Shawn Barry Farewell | He Died, Came Back, and Saw What Was Waiting | Part 1 of 2

Tonight on Veritas our special guest is Shawn Barry Farewell. And I want you to stay with me for the next two minutes because what I am about to tell you defies almost every category we normally use to make sense of the world.

Shawn Barry Farewell is not a mystic. He is not a preacher. He is a man who was born in 1964 in Canada who spent his entire life walking directly toward things most people spend their entire lives running from.

At five years old he nearly died of an asthma attack. At ten, a car hit him. The driver, shaking and weeping at his father's door that same afternoon, told his father something that would never fully leave the family. He said: "I saw your son go through my car."

In 1994 Shawn was thirty years old and dying. Terminal lymphoma. Nine months of chemotherapy. His doctors told him playing hockey would kill him. He played four nights a week anyway.

And then one night, three orbs of light came for him. He floated above his body. He looked down and saw himself lying next to his fiancée. The pain was gone. Everything was gone except this total overwhelming sense of love and belonging and a voice that told him it was not yet his time.

He came back. And when the surgeons cut him open for what should have been a fifteen-minute biopsy, they found something no surgeon had ever documented in medical literature. They spent six hours inside him. His cancer did not return.

One year later, 20% of scar tissue that surgeons had deliberately left in his lung because it was too dangerous to remove was simply gone.

That is only the first half of this story.

In 2011, Shawn posted a photograph on Facebook of a haunted house he had lived in during the late 1980s in Montreal. Within four hours, clairvoyants from around the world were warning him the photograph contained visible evil spirits in the windows. One of them was right about exactly which window to look at.

A woman named Carolyn contacted him. She told him his deceased father was at the fishing hole and that the people Shawn had privately arranged to meet his father on the other side had come. Shawn had never told that to a single living person.

What followed was a confrontation with a dark entity that had held souls captive for decades, a spiritual gateway in his own basement captured on video, a miscarried daughter who answered when his wife called out to her, and a face Shawn saw on a screen during a Skype session that his friend confirmed was God.

This is a man who has been told no by the other side three times. A man whose medical records contain things his doctors could not explain. A man who spent fifteen years writing it all down, not because he wanted to be believed, but because he believes the souls still waiting in the dark deserve a witness.