At two, I had my first near-death experience. My mother was pouring coffee from a percolator into a tall, lemonade glass. As she was pouring it, she forgot to put a spoon in the glass to conduct and reduce the heat.
I was very inquisitive at two and wanted to see what mom was up to. I pulled myself up to the table while she was pouring the very hot coffee. I remember as a little child seeing all the steam and thinking, “This is pretty amazing to watch this and see.” But as it was happening, I saw the glass fog up and then begin to crack. In that moment, as the glass shattered, I began to remove myself from my body. I didn’t do it on purpose; it was something that just happened.
The glass shattered and I felt the glass hit my body. I felt the hot coffee. I saw myself in the corner of the room watching the situation. My mother had turned quickly with the pot, shocked at what had happened. Forgetting that she had this pot in her hand, she continued to pour coffee. As I looked from the top of the room, I was looking down at my little body loose and limp on the floor.
At this point in time, someone held me in the corner. I just knew who it was. This was Jesus Christ, and he informed me that I didn’t have to experience any of the pain that was going on, that I would be just fine. What fascinates me to this day, is that he was talking to me like I’m talking to you – two adults having a conversation, and I totally got it. But the other fascinating thing was, I suddenly became aware of my mother’s thoughts. Jesus Christ started to tell me I was here just to observe, to witness my mother’s reaction to the situation. He said the lesson wasn’t for me; it was actually for her. Most people think that near-death experiences are all about you. Well, sometimes the lessons help someone else learn something. As the observer, I also learned.
As my mother looked at my body on the floor, she picked me up in her hands, and I just looked like a little Raggedy Ann doll. My body was limp without motion. I didn’t know if I was breathing or not. I saw my mom shocked. I saw her go to the stove and take the hand towel off the handle of the stove. Then I heard her mind. She said to herself, “Should I wrap her up or pat her dry?” And she had a dilemma about what to do at that moment. I watched, in awe of the whole situation, because I knew that I wasn’t in the body down there on the floor. Once in my mother’s arms, I thought it was pretty amazing. Again, Jesus reinforced to me, “You don’t need to experience any of this pain. This is about observing how your mother responds to this situation.”
The next thing I recall is my eldest brother running into the room after hearing my mom scream and

asking how he could assist. At that point, my mother told him to watch my other brothers while she left the house with me wrapped in a towel. She went out through the screen door down the walkway. The next thing I remember is standing with Jesus Christ at the door while I’m in his arms, yet I was watching my body leave the building down this long walkway, through a little picket fence, and to the other side where my mother and father’s woody station wagon was parked. I saw her open the station wagon, put my body inside the car on the front seat, and then get in on the driver’s side and drive away.
I was totally astonished. I thought she was going someplace without me! I was also aware of being in the presence of someone I perceived to be Jesus Christ, and he was holding me in his arms. I felt so safe in these arms. I knew nothing was going to happen to me. It would be okay.
The next thing I knew, I was moving through what I’ll describe as time and space. I saw very bright lights and a sense of harmonics or tones, as if you’re moving with a frequency. Next, I was aware that I was at the hospital and watching my mother speak to a man in green khaki clothing, who I perceived to be the doctor. She told him what had occurred while he tried to convince her to release me to him. My mother held on to me extremely tightly and tried to assess whether this is the right person to hand her daughter over to. In her head she thought, “Is this the right person? Is he the one that’s supposed to take care of her? Is he going to be able to do whatever is necessary?” All these kinds of thoughts were, like, running through my mind, and I listened to them, yet I was not my mother. I was outside of the world as we perceive it, in this consciousness of awareness.
After the doctor’s convincing statement of, “We can’t do anything for her until you let her go,” my mom handed my body over to him. At that moment in time, Jesus Christ said to me, “You have to go back now.” I was in shock, I think. Before I entered my body, he said, “Remember, you will feel no pain, and you’re going to be just fine.”

Remember — I had about 90% of my body burned by hot coffee right out of the percolator. What was in the glass was sufficient for a splash on the face and shoulders, but when my mom turned in shock with the pot, she poured more.
People ask me today whether I had a near-death experience or just an out-of-body experience? I will tell you, my body was inanimate. I had second and third degree burns on a good portion of my body, yet no one would know it today. I can see them. People that are intimate with me have seen my scars, but they’ve blended over the years, and I believe that this is because of what I was told. I was told that I wouldn’t experience any of the trauma of the event that had occurred. So, in that regard, I was healing in the hospital because they wouldn’t let me go home with my mother. They applied what I thought was golden goo (but I think it was probably honey) on my body, wrapped me up with bandages, and I stayed in the hospital.
My mom passed away about 22 years ago, and before she died, one of the things she said to me was, “I want to apologize for what I did to you.” I was perplexed by her statement. She continued, “You were so little when I burned you with that coffee.” I replied, “Well, Mom,

when I got old enough, I told you what had happened.” She said, “I know, but I still did it.”
I really believe my mom was trying to resolve something, even at the end, that was dealing with consciousness, her energy, her thoughts of guilt or disappointment in herself. But again, that was a life lesson, not for me, but for her. That’s what I was told. When I look back at it now, it was a lesson for me as well, because I learned that many times, when we’re moving through society in our lives, we need to be more observant. We need to be aware of other people’s impressions, thoughts, and feelings about situations and what’s going on in their lives. And I believe we often don’t do that.
To hear Rosamaria describe her healing transformation from cancer, her second NDE that opened her up to mediumship, scalar energy, and more, listen to her talk here: Former NASA Engineer, Healing Transformation via 2 NDEs & Scalar Energy ~Presented by Durham IANDS – IANDS Groups and Events or contact Rosamaria Machado, Rev. Dr., former USA/NASA Engineer, visionary healer, teacher, and life coach, at happymedium104@gmail.com.