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The man with the sword held high above his head raced after me. He closed in on me now. I felt I could barely breathe. I tasted blood. My feet hurt. My head was spinning, was this the end? Now I could see the ocean in front of me. I forced my legs to run faster. But he seemed to do the same. He came closer by the minute. I could hear his breath behind me. He was growling. He shouted in a loud voice "Now I have you!" I screamed "Jesus help me!". The white beach came closer. It would only take minutes before I would be running in the sand. Now the option was, will I die by drowning, by being cut to pieces or stumbling in the sand with his sword in my heart? At first I did not feel anything but a small sensation in my skin. One second after I felt wet on my back. I stumbled and fell headfirst in the sand. Everything went black for short a moment. I looked back. There I lay in the sand, my head separated from my body and blood all over. He lay on top of me, laughing the most sinister laugh I had ever heard. I turned and saw a strong light. Before me was the most beautiful flight of stairs going up towards heaven. I could not see the end of it. I began walking it. I was surrounded by flowers in vibrant colours like no colours I had seen on earth. The steps were emitting light and looked like gold and crystal. The most beautiful music came to my ears. I realized it was the flowers singing. They sang praises to Jesus, God Almighty, to life, to love. I began to run, overcome with a joy I had never known before. Now the stairs were transformed into an escalator. I was carried along upwards all the time upwards. The light became stronger. It was so kind, gentle, loving, warm. I felt cuddled all over. Suddenly I could see a gate with pearls all over it. A person with a love, gentleness and tenderness beyond anything met me at the stairs. I knew it was Jesus. He adressed me "Welcome beloved, come to my garden. I have been waiting for you.". I then saw my grandmother who passed away last year, and I saw my faithful dog "Bella". She jumped up on me wagging her tail in joy.
