To borrow a phrase from Mark Twain…
Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
I died a violent death on the Winter Solstice of 1981, in a very bad car accident. The irony of it is that I was IN the car to go donate blood.
My right side was pretty much crushed. The list of injuries was long…including a scapula (shoulder blade) fracture which has a 70% fatality rate associated with it. That bone is not terribly important by itself unless you are an athlete, but the amount of force required to fracture it is normally great enough to cause a great deal of other damage, as in my case. I was quite literally knocked out of my body.
Immediately, I found myself climbing a staircase of what appeared to be marble, hanging in the clouds. I was intercepted by a man who I at first assumed was Jesus, but on later reflection it is more likely to have been my own “higher self”, as he looked like me. He said “You’re not through yet”. At that moment I received what I call a brain dump. If you remember the movie “The Matrix”, when Trinity “learned” to fly the helicopter…it was like that. Massive amounts of information transferred instantly. Salient at the time were pictures of my then future children. There was more in the dump, and some of it bubbles up from time to time in the form of Deja Vu or just “knowing” something I have not “learned” in this present realm of existence.
At any rate, I knew enough to accept and responded “You’re right”. The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital with tubes hanging out of me after 12 days. It was a Sunday night…midnight, so actually Monday morning. I remember because my family had brought me my radio and I was listening to a station that went off the air at midnight on Sunday night. There was another station I liked which was relatively new and stayed on the air 24/7, but I did not recall it at that moment. I remember getting up and walking out of my room, taking the wheeled stand that had my IV’s and catheter bag on it. I went to another floor of the hospital and found a couch in a waiting area and sat down. I have no clue why. They found me and walked me back to my room, which was a private room at my father’s request. I spent nine days in ICU and then a week in a private room.
My body was in no condition to support life, but I still had…have…things to do here. They had me jacked up on IV Morphine as the pain was phenomenal…until I told them I didn’t need it anymore. I was a total of 9 days on a Morphine drip…which is “you’re addicted” level for most people. Evidently I knew when to cut it off.
All told the hospital report was 155 pages long, and I used 42 pints of blood by the time they got all the leaks stopped. So much for “donating a pint”. An adult male typically has 13 pints or so in his system, so approximately three times what I held was used. Injuries included ruptured spleen, ruptured bladder, traumatic brain injury, bruised kidneys, punctured lung and bruised “body”. I woke up to being bruised “black” over about 80% of my body. Bones broken were two teeth, cracked vertebra, broken scapula, pelvic fracture in three places and four cracked ribs…one of which was responsible for the punctured lung…missing my heart by virtue of it being contracted at that instant.
The whole “Out Of Body” part of the scene only lasted a couple of minutes to the best of my estimation. I liken it to leaving the office early and being intercepted by a coworker and reminded of a project not finished. Nothing particularly other worldly or ethereal except the marble stairs hanging in clouds. I don’t recall seeing or meeting anyone else at that time.
I was the first customer for the local “Jaws of Life”. They had to fly in most of the blood by helicopter from 80 miles away as I am a rare type and the highways were icy, and most of what they gave me was the universal donor type of O-. Several “coincidences” had to have happened or I would not have been able to come back and stay.
What I can say with absolute certainty is…
- I existed before, and likely you as well.
- There is some sort of agreement to my being here, and likely you as well.
- I will continue to exist after my current “meat suit” is absolutely incapable of containing my spirit/soul anymore, and it is likely you will as well once your’s is done.
- When on “the other side”, all knowledge and information needed is right there. You just know. The body of knowledge available there is what the Hebrew Mystics refer to as the Akashic Record. Some Native American tribes refer to it as “The River of Knowing”. Deja Vu comes from it, as do visions and prophetic knowings, and remote viewing. Everything that has ever happened, is happening or ever will happen is there for the knowing.
I think it likely that part of the agreement to be here includes being cut off from the Akashic…for the most part. Seers and prophets are not so cut off, and apparently almost everybody can “Remote View”. For more on Remote Viewing, watch “Third Eye Spies” which is available here and on YouTube.
Fast forward 11 years and I’m seeing the pictures again, with my small children. Little girl about 5 and a boy of 18 months or so who looked like me. Woman behind them in the picture is pregnant with my youngest daughter.
Yes, existence continues. It is not a “Heaven/Hell” thing either, but something much larger, and not to be feared. Selling indulgences and pushing the doctrine of “Hell” and “Salvation” (and claiming to have the ONLY way to avoid Hell and gain Heaven) is a means to control the masses through fear…to keep them under control and to extract “offerings”.