My Life After Death: A Guide to the Afterlife

By David H. Ong

Enlightment came through my death. I have proof of being out of my body (Chapter 6), and my life changed a lot after my death.

Before my death, I was a star athlete with a very high I.Q. and was motivated by everything physical. I only dated girls who were very attractive only on the outside. I had a moment of clarity when I was dead; a moment that I will forever remember.

I was living my life all wrong!

This book is a self-help manual of the best kind. It is a self-help manual we all need, every one of us. Especially those of uswho think we do not need one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 9, 2007
• ISBN: 9781467090698

David H. Ong

 Author graduated from DeVRY University in 2000, in Kansas City, Missouri.  He spent his youth excelling at all sorts of acedamia, including first place at an English contest for the city of Kansas City, Missouri.  In college, he devoted most of his time to writing.  He had always known that this book had to be written; it is one of the major reasons why he had attended college in the first place. He has led two lives, in every sense of the word.  When he was young, he "had it all."  Looks, brains, women, money... you name it.  Then something extraoradinary happened to him. HE DIED. And returned a much changed man.  Something so much more is important to him now.  As you read his uplifting words, you cannot help but feel yourself change a bit too.  

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My Life After Death

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A Guide To The Afterlife

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David H. Ong

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First published by AuthorHouse 3/8/2007

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Contents

Chapter One -

The Setup

Chapter Two -

Background for a Tragedy

Chapter Three -

The Tragedy

Chapter Four -

The Aftermath

Chapter Five -

The Recovery

Chapter Six -

My Birth After Life

Chapter Seven -

Relationships

Chapter Eight -

Responsibility

Chapter Nine -

Priorities

Chapter Ten -

My Idea of the Afterlife

Chapter Eleven -

Your Afterlife

Chapter Twelve -

Putting it All in Perspective

Chapter Thirteen -

Living Life to its Fullest

Chapter Fourteen -

Bringing Home Part of the Bible

Chapter Fifteen -

The Journals

Chapter Sixteen -

The Handwriting Journal

Chapter Seventeen -

Personal Log #1

Chapter Eighteen -

Personal Family Log #3

Chapter Nineteen -

Personal Family Log # 4

Chapter Twenty -

A Step-by-step Guide to the Afterlife

Final Chapter

Foreword

You are about to embark on a wondrous journey. The story that you are about to read is not fiction. Every word of it is 100 percent true, except that I have changed the names of real people and places. I have proof of being out of my body. It happened; there is just no denying it. The journals near the end of the book have been added for a number of reasons. One, they show that this story did, without a doubt, take place. Two, I wanted to show a little of what therapy was and how difficult it was to be born into a new life. And three, it is just a thank-you to the people who were for me. Without them, this book could not have been written.

This book may open your eyes to whole new ways of thinking, so be prepared. Consider it a self-help manual for life. Also included is a step-by-step guide to the afterlife. It may come in quite handy for you one day.

Have you ever wondered what the afterlife is like?

I know…

I have been there…

Chapter One -

The Setup

Let me start when I was alive. I had a very vibrant childhood. My education was excellent, and my physical attributes were to be admired, to say the least. I had a very nice life, one for which I will be forever grateful. Since my death, a lot has changed. I mean a LOT has changed; that is one of the major points that will tie in later. However, in my eyes, it is all for the better. I can honestly say that death does change quite a bit in one’s life!

I guess you could say that the childhood in of my previous life was perfect, in the eyes of society, anyway. I was an excellent student, with a very high I.Q.— 149. Winning an English contest for the city of Kansas City, Missouri was a breeze. (My English teacher at my Catholic school just loved me!) I always did all of my homework, without fail. Being valedictorian of that school was never in question. When I took the entrance exam for Rockhurst High School—a prestigious Jesuit High School in Kansas City, Missouri—I took first honors. My sophomore year in that high school, I aced College Biology. I completed a forty-page typewritten report on DNA Synthesis and Possible Effects on Human Evolution, a topic of my own choice. It received an A+ (and the report also read like an encyclopedia!) Valedictorian was only another couple of years away then, if only I hadn’t died. In fact, at the time of my passing, I still had another two months of school, but the Jesuits handed me straight A’s anyway!

Junior Achievement is a high school business program. High school students come up with and run actual businesses, trying to make a profit. I joined that program as a freshman, and gave it my all. My peers decided that I had the business savvy to run our company. They elected me president of the company we came up with for two years running. I took third place in a national sales contest. I remember the contest clearly.

We sold stained glass. I just nailed my sales pitch and was just sure that the woman would buy multiple pieces. Just as I was about to close, she attempted to throw me way off my pitch. She said, But, sir, my husband sells stained glass. I believe that this is where most contestants threw in the towel and wished the woman a good day. However, quick as lightning, I replied, Well, ma’am, if you pick up a piece or two, maybe your husband can get an idea of the quality of the competition. He might also get an idea of some new pieces that he can make himself. She ended up buying two pieces. This gives you an idea of how my brain worked. As a sophomore in high school, I was in the upper half of one 1 percent in the entire nation in Junior Achievement.

I will not say that being smart was easy for me. I still had to work at it. But I think that I had the intelligence to know that I should. My education was very important to me. I just knew that one day it would give me opportunities that otherwise I might not have. That is part of the reason I tried so hard. The other part was that I wanted to make a good impression on others. It was imperative to me that the light in which other people viewed me was a good one.

However, there were other things that were just as important.

My physical stature was of great importance to me. In my old life, I did indeed have a full head of hair! (I have pictures to prove it!) Football was one of my great loves, and I played both offensive and defensive tackle on my eighth-grade team at Saint Thomas More. Some regarded my performance on that team as college-level football at least! In 1976, I set a record for freestyle swimming at the country club I went to, for the entire league, which went unbroken for at least twenty-two years. At the same club, I won a junior golf tournament. Keeping my body finely tuned was one of my top priorities. At Rockhurst, I would nibble a quick lunch and go down to the weight room. At fifteen years of age, I would work out with 200 pounds, with a maximum bench press of 285 pounds. This was over twice my weight; I weighed only 141 pounds. I rode a bicycle all over the city, though not for exercise—just to get places. That kept me in shape, too. At the time, it did not seem like work at all; I was just having fun! That is one thing some of us lose as adults; our play becomes work, somehow.

Also important to me were the ladies. To give you an idea of the type of woman I dated, let me tell you about a couple. My first girlfriend was about five-foot-three, and had 36-24-36 measurements at the age of twelve! Another woman was also very attractive to me. She was Miss Leawood, Kansas of 1980. This woman was a little older than me (I was just fourteen), stood about five-foot-six, had blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, and was about sixteen or seventeen years old. I came to learn later that she was a Kansas City Chiefs cheerleader. I did not even have to ask her out, really. She was working at a local ice-cream store. Checking out, I simply told her, "You have the most beautiful eyes of anyone I