Kathie Jordan - The Birth Called Death: The Remarkable Story of One Womans Journey to the Other Side of Life

KATHIE JORDAN

RiverWood Books

Ashland, Oregon

Copyright 2003 by Kathie Jordan.

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First printing: 2003

Second printing: 2005

Third printing: 2010

Cover design: David Ruppe, Impact Publications

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Jordan, Kathie.

The birth called death / Kathie Jordan.--1st ed.

p. cm.

ISBN: 978-0-979384-08-0

1. Future life. 2. Spritualism. I. Title

BF1311.F8B57 2003

133.9013--dc21

2003043109

Contents

This book is dedicated in loving memory of my mom, Willie Mae Manning, my dad, Lee Manning Sr., and my brother, Troy William Swain.

I also would like to thank my brother, Lee Manning Jr., for being the best brother a little one could have; and lastly, I would like to thank my husband, Jimmy, for his encouragement, loyalty, support and love while I put down on paper some of my childhood memories.

Love you all, Kathie

M OMMY, MOMMY, I SEE TROY. With these words, at the tender age of three, I announced to my mother that standing at the end of my bed was my brother who had recently died in the Korean War. Even at that age, I understood that the man standing in my room was somehow different from the man I had known in my short life. I remember my mother glancing toward the end of my bed and nodding once at her beloved son, declaring to me that she, too, could see him. It was a special moment that would mark the bond between the three of us: my mother, my brother, and myself.

I recall from those early days that not only could I see my brother, but I was able to see quite a number of beings, colors, lights, and vibrations around me and other people. Each time I mentioned such things to my mother, she would quietly agree. She never tried to discourage me because she was quite psychic and was very pleased that at an early age I was beginning to show evidence of being aware of things that were beyond the normal five senses. And yet she could not have guessed the degree to which I could see things. Being an intensely private person, I kept most of my observations to myself. But from time to time, comments would slip from me, which indicated to her that something extraordinary was taking place in our lives.

My father and brother, Lee, were normal in all of these respects, and regarded my mother and I with a fond tolerance. I suppose, in an earlier age, my mother and I would not have been so vocal in our pronouncements about dead people and future events. But, this was the fifties, and we were tolerated by those who knew about our secret world.

During my young life I was to see Troy many times. He would always advise me about various aspects of my life and would help me comfort our mother who continued to grieve for him.

I began to read at the age of four, and from that moment on, I read everything I could get my hands on. At that time, I also began to listen to the voices of the angels that I could see around me, and often times, I would dance and sing with the fairies who inhabited my back and front yards. What a strange creature my mother must have thought I was. But since she could see some of what I was seeing, I was left alone to pursue my visions.

At age seven, my life changed in a most dramatic way. One night while lying in bed I was feeling particularly happy with life, when once again I saw Troy.

He smiled at me very gently and asked, Do you want to know what death is like?

I looked at him and asked, What do you mean? Am I going to die now?

No, he said, giving me a long, sweet look. Now is the time to show you exactly what happens after death.

I smiled up at him and said, Lets go!

He held out his hand and I grabbed on to it, remarking in my mind how solid it felt.

He looked at me, as if he had heard the thought I just voiced in my mind, and said, Look back.

As I did so, I could clearly see my body lying on my bed. A small but gentle smile was upon my face.

I asked him, What would happen if my mother came into my room to check on me?

Your body would appear as if you were in a deep sleep.

I nodded, satisfied with his answer, then prepared myself to set off on this big adventure. I kept my eyes open because I wanted to experience everything. Since my religion at that time was Baptist I fully expected to go up. But in reality, my brother led me inward into another dimension.

The first thing I saw was a beautiful tunnel of light in which all the colors of the rainbow were reflected. As we passed through this tunnel, I saw other people walking along it.

I asked Troy, Are all of these people dead?

Yes, they are. In fact, many of them have just died and are being guided along by close relatives who had died earlier.

I looked directly at the people and noticed that, although some of them looked confused, there was a beatific look on their faces; and in the glow of the colors I saw around them, an intense peace radiated.

As we neared the end of the tunnel, the welcome cries that greeted each person from those who had gone on before were so sweet that I made up my mind that after I had passed on to this realm, if at all possible, I would like to be there to greet my returning relatives and friends. As I passed several of these very happy reunions, some people who now inhabit these realms smiled and nodded at me.

As I acknowledged their smiles, I asked my brother, Do these people normally smile at strangers as they pass through this tunnel?

He actually laughed and said, Of course! But someday, in the not-so-distant future, you will understand why you received those smiles.

I let that comment pass and allowed my brother to continue on with our journey. As we exited the tunnel, the first thing I saw was a very large valley surrounded by mountains. The valley was filled with a vast profusion of flowers and plants. All of the flowers were vibrating at a much higher rate; and from that vibration came the most melodious sounds I had ever heard. Even the colors of the flowers were brighter than any I had ever seen on Earth.

My brother answered my unspoken question. Yes, Little One, what you are seeing are colors which vibrate at a much higher frequency, thus generating a different band of colors than those which you normally see on the Earth plane.

Little One. It was a phrase I would hear repeated often times in the future. I loved the sound of it.

As we journeyed deeper into the valley, I seemed to be floating. I asked Troy where we were going so many times that he finally asked me to be quiet.

After a while he said, You will see soon enough.

Soon various dwellings began to appear.