As I hovered weightless over the body known as Sue London, lying lifeless on the operating table, I calmly watched the doctors panic as they were trying to revive me.

They did revive me, along with a power that had been dormant for over a decade. Weirdly, I was OK with dying. I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and love that was missing in my actual life which had been filled with loneliness, abuse and ill-health. Apparently however, Heaven, Grandpa Buck and Jesus weren’t OK with it (more on that below).

Growing up a lonely, only child, my pets became my world. I had a vivid imagination which enabled deep conversations with my pets and animals all around me. My parents thought it was a phase and I thought everyone could hear their thoughts and feelings the same way I could. They couldn’t.

As I floated in the white foggy mist, two shapes formed into people – my Grandpa Buck and Jesus. Grandpa Buck told me it was not my time to join them and that I had to go back. He said, “You have millions of people and animals that need your help to cope, heal and move forward.”

I questioned what someone in my condition could do to make that happen, but when I saw Jesus nod his head in agreement, I figured I shouldn’t argue.

My eyes opened. I was in the hospital bed. And I wasn’t just revived, I was born again. Old thoughts were replaced by new questions. I was filled with gratitude for another chance and wonder at experiencing the other side.