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.
I saw doctors and nurses rushing back and forth, their faces etched with concentration and urgency, and there was Tom pacing the hallway with fear written in every gesture. I watched it all without fear or despair, only absolute calm, as if I were a spectator of my own life. After a few seconds of floating above that chaotic scene, I felt a gentle force pulling me in. The hospital room began to fade, and in its place, a sense of love and warmth took hold of me.
It was as if I were being welcomed by something greater and infinitely more benevolent. And strangely, there was no fear, only a sense of wholeness and security. Suddenly, I found myself standing in a soft, welcoming glow, a place bathed in pure light. It wasn't a blinding or intense light, but a soft, welcoming radiance that seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at once. The air was infused with love, and I felt embraced in a way that made any fear, worry, or pain I had previously felt simply vanish.
There are no words powerful enough to describe what it was like to be there. It wasn't just peace. It was love in its purest form, an overwhelming sense of belonging I had never experienced before. And then I saw him, Jesus. He was just a few meters away. And his presence was all inspiring, a combination of mighty strength and infinite comfort. His face radiated such love and compassion that it was like seeing goodness itself incarnate.
At the same time, there was a subtle yet profound authority that resonated throughout the place. It didn't look like the conventional images in paintings. There was something more, a glow, a luminosity that was welcoming rather than blinding. His eyes were incredible. They conveyed eternal wisdom and love, yet also a seriousness that made it clear this moment was significant. When our eyes met, I felt as though he were looking directly into my soul.
He didn't speak the way we do with words. His voice was like a deep whisper resonating within me, an understanding that transcended language. He said, "It is not yet your time. You must return. But first, there is something you must know and share." At first, I didn't understand. I wanted to stay with him.
Being there, enveloped in his presence, was more than I could have ever imagined. I wanted to remain in that love forever. But Jesus was firm yet gentle. He extended his hand, inviting me to follow him. When I took his hand, I was overcome by a wave of warmth. We began to move together as if gliding through the light from which we had come. It was shocking. The screams and wailing were deafening and despair permeated the air.
Trembling, I asked, "Why? Why are we here?" Jesus answered. He looked at me with compassion, and he said gently, "You need to understand the consequences of turning away from God." I observed the suffering souls, their faces marked by repentance and sorrow. It was a scene I will never forget, a clear reminder of the choices we make and the importance of seeking God's forgiveness and love.
Afterward, Jesus led me back to the light, and we ascended to a place of indescribable beauty, heaven. The colors were more vibrant than anything I had ever seen on earth. There were incredible gardens, crystal-clear rivers, and angels singing in perfect harmony. Joy and love enveloped me in a way I can barely describe. Jesus told me, "This is where your spirit belongs. This is what awaits those who choose to follow me." A deep desire to stay took hold of me. But then I was taken to one final place before God the Father.
His presence was absolutely all inspiring. And the love radiating from him was so intense that I felt completely enveloped. The Father said, "Your mission is crucial. His voice resonated in my heart. You must take this message to the world. It is time for my children to wake up." After that moment, Jesus and I were enveloped by a brilliant light, and I could feel the Holy Spirit surrounding us. The sense of love and peace was indescribable. For the first time, I fully understood the unity between Jesus, God the Father, and the Holy Spirit, as they were one, working in harmony to guide us back to love and truth.
Then Jesus spoke, "Now let me show you what is to come." It was at that moment that I had a vision. It was like being transported to another place, though still connected to the world. I saw a man rising to power rapidly and impressively. At first, I didn't understand who he was. He didn't look like a villain or a monster, but rather charismatic and charming, admired by everyone around him. There was excitement on the faces of the crowd, cheering for him, as if he were a messiah coming to save them from despair.
His charisma was almost supernatural. He had an impressive ability to connect with people, making each one feel special and important. His speeches were filled with promises of hope and transformation. But there was something else, a subtle sense of unease, an undercurrent suggesting that something was wrong. The excitement was contagious. Yet it masked a tone of collective hypnosis, as if everyone were being drawn in by his words.
Then Jesus said, "This is the one they will call the Antichrist. He is already here and deceiving the world, though they haven't noticed yet." The weight of those words was overwhelming. Jesus allowed me to see beyond the surface. That man was not merely a political leader. There was a deep darkness within him that contrasted with his charming exterior.
He came in the name of peace, offering solutions to global problems. And many believed he was the answer to their prayers. But behind his charm and promises lay a plan for destruction, a shadowy agenda disguised as benevolence. I saw scenes of him making deals with powerful leaders, uniting nations under his influence. There was a special focus on the Middle East where tensions have always run high.
One scene in particular caught my attention. He was at the forefront of major negotiations, especially those involving Israel. I also saw the rebuilding of the temple in Jerusalem. It was both inspiring and terrifying as if ancient prophecies were unfolding before me. Jesus explained why the world would not recognize this man for who he truly is. He said people would be blinded by their own desires and fears.
The world would be in turmoil, natural disasters, economic collapses, wars, and amidst that chaos, this man would appear as a savior. He would bring the promise of peace and stability, but it was a trap, an illusion. "He will come in my name, but his heart is set on destruction," Jesus said. As I reflected on this, a terrible thought arose. What if people were not merely unaware, but actually complicit in their own deception? What if the desire for a savior were so great that it blinded them to the truth?
He exploits fear and confusion. In times of crisis, people desperately seek a figure who offers certainty. This man presents himself as the only one capable of restoring order and bringing peace, making himself irresistible. I saw him leading media campaigns that portrayed him as a hero, a visionary, ready to lead humanity into a new era. But behind that facade lay an agenda aimed at undermining true faith and love.
There was a pivotal moment in the vision where I saw him addressing a vast crowd promising to eradicate poverty and hunger. He unveiled a revolutionary initiative that used technology to control resources and distribute aid. The crowd hailed the idea as a miracle, a solution to the world's ills. Yet, as he spoke, I noticed shadowy figures behind him moving like puppeteers, the true manipulators ensuring his rise served their dark purposes.
Amidst that grand speech, something horrific occurred. I saw people who resisted him, those who refused to be swayed, begin to vanish. Families and friends were torn apart as fear and paranoia spread like a virus. Anyone who dared question him was branded a traitor, and rumors soon surfaced of a new regime that silenced dissent. It was a terrifying reminder of how fear can turn allies into enemies.
It was truly terrifying not just among the masses but among the leaders as well. He thrives on the chaos he creates. I saw leaders who had once staunchly opposed him bow before him, realizing too late that they had been manipulated. He held secrets about them using extortion and intimidation to secure their loyalty. As alliances shifted and loyalties crumbled, the world plunged deeper into darkness with him at the center, surrounded by an illusion of light.
As I absorbed this revelation, I felt a mix of fear and urgency. Jesus told me this experience was not for me alone, but was meant to be shared. He wanted me to warn people so they wouldn't be caught off guard. The weight of this responsibility was immense. Yet I felt the strength of Jesus's presence upholding me.
He instructed me on what to do upon my return. He said I must tell my story and share this message of love and warning. People need to be vigilant, return to the faith and prepare for what is to come. Jesus emphasized the importance of prayer and staying close to God, especially in the times we live in. His words penetrated deep into my heart, and I felt as though I were being clothed in his energy. With every word charged with divine purpose, I understood that this experience was not merely a fleeting event. It was a call to action.
At first, I felt profound fear. The magnitude of the message was almost overwhelming. But Jesus's love dispelled my fears. An indescribable peace enveloped me like a light, shining in the darkness, as if he were saying, "You are not alone in this. I will guide you." In that moment, I understood that although the message carried great weight, it was also filled with hope. Jesus's love is so powerful that even amidst chaos, there is a guiding light.
After the vision of the antichrist, I saw a multitude of souls, people of all kinds and from all places. They were scattered across various settings, and I could feel their longing and hope. Jesus showed me that many people are seeking the truth, but are trapped in illusions. I felt their pain and their desperation for something real. Then Jesus looked at me and said, "You must help these people understand that I am the way, the truth, and the life. By knowing me, they will find peace." I was overwhelmed by immense love and compassion. I wanted to reach out to each of those people and show them they were not alone.
I realized that my entire life had been preparing me for that moment. Even though I hadn't understood it before, the struggles with my faith, the challenges of motherhood, my worries about the future, it was all part of a preparation. I felt Jesus telling me that my journey had not been in vain and that I had a voice capable of impacting others. He encouraged me to share my story, to be authentic about my struggles and the love I had experienced. It was a reminder that we all have a purpose and mine was now tied to spreading the truth about Jesus and the illusions of the world.
When the moment arrived to return to my body, I felt a mixture of sadness and determination. I didn't want to leave that place of light and love, but I knew I had a mission to fulfill. Jesus told me, "Go back. You have much to do." And there was no arguing with him. His authority was absolute, yet filled with love. Suddenly, I felt a strong pull and in an instant I was back in my body. The transition was abrupt. I felt cold and disoriented as I heard the sounds of the monitors and the voices of the medical staff.
When I woke up, I was overwhelmed. It was as if I had been asleep for years. Everything seemed so real and vivid. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had left something important behind. I looked around the hospital room and saw Tom. His eyes were filled with tears of relief. He took my hand and I whispered, "I'm back." The urge to recount what had happened was immense, but I knew I needed to process it all before fully sharing it.
It took time. I started with my family, sharing the story little by little. At first, there was skepticism. They wanted to believe, but it was hard for them to grasp the depth of what I had gone through. Then I began to write. One night, I sat in the living room with papers scattered around me and just wrote. Since then, I have become much more spiritually aware and active in my church.
Today, I lead discussions on faith and spirituality and share my story in small groups. This sparked a passion in me to help others discover their own purpose, encouraging them to reconnect with faith. I also began volunteering with local charitable organizations, offering support to those who feel lost or are in need. I feel that this is now an essential part of my mission to show people that love and kindness have the power to transform lives.
I want everyone to know that they are loved beyond measure. In times of uncertainty, it is crucial to stay connected to faith and to God. Do not be afraid to seek the truth and remain attentive to what is happening around you. Above all, remember to stay anchored in love and kindness. If you feel lost, know that it is okay to ask for help, seek out those who can offer support, and walk alongside you on this journey. We are all in this together and there is always hope even in the darkest moments.
