place. With this understanding, I then made a conscious choice to let go.

      The instant this decision was made, I was moving at a terrific speed through, what I can only describe as, a loosely confined space of static and fluid-like matter. It was infinitely large, yet immeasurably small. I felt, at any moment, it would either burst wide open, or collapse in on me.

      No definition existed between my consciousness and that of its “walls,” which were made of this fluid, static-like continuum of energy. As I sped along, I became intermixed with this energy, and the further on I went, the more I felt permeated with its indefinable, irrefutable, unbounded love.

      This love and I were wholly immersed in one another; no point of separation existed; I was it, and it was I. Oh, what bliss! I felt no pain, no anxiety, no fear. The only feelings were that of love, and peaceful contentment. I wished for nothing, as there was nothing to wish for.

      Within this space, I was simultaneously given the answers to all the questions I’d ever had in my earthly life, with the exception of one. There would be one question that I would not yet be given the answer to.

      It was at this point that I veered off to my right, toward a thick, foggy-dense, whitish-gray atmosphere.  As I rapidly approached it, I could make out dark, ill-defined figures. They were huddled close together, just on the other side of the entrance. They had a human-like form, but could only be seen as shadows of this form. I recognized one of the figures in the front to be a little boy.  He was the first to come into view, and had the appearance of a shadowy little Tom Sawyer, with a wide brimmed hat and overalls.  He wanted to be at the front, and desired for me to take him back into the physical realm. The others who gathered around wanted him to be there as well. They sensed my desire to help, and were using him to draw me in.

      I felt discomfort upon entering this realm. It didn’t feel as loving a place as the one I was just in. I could have left, but wanted to help the little boy so badly! As I moved further into the space, the others wished to take advantage of my desire to help, and came at me all at once, their need and want pulling at me from every direction. They were so sorrowful and had such yearning to leave! Initially, I wanted to save them all, but knew it was far too great a task for me to take on. Overwhelmed, I then wished to leave that place, and the instant the wish presented itself, I was moving away from the dark grey figures, away from the little boy, and didn’t look back.

      I had changed my experience through my own intention, and was once again intermixed within the space of boundless, divine love, but was only briefly in this space, when I again, through my own intention, traveled through a sort of gate, or passageway, where I emerged into what I call my Eden. I carried this love with me through the gate, and was pure, conscious awareness of this love, and with all I witnessed around me.

      Upon traveling through this gate, I felt instantaneous immersion with all I witnessed around me. I was one with the vibrant yellow flowers spanning out on the ground in front of me.  I was one with the sparkling waterfall cascading down huge rocks into a pure, crystal pool. I was one with the distant, rolling green hills, and tranquil blue sky above it. I was one with the deep, dark evergreens edging the field of flowers to my right.

      What joy it was to be in this place!

      I felt every bit of the landscape was a unique expression of the Divine that was chosen for, and by, me. The dense forest contrasted with the striking scene of vibrant yellow flowers and cascading waterfall. Intuitively, I knew what lay within these trees was neither good nor bad, and that I was a part of it, as well as all the other things in my beautiful Eden.

      I had the choice to venture into this dark place, but felt a sense of already knowing what my experience would be there. Instead, I chose to stay where I was. I didn’t need or want to experience anything other than beauty, although the forest also held its own kind of beauty.

      Then, from the love that was both within and around me, it was communicated to me that I had one of three choices to make. First, was to move forward, into the woods. However, I’d already rejected that. The second choice was to continue onward to what lay beyond my present reality, and the third was to return to my body, and resume the life I had left behind. However, if I chose this, I was to share my experience through being of service to others.

      I looked at the beauty around me, once again feeling the enormity of it; the love, peace and oneness of it all.

      My pulse returned at 9:26 am.

      Posted in Uncategorized | 0 Comments | Tagged afterlife, angels, consciousness, creativity, Divinity, nde, near death experience, what heaven is like
    • If you ever wonder why we’re here….the Erin Kramp story

      Posted at 9:37 PM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on June 1, 2015

      Our lives are not our own and they were never meant to be.  We’re here to participate in this world and share in all of it, to support and love one another.  There’s no good or bad, those are judgements against what is beyond judgement.  Death is a continuum of life and we’re her to live…to really live.  Love you all! xox

      Posted in Uncategorized | 7 Comments | Tagged acceptance, afterlife, angels, cancer, Children, courage, death, oprah winfrey, selflessness
    • Love=Energy

      Posted at 9:37 PM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on March 25, 2015

      Like all things in nature, we are energy.  Right now we’re in this form, this package of flesh and blood that when broken down into its smallest components is just vibration and we can alter our vibration through what we feel and think.

      Feeling is our main mode of communication and the energy of it emanates from our physical body and moves seamlessly with our Source energy through this time and space.

      When we feel something, like when we sense thirst, it’s then followed by the thought “I’m thirsty, I need something to drink.”  The thought is the second step in the summoning of the energetic resources of the Universe.  The next is the physical manifestation of thought energy.

      The organs in our physical body vibrate like everything else, and tell us when we’re in alignment with who we really are. When we think negatively we create “bad feelings” which do not resonate with who we are in our truest form, which is love.  As long as we’re spending our thought energy on negativity we transfer that out-of-alignment energy to our physical body which results in illness.  All illness is a state of misalignment, a sign we’re in need of healing and that we need to pay attention to our  well-being.  That attention can take the form of thinking healthy thoughts, eating healthy foods and getting enough rest, which are the physical acts we can take to correct the imbalance.  It can also take the form of “cognitive therapy” which is the ongoing process of monitoring our thoughts so as to bring forth and focus on only those thoughts that bring us into alignment with who we really are.

      Who we are is love and love holds perfect form.  It is the totality of all there is and is our true nature of being.  Our thought energy is an integral part of maintaining that love-state of being, but more so it is how we feel that creates or uncreates it.

      We can think “I am healthy.”  But the quest for good health doesn’t stop there.  It must be taken a step further with the thought energy integrated into the physical body through the feeling of “I am healthy”.  How does this happen?  By practicing self-care.  The act of lovingly preparing a nourishing meal or exercising with the intention of feeling good manifests in the body as loving, healing energy.  Our cells then use that energy to perform the functions it must in order to maintain our physical form.  The illusion is there is separation between all of these things, that they function independent of one another when in fact, they are seamlessly working together-the energy of feeling, thought, physical act, and physical manifestation in the body is a continuum with the loving energy of the universe and we have the free-will to use it in whichever way we desire.

      That energy is always loving, it is we who alter its form into what the ego wishes it to be based on whatever needs it has in the moment and there is nothing wrong with doing that because it provides contrast to our true nature, which allows for us to grow spiritually while here on this earth, in this form.

      When we let go of the physical and move into the realm of pure consciousness we have the choice of where to go and have the unending, loving support of the universe’s co-creative power, only in the realm of the afterlife, its power is much greater, but then, so is ours.

      Wishing you abundant health!

      xxoo

      Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments | Tagged abundance, afterlife, awareness, balance, Deepak Chopra, hay house, healing ourselves, healthy living, law of attraction, love, namaste, nutrition, physical well-being, spirituality
    • How Death Is So Much Like Life

      Posted at 9:35 AM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on March 14, 2015

      Our lives are not completely our own.  We cannot control everything that happens, but we can use our free will and intention to focus the energy that is there at our disposal to bring about what it is we desire, with one caveat:  If it is for the greater good for us and everyone involved and, in the ultimate sense, it always is .

      We come here to remember who we are, which is pure love.  We come here to share  love in the world in our own unique way.  Everyone is here to do the same thing and there is no one who is more worthy than another.  There is no one who is better than another or whose desires and dreams are more important.  We are all on the same playing field all the time.

      Death is a continuation of life.  In what we call death our consciousness continues to have the same power to manifest what it is we desire, only we are more acutely aware of our connection to the divine loving source that supports us at all times.  We return to this source and are once again reminded of the intensely loving beings we are.

      Within that intensely loving power are all the possibilities of the universe completely at our disposal here.  We continue to use our intention and free will to create our experience in death as we do in life.  The difference is in our awareness of that power and, when we die, we’re reminded of it.  We re-experience it to its greatest degree.  We return to a realm where there literally is no resistance.  We are immersed and get to play in the miraculous cosmic soup of love energy that we get only a small taste of here in the body.

      We create our experience in the afterlife along with the co-creative power of the universe, that is love wholly and completely.  While we’re here, it is to our greatest benefit to re-dis-cover the loving beings we are and endeavor to fulfill our purpose.  By doing so, we are constantly bringing ourselves closer and closer to perfect alignment with the source of us all and have an opportunity to experience it here, in the body.

      To do so is a choice.  We always have free-will, here and in the afterlife.  We’re here.  We can choose our life.  

      My question for you is this:  Are you creating the life you desire?

      As always, I’d love to hear your stories!

      Much love to you along your beautiful, creative journey!

      Posted in loving, loving ourselves, meditation, near death, near death experience, relationships, self help, self love, transitioning, Uncategorized, understanding ourselves, universal love, Wayne Dyer, worthiness | 2 Comments | Tagged afterlife, create your life, fear of dying, fear of living, how to live, how to love ourselves, law of attraction, life, love, self-discovery
    • “Not All Who Wander Are Lost”

      Posted at 8:32 AM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on January 14, 2015

      This is one of my favorite lines from J. R. R. Tolkien’s poem “All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter.”  It reminds me that we don’t have to make ourselves fit into a mold that doesn’t really fit and we can (as Joseph Campbell puts it) follow our bliss and take steps toward what we want our life to be.  Perhaps that means “wandering” around, having experiences and finding out more about ourselves along the way.  Maybe it means taking chances and discovering we can trust our inner voice that says “Yes!” to life.

      None of us are ever lost.  Every single thing that happens is right and perfect.  All experiences are for a purpose and that purpose is always, always, always for the higher good of ourselves and everyone involved.  The lessons we have to learn here may cause temporary suffering, but suffering is a part of life.  Without it we would not know joy.  The key is  to get to the point where we no longer suffer and that can happen here if we allow it to and let love be our guide.

      Love to you all this beautiful, fabulous, rainy Wednesday!

      Posted in Uncategorized | 0 Comments | Tagged afterlife, buddhism, follow your bliss, nirvana
    • We Are Supported

      Posted at 7:09 AM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on January 8, 2015

      Just by being here, we are supported.  We can never, ever be alone.  There are energies all around us, all the time ready to lift us up when we call upon them.  Some refer to these energies as angels.  I love the word, but choose ‘benevolent spirits’ to describe them myself.  They are spirits I met during my near death experience 14 years ago and as a child before that.  They love us in a way nothing else can here on earth.  It is an ego-less love, as they need nothing in return.

      If you feel alone, unsupported by those around you think about asking for help from those you can’t see 😉 then pay attention to what your intuition tells you to do.  Wait and see what happens…

      Posted in Uncategorized | 0 Comments | Tagged afterlife, angels, anxiety, benevolent spirits, depression, despair, God, heaven, loneliness, love, loving spirits, mental illness, near death, psychiatry, psychology, support
    • The Eyes Are A Window To The Soul

      Posted at 8:19 AM by Krista Gorman, PA-C, on January 6, 2015

      When I died 14 years ago during labor with my daughter, I had the experience of being out of my body and far above it, looking down and watching the barrage of activity around me.  I saw particulate matter/energy rush toward me from my body below and accumulate where my vision already was.  The eyes truly are a window to the soul.

      xoxo

      Posted in Uncategorized | 0 Comments | Tagged afterlife, energy, eyes are a window to the soul, nde, near death experience, out of body experience, what happens when we die
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