Julie Poole, a woman who claims to have “died and spent three days in heaven,” has been sharing the profound and chilling messages she received from what she describes as “angelic beings” in a “higher realm.” Her story begins at 21 when, overwhelmed by years of emotional, physical, mental, and sexual abuse, she attempted suicide by overdosing on medication. What followed, according to Poole, was not the end of her life but a transformative experience that has shaped her beliefs and career as a spiritual guide.
After her overdose, Poole describes being “dead” for three days, during which time she visited what she calls the “higher realm.” There, she says she was greeted by spiritual beings, who were not only her guides but also messengers of mankind’s future. Among these beings was a “white shimmery figure” who enlightened her with visions of what was to come for humanity. According to Poole, these otherworldly beings revealed to her that she wasn’t destined to die that day, even though she believed she was ready to leave the pain of her life behind. They told her, “It’s not your time,” and sent her back to her earthly body, but not without a clear message: she would return to the higher realm at the age of 67.
Now in her early 60s, Poole says that she only has a few years left to live, based on this prophetic message. She continues to share the lessons she received during her time “in heaven,” claiming that these revelations were meant to guide humanity toward a more enlightened future. One of the key messages she received was about the purpose of her own suffering. According to Poole, the spirits told her that before she was born, she had chosen a life filled with hardship in order to “clear karma” from previous lives. Despite their warnings that such a life would be difficult, she accepted the challenge, believing it was a necessary step in balancing her spiritual debts.
“They warned me it would be too hard and too overwhelming,” Poole recalls. “But I chose this life anyway. And now here I was at 21, trying to check out… and they had to heal me enough to send me back.” The spirits emphasized to her that part of her mission in life was to forgive—herself and others—because forgiveness, they said, is one of the highest vibrational forms of love.
In addition to her personal journey of healing and forgiveness, Poole was also given a glimpse of what she calls the “Golden Age” for humanity, a future era of peace, equality, and spiritual awakening. She was told that this age was already in progress and would occur between 2012 and 2032. According to Poole, this Golden Age would bring an end to the power struggles, corruption, and control that have defined human history for millennia. “The beings told me that for so long, power and control had been concentrated in the hands of a few, while the masses were left to suffer under this imbalance,” she explains. “But in the Golden Age, all that is false and corrupt will fall away, and humanity will experience true equality.”
Poole’s guides told her that the shift toward this Golden Age would not be marked by dramatic cataclysms or “Armageddon” but would instead involve the gradual unraveling of the systems that have oppressed humanity. “This isn’t about the end of the world,” Poole says. “It’s about the end of the old ways. The power structures that have stifled human potential will crumble, and people will be free to live with greater truth, love, and fairness.”
She also claims that individuals like herself—those who have had near-death experiences or spiritual awakenings—are being sent back to Earth with a mission: to share these messages of hope and help humanity transition into this new era. Poole says her role is to help others understand the significance of the changes ahead and to encourage them to embrace forgiveness and compassion as tools for personal and collective healing.
But Poole’s revelations don’t stop there. She also believes that extraterrestrial beings play a key role in this transformative period for humanity. According to her, “ETs,” or beings of light, have been visiting Earth for many years, helping humanity in ways that most people are not aware of. These extraterrestrial beings, Poole says, are far more advanced than humans—technologically, spiritually, and in every other way. She insists that they have been closely monitoring humanity’s progress and will intervene if necessary to prevent global catastrophes.
One specific example Poole gives is the potential threat of nuclear warfare. She claims that if world leaders ever become “trigger-happy” with nuclear weapons, these advanced extraterrestrial beings will step in to stop it. “They will not let us blow ourselves up,” Poole asserts. “They will not let us destroy this planet. They will step in if we push things too far.”
While Poole’s claims are certainly extraordinary, they have also earned her a following. She has built a career as a “spiritual master” and life coach, helping people navigate their own journeys of healing and personal growth. Through her YouTube channel and other platforms, Poole continues to share her story and the insights she believes she received during her near-death experience.
Now in her early 60s and with only a few years left before the age she was told she would return to the higher realm, Poole remains focused on her spiritual mission. She believes that her purpose on Earth is to prepare others for the coming changes, helping them to release old patterns of fear, anger, and division, and embrace a higher vibration of love and forgiveness.
As she reflects on her life and the messages she received, Poole is clear on one thing: the future of humanity, while uncertain, holds great promise. She remains convinced that the Golden Age is near, and she feels privileged to have been given a glimpse of it during her time in the higher realm. For Julie Poole, the lessons of her near-death experience continue to shape her life and guide her work as she prepares for whatever comes next—both in this world and the next.
My SIL Threw Away All My Brothers Hawaiian Shirts Instead of Packing Them As Promised, Unaware I Saw Her
When I caught my sister-in-law, Iris, secretly tossing my brother Donny’s beloved Hawaiian shirts instead of packing them, I knew I had to act fast. Rather than confront her, I quietly rescued them and planned the perfect prank. Little did Iris know, her “trash” was about to make a memorable comeback!
I pulled into my brother’s nearly empty house, where the moving truck had already left for Oklahoma. Iris was finishing the last bit of packing, and I was there to help with the final touches.
I knocked on the door but didn’t wait for a reply. I never did.
“Hey! I brought coffee!” I called out as I walked inside. The empty house echoed back at me, but there was no response. Iris was probably upstairs, so I headed to the bedroom to find her.
As I neared the door, which was slightly ajar, I saw her crouched over a trash bag, focused on her task. And that’s when I saw it—bright, familiar colors peeking out from the bag. Donny’s Hawaiian shirts! My heart skipped a beat.
I froze, trying to process what I was seeing. Iris teased Donny relentlessly about those shirts, but throwing them out? I stood there, watching in disbelief as she stuffed another one into the trash like it was worthless.
Those shirts weren’t just clothes to Donny—they were part of his personality. He loved them, and there was no way he’d ever agree to throw them out. My anger flared, but I forced myself to think fast.
“Iris!” I called out, nudging the door open with my foot and stepping inside. “What are you up to?”
Her eyes widened in shock as she quickly tried to close the bag. “Candy! You’re early. I was just, uh… throwing out some trash.”
I glanced at the trash bag stuffed with Donny’s favorite shirts and smirked. She was caught red-handed, and an idea began to form.
“Take a break,” I said, thrusting the coffee into her hands. “I’ll take out the trash for you, and then you can tell me what else you need help with.”
Before she could protest, I snatched up the bag and headed outside. Once safely by my car, I tossed the shirts into my trunk, chuckling to myself. This was going to be the best prank ever.
Later that evening, I texted my parents with a plan. Surprise housewarming party at Donny and Iris’s new place. Meet in Oklahoma this Saturday. 🎉
My parents loved surprises, especially the kind that made their kids squirm with embarrassment. Little did they know, I had something even more exciting planned for the party.
We arrived at Donny and Iris’s new home late that Saturday afternoon, with the Oklahoma sun beginning to dip. Iris answered the door, her surprise thinly masked. I could tell she wasn’t ready for this.
“Surprise!” we all shouted, balloons in hand. My mom charged in, already asking questions and complimenting the house while nearly knocking over a lamp.
Donny emerged from the kitchen, grinning in his usual laid-back way, though noticeably without one of his signature floral shirts. He wore a plain tee instead, which made me snicker inside.
“Wow, you guys came all the way out here!” he exclaimed, giving me a quick hug. “I just wish the airline hadn’t lost my luggage. All my favorite Hawaiian shirts are gone. Just vanished.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing, especially when I noticed Iris fidgeting nervously behind him. Her expression was priceless.
“You mean your Hawaiian shirts?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah! Man, I loved those shirts,” Donny said, clearly disappointed.
“They were definitely… memorable,” I agreed, shooting a sideways glance at Iris, whose face had turned a shade paler. She avoided eye contact, and I couldn’t resist pushing the joke further. “I bet Iris really misses seeing you in them, huh?”
She forced a smile and nodded. “Oh, yes. Those… shirts.”
By the time we got to the gift exchange, Iris was practically buzzing with nerves. After Mom and Dad gave Donny some practical housewarming gifts, it was my turn.
“Here you go, bro. Thought you might like this,” I said, handing him a framed childhood photo of the two of us, Donny proudly wearing one of his cherished Hawaiian shirts.
His face lit up as he showed it to everyone. “Look at us! Man, I used to love that shirt.”
“And speaking of shirts,” I added with a grin, “there’s one more thing.” I dramatically pulled the trash bag from behind me, the one Iris had thought was long gone.
Donny’s eyes widened as I pulled out the first of his Hawaiian shirts, holding it up like a trophy. “No. Freaking. Way!” he shouted in disbelief, grabbing the shirt from me and running his hands over it like a lost treasure. “How did you…?”
I winked. “I have my ways.”
Iris stood frozen, her mouth slightly open, trying to process what had just happened. She had no idea how to respond, but the realization that she had been caught slowly dawned on her face.
After the excitement settled down, Iris pulled me aside, her face flushed. “You saw me, didn’t you?” she asked, crossing her arms in frustration.
I feigned innocence. “Saw what?”
She sighed, rubbing her temples. “The shirts. You saw me throw them out.”
“Maybe,” I teased. “Looks like he really missed them, huh?”
She groaned. “I can’t stand those loud, tacky things. But seeing how happy they make him… maybe I was wrong.”
I put a hand on her shoulder. “Relationships are all about compromise. Besides, no one’s asking you to wear them.”
She laughed, finally relaxing a little. “And I guess you weren’t going to let that ‘lost luggage’ story go, huh?”
I grinned. “What can I say? I live for a good prank.”
Later, Iris came clean in front of the whole family, admitting what she had done. She confessed that she found the shirts ridiculous but, seeing how much they meant to Donny, she was sorry.
Donny just laughed it off. “Hey, I love my shirts, but I love you more,” he said, giving her a kiss. “I’ll save them for weekends, just for you.”
In the end, the Hawaiian shirts became more than just a wardrobe choice—they turned into a family joke, a reminder of Donny’s quirky charm and the little compromises we make for the people we love.
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