By Nile Hosni —
Munching Little Caesar’s pizza out of dumpster at night, homeless heroine addict Landon Dennis wanted to commit suicide.
“Why would God let me go through these things?” he lamented.
He felt a physical embrace, which was impossible because he was alone. It kept him from carrying out his death wish.
Not until years later did Landon Dennis find out what that embrace was: It was the prayers of people worried for him, drug addicted and lost on the streets.
He found that out in Heaven in an NDE.
Landon grew up in a small town with loving parents. He said he had a unusual supernatural sensitivity. He was tormented by a poltergeist at age 7. His mom taught him to command the being to leave in the name of Jesus. It worked.
He claims to have been visited his niece who had just died.
Prescription pills after surgeries for accidents led Landon to addiction. Due to drugs, he lost the trust of his family, he lost his daughter, his lost his home.
One day, he overdosed twice. Revived the first time with Narcan, he straight away went to his house to take drugs again. Perched on the counter to watch himself inject in his neck in the mirror, he overdosed again and fell backwards, bashing his brains. It cause brain damage.
When the paramedics arrived, Landon hovered above the ambulance, and could see his body inside as paramedics cut off his pants, trying to save him. He felt the intensest panic.
While his body was taken to the hospital, Landon went to a grassy place. He no longer felt panic. He felt the complete opposite of what the poltergeist had made him feel.
“The grass glowed neon green,” he recalls. “All the bad feelings were gone. The grass loved me, each individual blade. The grass was comforting me.”
He raised his eyes and saw beams of light out of the top of a hill. Each beam was a person who had been in his life. His grandfather embraced him, as did his neice.
“They were proud of me, which didn’t make any sense because of what kind of life I was living,” he says. “I didn’t want anything to do with church I didn’t want anything to do I thought no God could love me I was just a worthless piece of junk.”
The urge came to go beyond the hill, but a lady, communicating with her thoughts, explained he couldn’t go there (perhaps because he was destined to return to earth).
Then the lady and a young man started showing Landon the power of prayer.
“It is most amazing ing tool you can have in your tool belt,” Landon says. “People misunderstand it.”
To prove to him the power of prayer, the heavenly beings showed him the time when he raced against other homeless people and against rats to be the first to find the Little Caesar’s pizza in the trash dumpster, that moment when he wanted to commit suicide. He remembered the embrace he had felt.
But as he was viewing again the episode, this time he saw beams of light hit his body. The beams of light were like the ones emanating from behind the hill. They were the prayers of loved ones.
“Those beams came and hit me directly,” Landon recounts. “And I saw these dark, I mean these dark things just like that was in the corner of my room (the poltergeist he’d seen as a kid) just boom fled out of there. They took off.”
“My poor parents didn’t think they’re prayers were working,” he adds. “They were only waiting for the day they’d get a call from the morgue, ‘Hey come recognize your son.'”
Instead, God called.
The heavenly beings told him: “Do you see now how loved and protected you are?”
Since he couldn’t go beyond the hill, Landon had to return to his body. Suddenly, he saw the operating room with his body prone.
“Landon, it’s time,” the lady said.
His eyes opened and he reincorporated.
Landon’s recovery was miraculous. He was given only a 40% chance of living a somewhat independent life, but he sailed through rehab, bypassing others who weren’t as bad off.
You might think that after visiting Heaven he was delivered from drugs once and for all. But that’s not true.
A “friend” brought him drugs to the hospital once, and he consumed.
When he was released from the hospital, he went straight to the heroine dealer. But as he clutched the purchased bag out of the window of his car, a police officer, emerging from a smoothie establishment, barked, “What is that?”
He did six months in jail for the milliseconds he had heroine in his possession — a good amount of time to really start working on his sobriety. “That was my clean date,” he quips.
Landon attends sobriety groups to this day. He has learned the importance of his own effort and the importance of prayer. He wants everyone to know that this world is not the end.
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