title: Glimpses of Eternity: New Near Death Experiences
author: Arvin S. Gibson
description: Arvin Gibson has filled numerous teaching and service positions in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He has been a bishop, a counselor in a Stake Presidency, a High Counselor, an Elder's Quorum President, and a teacher of numerous classes. Arvin graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in Engineering from the University of California. He took post-graduate courses in engineering and management. For many years he worked and performed research in the field of nuclear engineering. He then joined Utah Power and Light Company where he eventually became an Executive Vice President. Arvin met his wife, Carol, at the LDS Institute of Religion at the University of California in Berkeley and they were married in 1950. They are the parents of four children and have twelve grandchildren. Arvin and Carol have both performed extensive research in the field of near-death experiences. They are the authors of three widely-read books on life-after-death experiences which present the results of their numerous interviews: Glimpses of Eternity, Echoes From Eternity, and Journeys Beyond Life. Arvin and Carol are active in a local chapter of the International Association of Near Death Experiences (IANDS of Utah).
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  There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your
  philosophy.
  
  
  
  
  
  — Shakespeare
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  We may not pay Satan reverence, for that would be indiscreet, but we can at
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  — Mark Twain
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER ONE
  
  
  
  
  
  Death surrounded her. She faced it daily, dreamed of it nightly. Lived with it
  always. She knew its sounds, its scents, even its texture. She could look it
  in its dark and clever eye without a flinch. Death was a tricky foe, she knew.
  One flinch, one blink, and it could shift, it could change. It could win.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ten years as a cop hadn’t hardened her toward it. A decade on the force hadn’t
  made her accept it. When she looked death in the eye, it was with the cold
  steel of the warrior.
  
  
  
  
  
  Eve Dallas looked at death now. And she looked at one of her own.
  
  
  
  
  
  Frank Wojinski had been a good cop, solid. Some would have said plodding. He’d
  been af