People say when you’re near death, you either see light or darkness. But no one ever talks about what happens when you’re caught between both, when you’re stuck in a place where nothing makes sense, but everything is terrifyingly real.

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It started like a normal Friday evening. I had just gotten home from work, feeling a little lightheaded. I lay down to rest, not knowing I would wake up two weeks later in a hospital bed, surrounded by confused doctors and a weeping family.

I had slipped into a coma.

Doctors couldn’t explain it. No trauma, no head injury, no stroke, nothing. My vitals were stable, but my mind had gone somewhere else. And where I went… I still struggle to talk about.

In those two weeks, I wasn’t just unconscious, I was somewhere. Somewhere dark. I remember walking through endless dry land, voices screaming from far away. Faces I didn’t recognize kept showing up and disappearing. A tall, faceless man kept chasing me. Every time he got close, my chest would tighten, like I couldn’t breathe. And yet, I wasn’t dead.

One night, I saw my late grandfather. He didn’t speak, but he pointed toward a distant mountain. Then he vanished. I woke up drenched in sweat, still in that coma state, watching from outside my own body. I was trapped in my spirit.

Back in the real world, my family was panicking. My mother said she heard me crying in my sleep, actual tears rolling down. But I wasn’t waking up.

Doctors suggested taking me off machines. But my sister refused. She had been told of a spiritual healer who dealt with unusual cases like mine, spiritual attacks, soul entrapments, and unexplained comas. Desperate, she contacted Kiwanga Doctors.

They listened to her. They explained that what I was experiencing wasn’t just medical, it was a spiritual ambush. Jealousy and ancestral debts had put me in a limbo between life and death.

Kiwanga Doctors immediately began a powerful soul recovery and cleansing process from a distance. They burned sacred herbs, chanted specific names connected to my lineage, and sent my sister protective oil and charms to place around my bed.

She did exactly as told.

Two days later, my fingers moved.

Then my eyes fluttered open.

I remember gasping like I had been drowning, and when I looked around, I burst into tears. I was back.

The doctors were shocked. They said my recovery was “unexplainable.” But my family knew what had saved me. It wasn’t medicine, it was divine intervention and powerful spiritual restoration.

Since then, my life has never been the same. I feel more alive, more connected, more protected. And yes, I remember everything from the coma. That place I was trapped in? I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

If your loved one is battling mysterious illnesses, comas, or spiritual darkness that doctors can’t explain, please don’t wait. Seek help beyond what science can offer. There are things that only the spirit can understand.

For assistance, contact Kiwanga Doctors at +254116469840, visit www.kiwangadoctors.co.ke, or email [email protected].
They saved me. I believe they can save many more.