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One man’s remarkable journey and his conversations with God..
Samples from the book.
NOVEMBER 8, 2015
… it was just another autumn Saturday, I was helping my girlfriend deal with a very large tree on her property that threatened her building. We had hired a logger to fell a tree, and we were to limb it and run the branches through a shredder, her two teenage daughters were there to help. That day was no surprise to me and what was in store.
I was considered very cavalier, very little regard for my financial future and I enjoyed the days as an artist, and medicine man. I would tell my friends I would live to be 120, like my old ancestors, and up till that day I was extremely healthy. I did have a secret, a secret I would never share with anyone, I knew I was going to die. Days before I heard an owl calling outside my window. My whole life I’ve been able to see into times yet lived. Being right most the time reassured me.
I thought, how and what do I do when I know my death is near? What would I do? What does someone do when you know your time is near? I gave it a lot of thought. I came to this conclusion; I was supposed to be doing what I wanted and needed to do all my life. I didn’t want to taint my relationships with this knowledge. I knew I had led an extraordinary life. I attended great art schools and met and was friends with the leading artist of the future. I had raised four children and met and married two beautiful ladies. I had the terrible event of burying my son who died of leukemia at the age of 20. My three daughters are still with me. I had lived in five states, met great people, and had a great life, I didn’t want to ruin that, I didn’t want sympathy or sadness around me. I knew there would be time for that later.
I had witnessed many deaths while at Children’s Hospital. I watched my mother leave and my great-grand aunt go home. I buried my mother, my father, grandparents, aunts, and uncles, and too many cousins and way too many at Children’s Hospital. I knew how death was death within our world.
I had my first brush with death as a young boy. It was a sunny warm day, and I had a sore throat. Our town was very small, and the hospital was where the doctor visits, my mom and aunt drove me there, I don’t remember seeing the doctor, that story was told to me by my mother, I was only about four years old. My sore throat was treated with codeine, I think about that now and know that cures nothing, so I was given a dose of codeine, and we left, I remember getting in the back seat of the car looking up at the seat, and my mother asked me if I was, ok? I said, “yes, I’m ok,” then reached to get in and collapsed.
My mother picked me up and rushed me back in the hospital she put me on a bed and ran looking for a doctor, she found a doctor after some time and somehow, I was revived. What they didn’t know is I was allergic to codeine, and my
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looking up she saw me standing at the end of the bed, in front of me were my great great-great grandfather, and my son Joe, all this time my body was lying in bed, she watched as I pleaded with my grandfather to go back with him, he replied I had to stay here, I again pleaded, I don’t want to stay her I want to with you, no he said, I turned to Joe and pleaded to go back with him, he said also, no dad you have to stay here, all this time my girlfriend watched and was shocked by what she was witnessing, and then, my grandfather and son disappeared and I fell back into my body, when I was fully back in my body I was overcome with pain. The most tremendous pain I could ever imagine.
Like I had learned to do as an adult, when I would get hurt, I would be still and assess my pains and injury, and I went through a whole body check until I got to my hair, and yes, even my hair hurt, I began to scream as loud as I could, I thought in my mind I was screaming, but with a tube in my throat I was at best making groaning sounds To everyone’s shock I had returned. At a point where no one returns from. My vison was just a little pinpoint, and the pain was overwhelming.
I began my return, I was furious, very mad, I had just been in heaven and now I was thrown back into this world. My room was immediately filled with visitors, some I recognized others I didn’t know; everything was a fuzzy, my vision was a little pinpoint, I hated people looking down on me. I had no idea what happened to me or where I was, or what time had passed, I told my girlfriend I had to get going I had to go to work, or they would fire me, I had no idea five days had passed. So, there I was, I had no use of my limbs, and I recalled my father telling me something as a young child,” if you ever