Divine Signs & Dying Again

Divine Signs & Dying Again!

I had to have abdominal surgery on July 13, 2001 following an auto accident on May 25, 2001. The night before the surgery, the Anesthesiologist telephoned me at home to ask questions about my medical history, including any previous reactions to anesthesia. I responded to his questions, and then added, "Well, I don't think this had anything to do with anesthesia, but I died on the operating table in 1962."

"Ohhh, tell me about that," the anesthesiologist urged.

I told him of dying on the operating table at one minute before midnight on Holy Saturday and being resurrected 2 minutes and 22 seconds later on Easter Sunday, telling him of my experience in great detail, at his insistence. Usually, I do not tell medical doctors of my Divine Signs, nor do I mention the April Fool - this time, I told him the details of this, including that Easter Sunday in 1962 was, indeed, April First.

He gasped, there was a moment of silence, when he revealed, "April First is my birthday."

"No! Nooo! You are putting me on!" I exclaimed.

"True, honest, my birthday is April Fool's Day!"

Greg was sitting in the rocker in my living room. My eyes were wide as saucers when I spoke to Greg without bothering to cover the telephone, "Greg, Greg! my anesthesiologist's birthday is April Fool's Day!" Greg shook his head in disbelief before answering, "naw, he's pullin' your leg".

The anesthesiologist promised he could show me his driver's license to prove it. I relayed the promise to Greg who was visibly shaken by the news.

"I just want to tell you that I think it is my time to leave this planet, that I have fulfilled my promise to the White Light. I do not want you to take this personally, doctor."

"Not on my watch!"

"We shall see, it will not have been anything you have done, I want you to know that!"

"Not on my watch!" was all the anesthesiologist would say before he bid me goodnight and said he would see me in the morning.

I could actually feel my cells vibrating throughout my body as I returned the headset to the telephone base.

"Can you believe it, Greg? His birthday is April Fool! A Divine Sign! Another Divine Sign that this is part of fulfilling my promise to the White Light! I know it is my time! Finally, I have finally fulfilled my promise to the White Light!"

Greg was stunned, but assured me, "Aw no, you're going to be fine!"

Greg left to get a bit of sleep because he had to return to take me to the hospital at 4:45 a.m. I was totally buzzed. I could not sleep. I rechecked my paperwork. Made certain that I had the Do Not Resuscitate notarized paperwork and the Healthcare Primary and Secondary authorizations in my folder. Greg had my Power of Attorney as Primary Healthcare decision maker should I be unable to make my wishes known. I told Greg at least 10 times, no life support, no resuscitation, just let me go. I had my holographic Last Will & Testament and a file folder filled with various documents to make it easy for Greg to handle my estate.

My health had been deteriorating for years. I was unable to work, weary of the chronic pain and spending my time going from doctor to doctor for all of my different health challenges. Each diagnosis was more dire, each prognosis depressing, coupled with the adamant news from each physician of "untreatable".

I was weary. Tired of taking up space. My soul yearned to be free of this body and return to The White Light. I was absolutely positive this would be my last night.

As I closed the file folder, I looked around my little beach cottage, seeing my belongings in a different light. I thought to myself, "None of all these things I have thought so precious and important are going to mean anything to anyone else.

I made mental notes to tell Greg to take what he wanted, and ask my sisters if there was anything they wanted - probably only my family photo albums.

"This is the sum of my life," I mused aloud. "This is the sum of my life in other people's eyes." I laughed aloud, a hearty laugh. "I am taking the most important part of my life with me, "The love I have given and received, the gamut of experiences, the adventures, the disappointments, incredible joy, and my Soul would be free! Hmmm! Really, Greg could just order a dumpster and toss it all in, none of these material objects were of any true value. They were only useful conveniences for my physical body.

After showering, I crawled into bed, holding my sweet dog Sunshine closer than usual. Both my cats, Thunder and Lightning also slept on the bed for the few hours left until Greg would arrive to take me to the hospital for my surgery. My devoted companions cuddled closer as I snuggled under the covers to sleep, a deep peace flooding over me as I closed my eyes.

Dancing On The Clouds

The anesthesiologist had connected the numerous leads on my skull to the EEG (Electro-Encephalograph) Monitor. He put me under anesthesia.

The surgeon made the large incision, following the scar from the previous surgery on my abdomen from exploratory surgery in 1962 when I died on the operating table the first time. This time, the surgeon continued the incision at the bottom of the scar creating a curve - making the huge incision a large J, reaching just above my pubic hair - if it had been there since it was shaved that morning.

I had told Greg, my female surgeon, and Mark the Anesthesiologist, that I was ready to make my transition. I had lived my life and I knew that now it was my time. I told the both the surgeon and the anesthesiologist not to take it personally, or to feel guilty. Mark, the anesthesiologist, kept shaking his head as he said, "Oh no, you don't! Not on my watch!"

I had told Greg, and both the surgeon and Mark that I was going "dancing on the clouds" during surgery. I KNEW it was my time. I wanted my soul to leave my body doing something I loved -dancing!

The monitors all had normal readings, the surgery was progressing normally, when suddenly the EEG Monitor alarm sound began to wail, and would not stop. Mark rapidly checked the leads to my scalp, checked the leads to the monitor - everything was in order! Still, the alarm on the EEG Monitor was deafening in the huge operating suite.

My heart was steadily beating - totally normal. My breathing rate could not have been any more normal. Yet, the EEG Monitor indicated I was flat-lining. I was brain dead! This was physically impossible! The brain regulates the heart and the respiration. It is impossible to live without brain function! Yet, that is exactly what all the medical personnel were experiencing that morning at Scripps Encinitas Hospital in that operating room.

For 13 minutes, I was brain dead. The alarm announcing totally flat brain waves - brain dead! I was brain dead!

That was their perspective.

I was having a totally different experience!

(To be continued...)

Rare Planetary Traffic Jam
April 4, 2002 08:10 CST

My friend, Janna, emailed me the link to a site because she knows I have an interest in planetary alignments. She did not realize there was a Divine Sign on the page!

In the Middle East, this pyramid-shaped specter will hang directly above Bethlehem. Oddly enough, more than 2,000 years ago, this same grouping of planets may have caught the attention of the Biblical Magi.

On April 1, 2 B.C., the planets Mars, Saturn and Venus came together to form a perfect equilateral triangle over the city of Bethlehem. Now, in the 21st Century, amid the turmoil taking place in the Middle East, the ancient Roman gods of Love, War and Agriculture/Wisdom, are coming together to look down upon this war-ravaged landscape once again.

On April 1, 2003, war against Iraq (originally Mesopotamia) raged, Israel feared bombing by the Iraqis. The entire Middle East is inflamed.

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