title: The Magnificent World of Spirits: Eyewitness Accounts of Where We Go When We Die
author:  Marlene Bateman Sullivan 
description: The Magnificent World of Spirits" is a very interesting read. It takes the reader on a journey into the Spirit World, giving him/her an amazing opportunity to understand more about death and the post-mortal life . . . which means that this is not a fast read. Instead, it's a teaching opportunity for the reader in receiving some very valuable facts concerning what happens after death, facts given by those who have actually had the opportunity to visit their world of Spirits and learn many eternal facts for themselves. --JoAnn H. Arnold (Amazon Verified Review)<br /><br />I really enjoyed this book. The accounts given about those who have had the chance to visit the Spirit World were very uplifting. I would recommend this book to anyone wanting to learn about this subject. --Amazon Verified Review<br /><br />This is a wonderful thoughtful compilation of persons' near death experiences. She has done a thorough job with relevant histories with quotes and experiences from lds church leaders. This is one of my favorites. --J. Moses (Amazon Verified Review)
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  Dedication
  
  
  For everybody who has asked, “When is Luc getting his story?” Here you go. And
  all of those who are asking about Mandy and Will? It’s coming, but it’s going
  to be a while. Quite a while.
  
  
  Always, for my family. I thank God for you.
  
  
  Prologue
  
  
  The woman stood alone in a courtyard of blood.
  
  
  The bodies that surrounded her looked more like meat than anything else.
  
  
  The man watching her from the shadows had lived through enough slaughters to
  recognize the one before him now.
  
  
  These people had been alive not that long ago. If he had only arrived sooner,
  he could have helped. It made no sense. Why was he here _now_?
  
  
  Perhaps whoever had killed them would come back for the lone survivor.
  
  
  She stood there, drenched in blood, her head bowed.
  
  
  Frowning, he eased closer, uncaring of the blood and gore. Some would fear it
  would stain the pristine white garments he wore, but the clothes never
  stained. Never showed signs of wear or weather. The wonder of that 