I Died & What Jesus Revealed About BLACK PEOPLE Will Shock You! – Jesus NDE Terrifying Testimony
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My name is Jessica, and I never imagined that my life would change so drastically. But here I am, compelled to share my story, because what I experienced was beyond anything I had ever known.
I died. I crossed over. And what I saw on the other side was something that completely shattered my understanding of the world. I met Jesus, and He revealed a truth about Black people that left me shaken to my core.
It was an ordinary morning. I woke up, made my usual cup of coffee, and followed my daily routine. Nothing seemed out of place. But something in the air felt heavy, like the universe itself was trying to tell me something. I brushed it off and continued as usual, unaware that in just a few hours, my life would change forever.
As I drove to work, my mind was occupied with stress—bills, responsibilities, the endless worries of life. Then, out of nowhere, a searing pain shot through my chest. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
My vision blurred, my breath caught, and the world around me slowed. I heard the screech of tires, felt the impact of metal crushing metal, and then—nothing.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on the pavement, looking up at the sky. Sirens wailed in the distance, voices shouted, but none of it felt real. As the pain faded, I realized I was no longer in my body.
I was floating above the scene, watching as paramedics rushed to my side, a woman sobbing nearby, and my own lifeless form lying on the ground. There was no fear, no panic—just an odd sense of detachment, as if I were an observer in a dream.
Then, I felt a force pulling me, not physically but spiritually. It was as though an unseen hand was guiding me upward. I didn’t resist. I felt peace like I had never known. A light appeared, small at first, then growing brighter. It wasn’t harsh, but warm, inviting. It felt like home. As I moved toward it, the world I had known faded away.
Then I heard a voice—not loud, but powerful, resonating deep within me. “It is not your time yet.” The voice was familiar, yet unplaceable. The scene around me shifted, and I found myself in a realm that felt both strange and familiar.
Before me stretched a tunnel, not made of stone, but of pure, glowing light. Souls lined its edges, watching me, their forms shimmering like waves of energy. They weren’t speaking, yet I could hear them, welcoming me, reassuring me that I was safe.
At the end of the tunnel, a figure stood, radiating a light that was not just around Him, but from Him. His presence was overwhelming—love, peace, and power all wrapped into one.
I knew instantly that I was standing before Jesus. He gazed at me, and in that moment, my entire life flashed before me—every decision, every mistake, every act of kindness. Yet there was no judgment in His eyes, only understanding.
Then He spoke. “You are not here by accident, Jessica.”
Before I could ask why I was there, He raised His hand, and everything changed. The tunnel disappeared, and I found myself in an open space unlike anything I had ever seen. Then, images appeared before me, moving like living paintings made of pure energy. The first thing I saw was Africa—vast, beautiful, glowing with a golden light. I saw ancient cities, thriving civilizations, and people full of wisdom and spiritual power. They were not broken. They were not weak. They were chosen.
Jesus spoke again, His voice resonating deep within me. “The world has lied about them. They are not what they have been made to believe. They were given gifts, knowledge, and power that others tried to erase.”
The vision shifted. I saw chains. Ships. People being taken from their homeland. I saw suffering, generations being told they were less than what they were. And then, I saw something even more shocking—spiritual forces working behind the scenes, deliberately suppressing the truth.
“The oppression was not just physical,” Jesus continued. “It was spiritual. Because if they knew who they truly were, the world would change.”
My heart pounded. This wasn’t just history. This was a battle that had been waged for centuries. The deception ran deep, and the world had no idea. But then, the vision changed again. I saw modern times—people awakening, realizing their worth, reclaiming their power. The same people who had been told they were nothing were beginning to remember who they truly were.
Jesus smiled. “The time of Revelation has begun. They will rise again.”
Tears filled my eyes. The truth had been hidden, but not forever. It was coming to light. I saw a time before slavery, before colonization, before oppression. I saw a world where Black people held deep spiritual knowledge, where they spoke to God directly, without intermediaries. Prophets, warriors, leaders—all connected to the divine in a way that had since been erased from history.
“This is why they were targeted,” Jesus said. “Because those who rule the world fear those who carry divine wisdom.”
It all made sense. The systematic stripping of their culture, faith, and identity—it was never just about control. It was about taking away their connection to the truth. And yet, despite centuries of oppression, their spirit was never broken.
“And that is why they must remember,” Jesus said. “Because when they do, the world itself will change.”
The vision shifted once more. I saw a Great Awakening. Black people standing up, reclaiming their spiritual power, breaking free from the mental chains that had bound them for generations. And as they did, the world itself began to shift. Jesus turned to me once more.
“The prophecy is unfolding,” He said. “They will lead the world into a new era of spiritual awakening.”
I gasped. Was this why I had been shown this? Was I meant to share this message?
“Yes,” Jesus answered, reading my thoughts. “You must tell them. The world is changing, and they need to know the truth.”
Then, everything faded. The light. The visions. Even Jesus Himself. I felt myself being pulled back.
“No!” I cried out. “I don’t want to go back!”
Jesus smiled, but His eyes were serious. “You must. The world needs you to speak.”
Then, suddenly, I was gasping for air, back in my body. The sound of hospital machines surrounded me, doctors and nurses rushing to my side. I was alive. But I was not the same person who had left.
For days, I struggled with what I had seen. How could I tell people? Who would believe me? The first time I shared my testimony, my family dismissed it. Friends thought it was a hallucination. The more I spoke, the more resistance I faced. Strange things began happening—videos deleted, messages erased, threats from unknown sources. Darkness tried to silence me.
But I refused to stop. Because I had seen the truth. And the truth could no longer be hidden.
So, if you are reading this, know that it is not by chance. You were meant to hear this. You were meant to wake up. The world is shifting. The Awakening is happening. And every soul has a choice—will you walk in truth, or remain in the dark?
Sᴇᴇ Mᴏʀᴇ: Jesus ‘wasn’t called Jesus’ as scientists say Son of God went by something else
Jesus’ name has been through various different translation throughout the years, however historian now claim Jesus’ real name might be closer to the name we now know as ‘Joshua’
Jesus has been known as many names throughout the years (Image: Getty Images)
Jesus Christ probably had a totally different name, experts have sensationally claimed. Boffs reckon he would have gone by a moniker in his native language of Aramaic which would be unrecognisable to us.
It is a far cry from our modern tongue and the name Jesus has letters which were not even used in written language until 1,500 years after the ‘son of God’ died. The name of Christianity’s main figure has been mangled over time after being repeatedly translated – mutating from Aramaic to Hebrew, then Greek and into Latin.
It finally received an English translation in the 16th century by which time it had become ‘Jesus’.
In Hebrew this name is written as “Yeshu” which is closer to the English name “Joshua.”(Image: Getty Images)
Linguists also claim the surname was not ‘Christ’ and instead would have been linked to his home town of Nazareth in Israel. It means Jesus’ real name was probably actually Yeshu Nazareen. Professor Dineke Houtman, an expert on the relationship between Judaism and Christianity said: “We cannot know for sure which languages Jesus spoke.
“However, given his family background in Nazareth, we can assume his day-to-day language was Aramaic.”
The religious studies boff, from the Protestant Theological University in the Netherlands, said Jesus with a hard ‘J’ wasn’t a name that existed at the time he lived.
Professor Houtman added: “His name would probably have been in Aramaic – Yeshua. It is likely that this is also how he introduced himself. Another possibility is the shorter form Yeshu which is the form used in later rabbinic literature.”
The name Yeshu was as popular as the name Arthur is today. Professor Candida Moss, of Birmingham University added: “Most scholars agree that his name was Yeshua or possibly Yeshu, which was one of the most common names in first-century Galilee.”
Jesus’ lived in a region called Judea that was under the control of the Roman Empire that is now located in modern day Israel and Palestine(Image: Getty Images)
And experts cast doubt on the name ‘Christ’ too. Historian Dr Marko Marina, of Zagreb University said: “In the ancient world, most people didn’t have a last name as we understand it today. Instead, they were identified through other means, such as their parentage, place of origin, or other distinguishing characteristics.
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“For example, someone might be referred to as ‘John, the son of Zebedee’ or ‘Mary Magdalene’, with ‘Magdalene’ probably indicating she was from a place called Magdala.”
Many scholars agree Jesus, who was frequently referred to as Jesus of Nazareth, would likely have incorporated his hometown into his name.
