Woman Dies During Surgery and Sees the Antichrist

My name is Lisa Mus. I'm 60 years old and up until that moment, I led a life anyone would describe as ordinary. I'm married to Tom, my partner in life for over 30 years. And together, we raised three incredible children who were always my greatest joy. We lived in a charming house with a white picket fence, the kind of home that looks like it's straight out of a movie. But things weren't always so perfect behind closed doors.

The truth is, I had drifted away from my faith. I grew up in a Christian home and attended church services. But as I went to college and adult life took over, my relationship with spirituality took a backseat. Between work, the kids, and the daily hustle, I realized that time for God had practically vanished. It all started with what was supposed to be a routine surgery.

I was having gallbladder issues and the doctor assured me the procedure was simple. I remember sitting in the waiting room feeling a mix of nerves and relief. After all, I'd never been under anesthesia before, but I was looking forward to finally being free of the constant discomfort. After the surgery, everything seemed fine. I went home and although I felt some pain, I thought it was to be expected, but a few days later, something changed.

I started feeling a strange sensation that was hard to explain, an unease in my stomach that just kept getting worse. Before long, my skin was covered in hives. I'd never had an allergic reaction before, so I ignored it. But soon, my throat began to close up, and panic took hold. My heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I looked at Tom trying to ask for help, but the only thing I could say was, "Call 911."

Within seconds, darkness overtook me. Tom told me later that the paramedics arrived. Within minutes, I can imagine the look of fear on his face as he paced back and forth in the hallway while the paramedics were working ceaselessly to stabilize me. They must have been incredibly competent. But for me, everything was a void. They took me to the hospital and then my heart stopped. At that moment I was clinically dead.

It was surreal. One moment I was consumed by the fear and confusion of trying to breathe and the next an indescribable peace washed over me. It's hard to explain, but imagine waking up from a nightmare and realizing you're safe. That was the feeling. A profound relief wrapping around me like a warm blanket. Suddenly, I found myself floating above the hospital room, observing everything from a completely new perspective.