Robert Marshall’s story sits at the collision point between medicine and mystery. By every clinical measure, he should not have returned—much less with memory, personality, and clarity intact. Yet he describes those missing hours not as darkness, but as presence: towering trees, living colors, and a love so total it erased fear itself. For him, the miracle is not only that he survived, but that he woke up certain heaven is real and that Jesus personally sent him back.

Others see it differently. Neurologists point to oxygen loss, trauma, and the brain’s final fireworks. Skeptics hear a man interpreting catastrophe through the lens of his faith. But whether you believe Robert encountered God or his own subconscious, his experience changed everything for him—and challenges the rest of us to confront a question we spend our lives avoiding: if consciousness doesn’t end at death, what are we really living for now?