The Woman Has a Near-Death Experience, Asks the Beings Why Earth Was So Painful, And Rejects Returning To Earth

The NDE (near-death experience) of Ellyn Dye

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Ellyn Dye grew up feeling like she didn’t belong.

She was adopted as an infant and raised by a father who was harsh and critical. Ellyn was deeply sensitive. Every sharp word landed hard and stayed. She grew up twisting herself into whatever shape she thought would earn approval, always searching for love from the outside because she didn’t know how to find it within.

Then, at age twelve, Ellyn’s adoptive mother died of cancer. The night it happened, Ellyn was asleep at home while her mother lay in the hospital.

She woke up to her mother standing at the foot of her bed.

Her mother told her she had to leave. She said she loved her. She said everything would be okay.

Ellyn got up, walked out to the living room where her grandmother was, and said, “Mommy just died.” Her grandmother shook her head. Then the phone rang. It was Ellyn’s father calling from the hospital.

That night changed everything. At twelve years old, Ellyn understood that something vast and unexplained was operating behind the surface of everyday life. Sunday school had no answers for what she had just experienced.

So she went looking on her own.

For the next two decades, Ellyn consumed everything she could find about metaphysics and spirituality. In high school, she was caught sneaking out of the house. While her parents assumed she was meeting boys, she was attending séances.

She kept searching through college and into her twenties. But knowing things in your head and living them are different animals entirely. Ellyn had absorbed years of spiritual information without integrating any of it into her actual life.

By her early thirties, she felt like a failure. Her career hadn’t gone the way she hoped. Her friends were marrying and starting families. She couldn’t understand what was wrong with her, and the distance between what she knew spiritually and how she actually felt about herself had never been wider.

Ellyn Dye — image from NDE Journey

Then one night, a car turned directly into her lane without warning. She had just enough time to register what was happening and not nearly enough time to stop it.

She didn’t feel the impact. She didn’t feel any pain. She immediately went out of his body.

She was simply looking down at the top of her car.

It took a moment to understand what she was seeing. She watched the other driver get out of his car and walk toward hers. She thought he was coming to check on her. He reached in and turned her headlights off.

She lost interest in the scene below and thought to herself that there ought to be a tunnel of light somewhere.

The moment she thought it, the tunnel appeared. The quality of the air shifted, turning soft and sweet. It felt like love given a texture.

The tunnel pulled her in gently. She didn’t have to choose to move. With each step deeper into the light, joy and bliss and peace built and built until every worry, every burden, every disappointment she had been carrying simply fell away.

At the end of the tunnel, Ellyn arrived in a space of brilliant white light.

She exhaled like she had been holding her breath for thirty years.

This was where she belonged. Not as an opinion or a feeling, but as a fact as solid as anything she had ever known. She describes it like a drop of water that had been stranded on a dry beach, finally reclaimed by the ocean it came from.

She had never fit on earth. She fit here completely.

While she was settling into that peace, she noticed a commotion nearby. Dozens of people, maybe fifty or a hundred, crowding together and moving toward her. She began recognizing faces.

Her adoptive mother was there. Also, both grandfathers, both grandmothers, her aunts and uncles who had passed were all thrilled to see her.

Ellyn told them that she didn’t understand the enthusiasm. She felt like a failure. She hadn’t accomplished anything worth celebrating.

They disagreed. They told her they had been with her every single day. They had celebrated her small victories with her, even the ones she hadn’t recognized as victories. When she had been at her lowest, they had wrapped their arms around her even though she couldn’t feel them. “Just getting up every day and doing your best and keeping your sense of humor,” they told her, “is amazing.”

Then she saw someone she recognized without ever having met him.

Her biological father was standing in the crowd. The adoption records were sealed. She had no information about him, not his name, not his face, nothing. But the knowing was instant and complete. He knew her just as clearly. His parents were there too. Everyone knew everyone.

It felt like a family reunion that crossed every boundary of time and ordinary life.

After the greetings, Ellyn noticed that the endless whiteness was beginning to feel flat. As a human, she was accustomed to depth and color. She wished it looked more like a landscape. The moment she thought it, it changed.

Colors swept in like a hand painting the world into existence. Rolling hills, trees, flowers, birds, butterflies. Cats and dogs running freely, including every pet she had ever loved who had passed on. They all came to her.

But she understood, without knowing how, that she hadn’t come here primarily for the reunion. There was someone else to see.

Then a path leading down into the woods appeared. She followed it.

The colors of everything around her were unlike anything on earth. Not just brighter but alive in a different way. The grass was alive. The trees were alive. The flowers were alive. Everything carried a quality of awareness that didn’t exist in the world she had come from.

The path opened into a small clearing. At the top of a gentle hill sat a gazebo. Figures moved inside it.

There were twelve figures. Tall, extraordinarily tall, the kind of height that should have been terrifying. But fear never came, because love poured off them like heat from a fire. It enveloped her before she even stepped fully inside.

They stood in a circle around her, and they simply looked at her.

All of her shame rose to the surface. Every judgment she had ever passed on herself, every shortcoming, every mistake, every regret. She poured it all out. They watched and listened and felt none of it as a reason to love her less.

They could see everything. Every thought she had ever had. Every action, every failure, every wish was visible to them, and all of it they loved without condition.

It was deeply uncomfortable, not because they were harsh, but because she was not used to being truly seen and not rejected.

When the intensity of that encounter settled, Ellyn asked the question she had been carrying her whole life, “Why is Earth so hard?”

They showed her everything. She felt as though years passed inside that gazebo. She saw the origins of humanity, why souls chose to come to earth, and why they return again and again. Her own past lives stretched out before her in a parade. She had been royalty. She had been a servant. She had been saintly, and she had been capable of real darkness. Every kind of human experience had been hers at some point.

Then they showed her that humanity was heading to a golden age.

But she had one more question, the one that had never stopped hurting.

Why had her childhood been so painful? If she had chosen this life, why had she chosen that?

Their answer was direct. She had not chosen suffering out of punishment or masochism. She had chosen it out of determination. She had been trying to master self-love for many lifetimes and had not yet succeeded. This time she had decided to learn it completely, regardless of what it cost. A nurturing, affirming family would have taught her to search for love in the approval of others. Only by being denied that could she be pushed toward the one place love actually originates, inside herself.

She had already begun to find some self-love. She just hadn’t finished.

Despite the thorough explanation, Ellyn was not going back. People were difficult. Earth felt like walking through hip-deep molasses. The contrast between this place and Earth was too much to bear. She categorically refused to return.

They observed calmly. They told her she had free will. She was a divine being. If she chose to stay, she could stay.

The moment she relaxed into that relief of not going back, they said they had one more thing to show her: “Let’s show you what you will accomplish if you go back.”

She doesn’t remember what they showed her, or if she changed her mind to come back.

She just woke up in the emergency room, furious.

Coming back into her body felt like trying to compress something enormous into something very small. Imagine fitting an elephant into a bottle of Coca-Cola. Out of her body, she had been expansive and complete. Now she was compressed, confined, and back in the world she had just refused.

The nurse explained she had been in a car accident. Ellyn kept asking why she was there, meaning something much bigger than the nurse understood.

Her physical injuries were minor. She recovered quickly.

Everything else took much longer.

In the months after the accident, people began giving her things with lions on them. Books, jewelry, pictures, statues. She hadn’t collected lion objects before. She didn’t understand why they kept arriving.

One day, she walked into a card shop and found a greeting card for the sign of Leo. It showed a lion, from the chest up, with hands, holding an orb and a scepter.

In her mind, the robes fell away from the twelve beings in the gazebo. The figures she had stood with in that circle were lion beings. Tall, ancient, and radiating love. During the revelation, her knees buckled. She went straight down onto the floor of the shop.

It took time to integrate. But what followed was forty years of ongoing communication. The lion beings began guiding her and helping her apply everything she had learned. They helped her reshape her personality from the outside in, or more accurately, from the inside out.

They are still with her.

Ellyn came back from her near-death experience with a perspective she could not easily share. The outer world looked nothing like what she had seen on the other side. For years, she would go to bed hoping not to wake up and feel disappointed.

But slowly, the work she had been sent back to finish began taking shape. The lesson she had been trying to master across many lifetimes was not a concept. It was a practice, lived out one day at a time.

Self-love, she learned, is not selfishness. It is not arrogance. It is the honest, complete embrace of who you are, including the parts you wish were different.

When you have it, you stop needing other people to confirm your worth. The arguments lose their urgency. The defensiveness fades. You trust yourself, and you trust that you will be provided for, so you stop climbing over others to get what you need.

“When you love yourself, there’s so much you don’t have to do anymore.” — Ellyn

Ellyn has spent four decades doing what she was sent back to do. She works as a coach. The lion beings work alongside her. The wisdom she received in that circle in the clearing, the understanding of why souls come to earth and what they are trying to learn, shapes everything she does.

Her message is simple enough to say in one sentence and difficult enough to require a lifetime of practice. Cultivate self-love. Not at the expense of others. Not as a wall against the world. But as the foundation from which everything else can grow.

Thank you so much for reading. May Peace and Love Prosper within you.

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