One of my friends brought the story of Shelley Yates to my attention. Thanks Mel! This is an amazing story that illustrates the power of perseverance and miraculous recovery from near death.
Like The Miracle of Anita Moorjani, this story is a miracle that not only involves Shelley Yates but, her four year old son Evan, as well. Both survived near death experiences on November 14, 2002.
Here’s the story;
Once upon a time, there was a woman named Shelley Yates. Shelley was a “negative, unhappy, miserable human being who hated living and hated being here.” A single mom on welfare who believed it was “me against the world.” But…, that was before…..
On November 14, 2002 Shelley was driving with her four year old son in the car on a road that was used infrequently. She was on her way to a friends house to “complain about her life“ . As she drove, she noticed that the lake on her left was flooded and water was running over the road ahead and spilling into a marshy area on the right.
Shelley continued to drive.
The tires of their car began hydroplaning to the point that the water lifted and carried the car over the guard rail and into the flooded marshy area on the right.
The car landed on its roof and began to sink down under the water. Shelley figured on rolling the windows down so that she and her son could get out, however the electricity short-circuited leaving a four inch gap where water began barreling into the car.
Up to this point, Shelley felt under control. She was a scuba diver and life saver. She knew what needed to be done.
Once the car filled up with water and the pressure equalized, she would open the car door and swim out with her son in tow.
The water filled in up to her shoulders. She instructed her son to take a deep breath and hold the air in. Shelley did the same. Under the water they went. When the water completely filled the car she pulled on the door handle to open the door.
It wouldn’t budge. The car door was jammed shut! It wouldn’t open. She pushed on the glass. The window wouldn’t budge either.
All the while, Shelley was holding her son Evan with one hand while attempting to work on the door and window with the other. She knew she had to let go of her son to use the force of all her strength to free them. Shelley released her grip and with a shove allowed Evan’s body to float into the back seat area of the car hoping there was a pocket of air for him to breathe.
With all of her force Shelley tried desperately to open the doors of the car. By this time, she had to breathe. Shelley describes inhaling water to “breathing liquid fire”. She realized they weren’t getting out.
Frantically, Shelley looked for Evan’s body. She wanted to hold him. She didn’t want her son’s last memory to be of her pushing him away.
As she was about to take another breath, Shelley heard a loud booming voice command, “Relax.” Then the voice softened instructing her to give herself over to the water and told her that help was on the way.
Shelley surrendered to the water. Immediately, she realized that while her body stayed in the car, the essence of who she was went off into the sky. Shelley remembers the brilliant blueness of the sky and six majestic beings at least six or seven feet tall appeared.
The beings called her “dear”, “dear one”, and “child”. They told her they would help her and her son and instructed her to follow their instructions and to have faith.
While Shelley was unconscious and having a near death experience involving six majestic beings, two men driving in separate cars on the road Shelley’s car left were talking on their cells phones to each other. One man asked the other, “Did you see the car in the lake?” The man replied, “No.” “Oh my gosh, that means the car just went in,” the other man said in response. Both drivers turned their car around and headed back to where Shelley’s car went into the lake.
The two men took turns diving to find the car and get the people out. A third man, a nine year veteran paramedic and passenger, waited.
Shelley reckons her car was under water for at least fifteen minutes before one of the men found her body and pulled her out. The man told her that her body was black and blue, she had moss in her eyeballs, up her nose, in her ears and her lips were black. His comment to Shelley was, “You were dead as anything I’ve ever seen.”
The paramedic performed CPR for a full seven minutes before giving up. Turning to the other guys, he said, “She’s gone.” At that moment, Shelley sat straight up and shouted, “Get my baby out of the lake!”
The divers went back down under the water, but could not find Evan’s body. By this time, a crowd had formed and one of the people shouted there was a boom truck at the top of the hill.
The boom truck driver pulled the car up out of the lake. They opened the car door. Evan’s body floated out.
Shelley reckons, Evan was in the lake for over a half hour.
Emergency vehicles took Shelley and Evan to separate hospitals.
Once Shelley’s vital signs became normal, the hospital discharged her. Arriving at the hospital where her son was taken, she found him in the intensive care unit on life supports.
The hospital wanted her permission to unplug him to stop his suffering. The neurologists told her he would be brain dead. Shelley went out to the hall to think.
Suddenly, Shelley remembered talking to the majestic beings while she was unconscious in the lake. She heard that same voice now saying to her, “Fill it up.”
The beings explained to her that we have an energy body and a human body. The energy body of her son was so badly depleted she had to rebuild it. Shelley compares it to giving a blood transfusion.
The beings instructed her to put both hands on her child and share her greatest human joy to give him a reason to wake up, a reason to stay.
She knew she needed help with this task. She called everyone she knew and asked them to call everyone they knew. For three solid days, hundreds of people filed one at a time into Evan’s room to put their hands on him and share their joy with him.
Of course, Shelley didn’t tell people they were doing an energy transfer, she simply instructed them to touch him and tell him the things they loved about being here. She asked them to sing him a song or share a story, inspire him, uplift him.
Also, there was to be no negativity in the room. No one was allowed to talk as if Evan was not there and couldn’t hear them.
For three whole days, they did this while Evan got worse and worse and worse. “His bowels started to pass out of his diaper and he smelled like rotten meat.”
Doctors urged Shelley to unplug him. Shelley went out to the hall.
Shelley talked in her mind. It went something like this, “You told me to do this energy transfer and I did, so now what?”
At that moment, she heard, “Shelley, come, he’s awake!” Shelley rushed into his room. There he was, sitting up and looking around.
For the next sixteen hours, Shelley held him and sang songs to him.
The doctors came in to the room and said, “We have to send you out of ICU. Your son’s not sick enough to be here.
“The burn marks from the paddles were gone and he smelled like new babies.”
The doctors explained further, “We’re sending you to recovery, but your son will never walk and never talk. He will never be your son again.”
Within three days, Evan said, “Mommy, I gotta poop.” Shelley walked to the bathroom with her son.
The story doesn’t end there.
Seven months later, Shelley was driving. She heard that same voice, the one from her near death experience. It said, “Hello, dear one.” Shelley felt so much bliss and joy from the presence of the beings that she thought she would explode. In fact, she almost lost control of her car.
The beings told her that what she did for her dying son with a small group of people, she could do for a dying planet with a large group of people. They explained that the earth can be healed with an energy transfer from a large group of people and they gave her the date and time; July 17, 2007, 11:11 GMT.
In Part 4 of her video, Shelley explains that she did not want the project. She began looking for people who would take the project on.
Shelley shared the story of her near death experience and subsequent visits from the majestic beings hoping that someone would take the responsibility from her. But, no one would. They all said it was her project to do.
One day, Shelley met Annie. Annie told Shelley that fifteen years ago, an angel came to her and told her someone was coming to her with a project and that one hour of human time could change the course of humanity. The angel told Annie she was to be an assistant to the one coming with the project.
Shelley said to Annie, “You’re crazier than me.” Shelley went home.
Annie persisted with phone calls to Shelley until finally one day, Annie said to Shelley, “You owe those beings a debt of gratitude. Every day you play with your son. Every day you love and kiss your son. Every day you have your baby in your arms. The most you can do is follow their instructions.”
Annie guilt-ed Shelley into the project and with the help of Annie’s husband, Fire The Grid ignited.
The purpose of Fire The Grid is to collectively lift our fields for a one hour time period. The first one hour time period took place on July 17, 2007. The latest one took place November 11, 2011.
Shelley explains how to walk the path.
1) Do no harm and it must start with yourself first.
2) Do everything with honesty and integrity.
3) Find your human joy and be thankful for the opportunity.
Shelley further explains there are three things to do every day to lift your field.
1) Lift your field from “me me me” to sharing and giving. Practice random acts of kindness.
2) Lift your field by finding your joy and being grateful.
3) Lift your field by listening to uplifting music.
I hope you enjoyed this miracle story. All of the information came from the eight part video series and Shelley’s website. I’ve posted part 1 of the video series below for you to listen to. Please check out Shelley’s website for the full details about the project and download some very uplifting music.
Part 1
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