Through Pink Clouds: A Lightning Strike Survivor’s NDE

What happens when a bolt of lightning turns your world inside out? In 2005, a woman sitting on her back steps, cordless phone in hand, watched a crack of light slam into her right arm.

The pain was searing. Then, everything changed...

She peeled out of her body, stepped into her kitchen, and realized the curtains and furniture were not hers. The room held a burnt gold glow, and a presence of immense love appeared beside her. This is her near-death experience, told as faithfully as possible from her account.

Crossing Over

Sharon Milliman remembers no tunnel, no vertical ascent. Instead, she and the loving presence moved laterally, swiftly, through billows of pink and gold clouds. At the end of that soft horizon stood a garden so vivid it felt newly made. The grass compressed under her bare feet like velvet. Air tasted sweet and crisp. Colors wore names she had never learned.

Two radiant young men stepped forward. At first she thought they were angels, then the knowing surfaced. They were her brothers who died in infancy. They looked like their father. There were hugs, laughter, the surprise of tears that felt like relief. As they walked deeper into the garden, people gathered around her from many eras. Women in luminous gowns. Men in fine suits. Others in clothes from other centuries. Everyone shone from the inside out. No one appeared older than thirty. No illness, no grief, no hurry. Only a layered quiet that felt alive.

The presence moved behind her. Her brothers stood at her sides. Faces encircled her and a screen appeared, as if an old reel-to-reel had been lowered from the sky. She watched her life unspool from infancy to the backyard step. It ended fast. No judgment. No tally marks. Only the shock of being loved without condition.

A clear male voice taught a law she had never heard. What you put into the universe will come back to you. She was shown a boomerang, how thought, word, and deed gain momentum and eventually return. Offer kindness and it circles back. Cast cruelty and that returns too. Revelation followed revelation, like being connected to an IV of understanding. She saw how simple the structure of things is, and how humans tangle it.

She noticed a light not sourced from a sun. Illumination seemed to pour from the heart of God. When her brothers told her she had died, she looked down and saw her familiar shape, but lighter, brighter, free of weight. She remained herself, only more so.

Encounters and Messages

A city stood at a distance to her left, ringed by a golden wall. On its outskirts, alabaster buildings rose with intricate carvings and tall archways. Sharon glimpsed a place where children were cared for by relatives who had passed before them. Another place looked like a spiritual hospital, its grounds holding healing pools that shimmered like living water. A grand library appeared, shelves of dark wood and ladders arching toward a ceiling lined with books. She called it the Hall of Knowledge in her mind.

From a grove of trees, Jesus approached. Her brothers vanished. He smiled and spoke gently.

"I love you. I am with you. Do not be afraid."

They walked to a shaded glen where a clear stream ran past a fallen log. Pine needles. Cones. Tiny blue flowers pushing up through brown duff. She sat down while Jesus stepped away.

Another figure then sat at the other end of the log, a man she knew was God. He traced the ground with a stick and asked her a riddle that felt like the center of everything.

"What would you do if it was just me and you?"

Sharon could not answer so he opened the sky. Galaxies appeared, prismatic gases and the quiet spin of planets. A universe devoid of people and yet brimming with life. She laughed at her own smallness and learned that even the smallest thing matters to the whole.

They returned to the log, and he asked again. What would you do if it was just me and you? She looked at an ancient oak, saw the roots drinking the dark soil, nutrients rising, light feeding the leaves, leaves cleansing the air, the whole of it breathing with everything else. Connection. Dependence. Worth. She heard herself say words she had never read. God is everywhere. God is nowhere. God is in me.

God responded and said "Yes".

"When I look in the mirror, I see you," she added. Again he said yes, his eyes the clearest blue.

Visions at the Water’s Edge

Two angelic figures in ornate dresses led her to a lake as smooth as glass. When she leaned over, the water became a window to Earth. She saw future world events. Weather in turmoil. Volcanoes. Earthquakes. Tsunamis. Dark masses hovering over capital cities. Unrest. Governments toppled by crowds in the streets.

Sharon was told money would collapse and that people might return to barter. Then a caveat. None of this is fated. Collective selfishness steers the course, and humanity can change. If we change, the visions shift. If we do not, they harden into history. She believed many of the things she saw have since occurred.

Return

She re-entered her body beside the steps. Char marks scarred the wood where she had been sitting. The phone lay blackened across the yard. The pain came roaring back, the same burning bolt ripping through her chest and arm. Later, doctors documented a right bundle branch block and a seizure disorder attributed to the strike. The medical record became the earthly footnote to an experience she cannot forget.

Reflections

Her core lesson continues to shape how she lives. Words are not cheap. Thoughts are not harmless. Actions do not dissolve into the air. They arc out and come back. The boomerang effect is now her everyday ethics. She also carries a quieter truth. You are not what the world has told you. You are not ugly. You are not a mistake. You are not the sum of other people’s labels. When she looks in the mirror, she tries to remember what she was told by the one on the log.

Sharon Milliman
“I watched my life like an old film, waiting for the judgment they warned me about. It never came. There was only love, simple and total.”

Key Takeaways

• Sharon reports a lateral crossing through colored clouds into a radiant garden, a life review without judgment, and teachings about the moral return of thoughts and deeds.
• Encounters included Jesus, a loving presence she called God, and deceased brothers, along with glimpses of a city, healing pools, and a vast library of knowledge.
• She returned with documented cardiac and neurological effects and a conviction that collective human choices shape future events.

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