Proof of Heaven

dismissive voice. One that told me, insistently and even deviously, that
for all the perfection and wonder of my NDE, something had been
missing, had been “off” about it.
In essence, a part of me still doubted the authenticity of my
astonishingly real deep-coma experience, and thus of the true existence of
that entire realm. To that part of me, it continued to “not make sense”
from a scientific standpoint. And that small but insistent voice of doubt
began to threaten the whole new worldview I was slowly building.