“Stars!” I shouted through the thunder to the horse trapped behind the chain fence. “Stars! You are always the one getting into trouble! In the middle of a storm trying to find fresh grass!” As I let the chain of the tractor shed down with one hand, I steadied myself against a support of the building with the other. The horse bolted up the pasture, as the lightning finger of God bolted down. That stormy day on a horse ranch in Tennessee in 1999, standing in the pouring rain, I was struck by a bolt of lightning and died. This is the story of me, Blessed Tiffany's near-death experience and how God, and the gift of miracle healing, came into my life.
Thunderstorms
It was summertime in the South. A time of good green pasture for the horses and ripe tomatoes on the vine. For the first time in many years, all four of my children had come together for vacation time, and I was making every opportunity to show them a full and adventurous summer. Life had never been so materially good. I was thankful to share the riches of my new life as a new wife. We would swim in the pool, watch movies and ride the go-cart. We would drive the jaguar in the country and go camping and have picnics. We would ride the horses.
But the highlight of this summer wouldn’t be any of those things. This near-death experience would be one of the most pivotal events in my life’s spiritual journey, which laid the foundation for the Holy Stigmata starting five years later. Now, please note that not everyone needs to be struck by lightning, or have a miracle happen, to understand God’s will for their life. But that is the method that God used to fix up one of his most broken kids: me.
I Felt Hopeless and Broken
My husband Mike and I had been married only a year and a half. The marriage counseling would work. I could overlook the growing detachment of my husband and the late-night phone calls to his ex-girlfriend. I was determined to make it through anything. He would stop comparing me unfavorably to his “special friend” of seventeen years, telling me about her just two weeks ago; and to “just deal with it.” He would stop needing her. He would remember he loved only me. I hoped time would help, and I could adjust again, somehow, to living in a difficult marriage.
Hadn’t I gone through this situation enough times? Why did this keep repeating itself? Why did I continue to make poor choices about the mates in my life? Again the pattern of of low self-confidence would emerge - that I would feel unlovable and didn’t deserve good things, and that even God would soon abandon me. Then, instead of praying about it, I would try to fix things myself. And when that would fail, I would then call upon Him, and God would bail me out, change the situation, and slowly mend all the broken places. But this time, I felt broken beyond repair, I felt my life was destined to be one of pain and neglect. Being a mom had always motivated me to move forward, to make things better. But now the kids were older and would soon be out on their own. So why even try?
I was so tired of starting over. For the first time in my life, I felt I had the so-called “good life” materially and I didn’t want that to change – the children enjoyed it so much, and so did I. I felt I could sacrifice my happiness to benefit the children and me. My life had been messed up too much, and too many times. There was nothing left for me. So, I decided I would do what my husband said, and just “deal with it.” I would resign myself to ignoring the problems around me, put on a fake smile and carry a heavy heart. Love between people seemed only a façade for control. I felt already dead; my heart knew no joy. I was without hope and felt helplessly broken. And this is when God reached down to save.
Saving the Horse
Although I refused to see the storm swirling under my own roof, I couldn’t ignore the rain and thunderclouds gathering outside over the valley. Strong winds were blowing up the hill over the pasture; rain was beginning to pelt the garden. That’s when I ran out of time. And I would never look at time, and many other things, the same way again. My old life would soon be over; it literally ended on that summer day. The rain worsened, it sounded like large marbles dropping on the metal-roofed sheds. I had to go check on the horses. I had to make sure they were safe.
One of the horses, a leopard-spotted appaloosa, had gotten under the chain placed across the driveways of the carport where we kept the truck and various farm implements. Now with all the noise he was pacing frantically looking for a way out, and I was afraid he was going to hurt himself. After I pulled back the chain and let him out, when I went to click the chain back into place, a bright burst of light and a deafening roar enveloped me. Lightning had struck the pasture right beside me.
Struck by Lightning
My muscles instantly contorted this way and that – reminiscent of the wild gyrations of John Travolta in “Saturday Night Fever.” I was doing an uncontrollable electrical dance. There was an instant of terrible pain, and then I felt NO pain, and I actually gained clarity of thought. In that split second, I tried to push my chest against the corner of the parked truck, remembering that electrical shocks often stop the heart. Then, my eyesight narrowed, and I felt my body slowly slide down the bumper onto the wet earth; and all went black...
The next thing I knew, I found myself standing on nothing, way up in the universe, and there were distant colorful planets all around me. As I lifted my arm, I could see misty pinpoints of stars through it, and when I moved it back and forth it made the stars look wiggly, like a reflection on water. I felt dizzy. I had a sense of being able to see not just in front of me, but all around me at the same time. Floating just a few feet from me, I saw a man with a spirit body just like mine (no wings), though he was short and had slanted eyes. He spoke to me with a voice that I heard inside my own head, saying: “Don’t be afraid, it’s ok.”
On the other side of me, another spirit person, this one much taller and with chiseled facial features (again no wings), nodded approvingly at me. All the while, we were moving with great speed toward a great ellipsed ball of spinning light; it was brilliantly white in the middle and yellowish on the outside edges, like an opposite egg. The closer we got to it, the more I felt overwhelming Love; it seemed so warm and comforting, it encompassed my very being…how wonderful I felt!
Meeting Jesus at the Throne of God
We stopped. The bright light was still far from me. I wanted to go on, it was like a magnet, irresistibly drawing me. The desire to “blend” had grown stronger the closer we got – I knew intuitively that this place was the heavenly throne of God himself. Why had we stopped? As I stood there confused, yearning toward the Greatness beyond my reach, a glowing luminousness appeared in front of me. Gold and white sparkles came together in a glowing spiritual body, a giant image in the shape of a man with broad shoulders. A Divine Presence was here! A gentle voice called out from this realm of golden sparkles massed brilliantly in front of me – “what have you learned?” he asked, in a nondiscriminatory and non-accusing way. The voice was so soft and tender, yet the presence of Divine Authority was there; I knew without a doubt that it was the voice of God’s own son, the very-much alive Jesus Christ.
Then – all of a sudden, life events unfolded before my very eyes! Key moments where I showed anger to people, and also where I had showed love, appeared like scenes out of a movie. I could feel the anger and hurt of the other person whenever I had been mean; and I also felt the anger of others as it rippled on through to other people. I had never before faced the deepness of my own imperfections. Then, whenever I showed love to people, I felt that too; and how much further that rippled out from person to person, as a warm pulse triggering cause and effect in all things that were wonderful and blessed. I had never before experienced such joy! And I also felt the emptiness of lost opportunities, and the things that could have been. And that hurt the most - knowing I could have done a better job to make a difference in the world, and in my life, by being brave instead of fearful.
Then the presence of Christ said, “the flesh is the test of the spirit…love each other.” Words of wisdom imparted to me! I felt overwhelmed with love. And wonderful and sacred things were answered in my head, questions I had long wondered about, since I had come from a very strict religion and many things there didn’t make sense to me. I then saw a vision of a huge library with shelves towering tall into the heavens, and I knew that all knowledge, throughout history, was available there. I was told if I just asked the questions, information would immediately be given - if it was time and I was ready to receive it. So a seed was planted within me; a groundwork had been laid, an indent to this wondrous library. And I knew that later God would want me to share information from here with others, while they were still on earth. And what a joy this has turned out to be – to love and share with so many people, information and hope in this way as my spiritual journey has unfolded through the years.
Welcome to the World of Healers
While I floated there before the consciousness of Christ, I was told something that I didn’t at all understand: “Welcome to the world of healers.” This was a shock – I had no idea what that meant. I had never believed in such a thing! The church I had been with believed healing had died out in the first century with the apostles, and also that NDEs were only reactions of a dying brain. What could this mean? At this point Christ went back into a thousand sparkles and faded away, and the stars and space behind his glowing features were visible once again. Such effervescent beauty and colors continued to twinkle around me, like being in the midst of a sparkling aurora borealis. And so many shapes of heavenly bodies and planets transfixed in the cosmos, all unique and necessary, all untold distances away. Yet they felt so close that it seemed I could reach out and pluck them out of the sky and carry them home cupped in my hands.
Everything somehow felt familiar, I felt fully connected in the Oneness of it all. I also became aware of thousands of others around me, observing, encouraging and fully loving and accepting me. I saw two children excitedly talking with each other about coming back to earth and what their new purposes would be. We live more than once! And I remembered that I had forgotten that! And I realized that in many things I had merely chosen tradition and pleasing others in how I viewed myself, others, religion and spirituality, and God. Now everything made sense.
Oh, how I wanted to stay! I wanted to join myself with God’s swirling life force, his essence, the core of heaven, was just beyond! But I wasn’t allowed to go any further. No! I wanted to go to God! I wanted to feel more Love! “Why can’t I be with you now Father? Please, Abba, Please!” I listened as hard as I could, waiting for the words of God. Then, just on the outside of my understanding, I faintly heard voices singing the most beautiful melody I had ever heard in my entire life. I absolutely knew that these were the blessed voices of angels and those joined with God, and came from his swirling brilliant presence, the core of heaven. There were no musical instruments, but instead, each voice lent itself as one in perfect harmony with variations of pitch and melody, flowing and moving perfectly together as easily as a flight of winged birds.
"If You Love Me, Heal My Children, Help Them Remember..."
I knew it was praise for The Father, but I just couldn’t make out the words. If only I could step forward just a bit more…but I was rooted in place. I felt so sad. Then all at once, words started resonating throughout my entire body as if I was standing in front of a huge amplifier at a concert stadium. It was the voice of God! I was not hearing through my ears, but throughout my entire being. “If you love me, heal my children, help them remember who they are, and who I am.” What would I do? Free will. Yes, I would participate, I would offer. How could I not? How could I say no to God? I absolutely knew I would be totally loved and approved of either way, but I knew I would be missing out on an opportunity to expand the ripple effect of love. I needed to go back to the earth. I also wanted to make a “better movie” of my life, and fill in some of those missed opportunities, so there and then, I vowed to be a vessel to do His will, and I fully gave myself over to Him. I would go back.
I wanted desperately to show how much I loved him, and to share the reality of his existence with others! His will, not my own, I promised, would govern the rest of my life. If he could use this broken piece of clay from the earth, I was all his. Instantly, I felt a child-like sense of wonderment as a warm flood of bliss and peace overpowered me, and a warm tingling sensation filled me, like warm liquid honey flowing from the top of my head down to my very toes! What was happening to me? It was the baptism of the Holy Spirit, an anointing more commonly experienced on earth, that I was experiencing here in heaven. At that moment I knew that I would have abundant help with the Holy Work, what ever that would be. For his beloved children, I would be an instrument of opportunity for teaching and healing. I would be a sign-post pointing up - they would be shown the true identity of a powerful God who loves them and desires to be an active participant in their lives.
Clearly, I had a mission. I was shown by Father that in the future I would be speaking to thousands of people about spiritual things, not religious – and great healings would be happening. And the gifts of God would be poured out just for the asking, and great manifestations of signs and wonders would be occurring within the people themselves, and the Spirit of God would move all to love and remembrance of who they are, who one another is, and who Father is! All this would be occurring as the darkness in the world got darker; for the light would become brighter too. And love would win…and this time is now.
Leaving Heaven to Go Back to Work
I felt myself sinking, as if falling through a bed. I was being pulled back. I was leaving heaven. Instantly all my emotions welled up inside, remorse and joy, grief and exhilaration. With that, I came to, my husband shaking me by the shoulders. Somehow my physical body was now lying on the front seat of the truck, although I had left it outside in the mud. I knew clearly this was God’s hand in helping the physical body to survive. Three hours had passed since I had left the house to go check on the horses. The storm had moved on, though later we observed that there was evidence of at least three other strikes on the pasture, besides the one that had struck near me. We saw the burnt spots blasted on the earth.
At the emergency room I was hooked up with wires and given tests to check my heart. A thorough exam revealed that it had not been damaged. But my eyes and ears were affected very badly, as was my sense of balance. I couldn’t see very well or hear much at all. I felt dizzy, but keenly calm and aware of the reality of my experience. The only piece of jewelry I had been wearing at the time was a single diamond earring. Later I realized that a brown burn mark now encircled the gold stud where it went through my ear. My skin tingled all over and was extremely sensitive to the touch, especially on my arms and in my hands.
The doctors told me that I had been very lucky; the doctor said that often an arm or leg gets blown off during a strike (was he kidding?) and that people often die. I knew they wouldn’t believe me if I told them it had been a Divine strike, that God offered this as a wake-up call, and that I had been before the presence of God (and oh, by the way, Jesus spoke to me)! They would have kept me a lot longer than they did, and probably in a little white jacket, in a locked padded room to boot! Near-death experiences were not as commonly accepted or known about back in the 90’s as they are now.
Trying to Understand What Had Happened
I spent a few days in bed, oscillating between a mixture of extreme happiness for the experience and unbelievable grieving about leaving heaven. The emotions ran deeper than any I had ever felt. I was experiencing such homesickness! I kept re-living the event over and over in my mind, every detail emblazoned into my brain. I knew that even if I forgot my own name, I would never forget this. I tried painting what I had seen – oil paints on canvas. The colors, no matter how I mixed them, were not brilliant enough. Nothing could capture what I had seen and felt. What did it all mean?
After a few days, I was back to my chores, but my mind was elsewhere, still trying to make sense of everything. I needed to get back to putting salve on Star’s skin infection. For six weeks I had smoothed on the medicine the vet had given me, but still the red blisters kept spreading and killing the hair all around his girth. Now I had run out of medicine, so I just rubbed his belly lightly on the hair outside of the infection because he had grown used to the attention. I noticed that my hands were getting very hot. I thought it must be bacteria from the infection, and when I washed my hands under cold water it went away. I didn’t think anything of it.
The next day, I walked up to rub his belly again – reminding myself to get new salve soon – and noticed that all the blisters had turned white, and some were falling off. I once more rubbed around the infection, and my hands turned hot once more. The next day when I went out, all the blisters had fallen off, and there was evidence of new hair growing back. I thought this was mere coincidence. The medicine must have finally worked. I didn’t correspond it to what I had been told about in heaven.
Was I Supposed to be a Healer for Animals?
The next week, I took my cat in to be spayed. The vet said it would take 10 days for the stitches to completely heal. On the first day, she didn’t want anything to do with me. But, the second day, she was in my lap as much as possible. She would just not leave me alone – even yowling for me if I left the room! Every time I would pet her, my hands would heat up again. On the third day, she tried pulling the stitches out with her teeth. On the morning of the fourth day, I decided to look at what was going on, and found that the skin had healed so well that the stitches were puckering her skin up tight. I found myself embarrassed to take her back to the vet - what would he say? So, I carefully cut the threads and pulled them out - through skin that bore no surgical scar! Now I began to understand what was happening. I could heal animals!
Then, I wondered, will this work on me? The very next day, I made connection in prayer to God, and as I gave free will for healing, I was mentally transported to heaven, and saw myself standing before God once more, as in the near-death experience. I saw myself lifting a body up in my arms towards God, and the body was me.
In real life, I placed my hands on my forehead, and on various parts of my body. Then, I made an appointment with the doctor. A previous mammogram had shown a lump in my breast, which they had recommended further action on, but I had put it off. A former doctor had told me I had fibroid cysts in my uterus, which could only be removed through surgery. Also, I had a torn rotator cuff in my shoulder, which had prevented me from sleeping well for the past six months (a fall off of Stars).
I anxiously awaited the test results. The mammogram showed the lump was gone…the diagnostic ultrasound showed clear, the fibroid cysts had disappeared…also, I could sleep at night without any pain, my rotator cuff had also healed. This worked on people too!
The Beginning of Healing
Hesitantly, I started sharing this new gift with my friends – and that’s when I ran into trouble. I found that I was taking the pain of their ailment onto myself. If they had a migraine, I would get a migraine. If they had stomach pain, I would get stomach pain. That scared me – I found myself afraid to use the gift. Maybe I was using it wrong? Why would God give me a gift that would harm me to use it? I felt I wouldn’t last very long in this work. And yet, I knew in my heart that God wouldn’t give me something that would be unsafe for me to use. What was I missing?
I thought I might find answers if I watched the healing ministries on TV. For the first time in my life, I wondered if they could actually be legitimate. I had never believed in this sort of thing – I had always felt it must be fake, simply a showy display to raise money and give people false hope. Now I wanted desperately to talk to one of them. Had they each been told in some way, “Welcome to the world of healers?” Was I part of this same group? What did God want me to understand? There was no way to contact anyone. I knew somehow I would be guided to the answers I needed. I continued on this way for a time, confused by the gift. I thought maybe I would work only on animals; I did not feel their pain. I imagined myself working for a veterinarian, alone in a back room, quietly healing all the little ones.
God Will Give What You Need, Just Ask!
So, I prayed for understanding, and what I found were words overflowing back at me from the scriptures of the Bible. The pages would randomly fall open to pertinent information, and my eyes would emblazon on the scriptures he wanted me to see. They popped out as brightly as if a yellow marker pen highlighted them! Dozens of scriptures! “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (Jeremiah. 29:11) “…let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” (Matthew. 5:14) “…fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.” (2 Timothy. 1:6)
A friend told me about a group of people in town that offered hands-on healing so I thought I would go talk to them. Twice a month they would gather here in this upper room and invite any who wanted to come. Their hands were hot like mine; and the people that were attending had come from the community, mostly the poor and the curious. When I entered the room, I saw many people sitting around tables, with a person lying peaceful upon the table receiving the healing. They were in prayer, and I saw a picture of Jesus hanging predominately on the wall, which made me feel comfortable. They called what they were doing Reiki, and although many use this form of healing without prayer, these were incorporating prayer as they moved from one part of the body to another. I asked God about what I was seeing, and I felt at peace that this was OK.
God Works in Mysterious Ways - Stepping Stones
On the desk was information about this Japanese technique, and I thumbed through it. There was a picture of a man, Dr. Usui, who had given Japanese hands-on-healing this name of Reiki in the early 1800’s, although it had been known for hundreds of years before. He had started many healing clinics in Japan. I looked at the picture and gasped – I knew this man! This was the spirit with slant-eyes that was beside me in heaven! The very same man! My Goodness. God works in very mysterious ways!
With this, I knew what my next step was; and I went through the training classes of this method of healing. This was a touchstone that God offered to help me begin to feel comfortable about healing. As soon as I made the decision to do healing in front of people, I knew the pain would never return. I now felt energized and euphoric during and after the healings. But it wasn’t the Reiki that made it disappear; it was the decision to openly follow through on what I had promised to God. The Big Guy has always used healing and miraculous signs and wonders in all parts of the earth in all cultures, in all periods of time. It doesn’t matter the training or technique - it matters to Whom you are making connection! And prayer, compassion and empathy is that conduit of connection that God can use to be an opportunity for others. The bigger picture behind God healing the body is touching the heart. Unconditional Divine Love transforms and manifests in many ways: physically, emotionally and spiritually. It changes lives, and offers all kinds of miracles too.
We are Offered Unconditional Love, Will You Receive It?
When God gives his people a commission or gift, he does not do it without a specific purpose. So many times I had been absolutely shattered, yet he still held me in the palm of his hands, whether I recognized it or not. There had been times we had walked together hand-in-hand, and other times where I had turned away from him, hid my face in shame or in anger, and withdrew my hand from his. Yet, his arm was still outstretched, and he still loved me and only chose to look at the love, and nothing else. All else had been forgiven through Christ. And now, he gave me a job where I would be working in direct communion with him every day. I would get to be the nurse’s assistant to the Great Physician. I would get to see the miracles as he reachs out to tell his children he is real and cares about them. His is the power to transform their struggles and give them hope. And along the way I would also be making friends and meeting people along their own spiritual journey. God meets people eye-to-eye wherever we are on our path.
You don’t have to be struck by lightning to recognize your purpose. We all have defining moments, a “come to God moment” and this was mine. I was a stubborn child in clinging to what I thought I knew, accepting the blinders put on me by others, and putting God “in a box.” Only an empirical, first-hand experience would open me up. Now everything was made anew! By free will I had died to self at the foot of heaven and upon the earth – and Christ had resurrected me up again, and would share more with me later when I was ready. I was a new person. He opened me up! I vowed I would never allow myself to be closed down again or live in a relationship without love. I got a divorce and started living my life with one ear to heaven and one to earth. I have asked to float in God’s love as easily as a feather upon the breeze, and go wherever he leads. “The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So, it is with everyone born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8)
Now, my life is an adventure filled with internal peace and joy, even in the midst of any external turmoil in the world. In the miracle healing work I get to see cancer disappear, brain tumors shrink and go away, blind eyes see, and deaf ears hear. I get to be there when arthritis melts away and chronic disease abates. I get to be there to see addictions leave and mental depression and hopelessness is replaced by hope. I get to see infertile couples experience the joy of carrying a child in their bellies and then in their arms. I meet people from all over the world and get to feel the Holy Spirit course through me as God extends his blissful invitations to fall into his arms and at his feet. Nothing is impossible with God!
I am always amazed how he brings his kids together, to learn to love one another and help each other. It totally humbles me to be involved in this kind of work. For this is not about me, he wants each of us to remember who we are, who He is, and for our hands to be His Hands, our words His Words. We are all called to be the mystic, to work with the Holy Angels, to be a sign-post pointing to his Unconditional Love and be an opportunity to receive and share miracles, spiritual information and accurate prophecy during this stressful world shift. Right now, in the midst of this chaos, the future is very bright for all of us, and many won’t even need to die again at all - but that’s another article!
The point is this: you don’t have to be struck by lightning or have a near-death experience to open up, change your life, appreciate each other, or to have a special connection with God. Love is the key to everything. Remember, the life-review you have will be about the love you showed or didn’t show. It’s all about love! When I was before the Ultimate, I wished only to love and be responsible to him. But what he wanted was for me to be responsible and love everyone else.
The Adventures Continue!
So even when I didn’t know what to ask for, in my most broken of times, The Big Guy gave me my life’s work. Now I’m making a “better movie "and it has expanded into a full life of sharing the miracles, prayers and prophecies our Father has freely given to all of humanity. Truly, the best thing that happened in my life was almost losing it. Being dead healed my life; and now it heals others. God is Good! Life is an adventure when you follow the Big Guy! END 2025 (c) Tiffany Snow. Edited as an excerpt, read full account in the book “Psychic Gifts in the Christian Life - Tools to Connect.”
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About the Author: "I'm Blessed Tiffany and I have information for you!" Tiffany Snow experienced the wounds of the Holy Stigmata 2005-2009 and three NDEs. Modern Christian Mystic, Miracle Healer, Spiritual Teacher. She shares answers from God that humanity is currently asking, to help each of us remember who we are, and who He is too. Blessed Tiffany and her husband Fr. Billy Clark are not financially supported by any church or organization. This allows them to speak freely without restriction about everything God has shared for ALL of His children, no matter where they are on their path. Free Distant Healing Prayer, Articles and Videos with unique information for our times. God Info. | www.BlessedTiffanySnow.com
