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I have physical evidence that I have conversed with a higher power. It is something that has happened to me hundreds of times and I can prove it.
I will share with you a few instances for now.
On Feb. 2nd 2000 a being dressed in a brown robe took me to a room made of stone with torches on the wall for light. He cried out "Scribe!" and a younger monk brought a large book and laid it on the edge of a large stone alter about two feet high.
The older monk and I both sat on the edge of the alter facing each other and he began to look through the book. The book was written in sandscript and he read to me from it. It was the book of life.
He told me "Your mother will die of a brain aneurysm in the next 90 days." and with that I was returned to my body.
I called my mother the next day and pleaded with her to get a cat scan. In spite of the fact that my family noticed I had a profound psychic ability at about age four, she was a magical thinking person and denied that it would happen.
On March 3rd of 2000 (a month later) my mom sat down and wrote me a letter and in it she wrote that she didn't think she would have an aneurysm. She included a booklet from New York Life on maintaining proper brain health, sealed it up and placed it in her out basket at her home office.
She then had a brain aneurysm and I pulled the plug two weeks later. It was 45 days after I had the experience. (in the middle of the prediction)
When I was back home for her funeral in Montana, my father in law handed me the letter that had not gotten mailed.
The last thing she did in this life was validate my psychic ability and her magical thinking in the form of denial. She never once had any reason to doubt me, instead, had uncounted reasons to believe me. I keep her letter with her death certificate that states the cause of death as an aneurysm.
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I was injured in a BASE jumping accident. I had five parachutes at the time and felt that I was going to pass near the middle of August so I started giving my gear away. I have been a skydiver for decades and didn't want to give parachutes a bad name so I decided I would go out and make a last few jumps off a 1000' cliff with my friend Steve Mulholland and then give him my two BASE rigs after the jumps. This was during the first week of August and don't remember the exact date.
On the second jump, my parachute opened backwards and slammed me into the wall and the first impact tore my foot off near the ankle. Subsequent impacts generally beat the **** out of me.
The parachute was ripped to shreds and my foot had tangled up and wrapped around some lines and the parachute was the size of a garbage bag. About 50 feet off the ground, I looked over my shoulder and saw that I as going 50MPH and was going to land in a jagged boulder field.
I have seen jumpers fall to their death and sometimes they survive for a short time if the speed is low enough with a malfunctioning canopy. So I did not try and protect my head and just looked up at the sky and relaxed because I knew I was going to die.
10 feet off the ground something caught me and gently laid me down on the only flat boulder around. It was though there were arms under my back and legs. I can't explain that.
When I got to the hospital they reattached my leg but I got a horrible staff infection in the bone and had to spend two months in hospital receiving huge doses of antibiotics through a hickman catheter in my chest.
Normally, I would never use my psychic ability to help myself. I have always used to help others. It is an integrity thing that keeps me honest. I knew that if I was going to save my leg, I would have to use that ability for myself and did.
The way I got control of my medical care was to tell the nurse when they awoke me what the headlines on the paper would be. They knew I had no way of knowing this and after a few days, they brought in a big time shrink who asked if he could study me.
I agreed and for the whole two months he spent a few hours a day in my room just asking about everything. Mostly they wanted to know why some people can and some can't.
Without knowing it, I read the anesthesiologist during a surgery. They gave me a spinal and something they call milk of amnesia so you don't remember anything. The anesthesiologist was a woman and she kept coming to my room day after day to chat and finally I said to her "you like me huh." She laughed and said "yes but you said you would have a dream for me."
Immediately knew what she was talking about since I would tell someone that if I was going to try and help them. She told me that during surgery I had told her about every death that bothered her and she had started crying and the doctor made her intubate me and put me out.
After about a week, the head of the orthopedics department wrote in the doctors orders "This patient needs to be involved in his medical care. Accommodate him even if you think he is wrong."
They then had a staff meeting with the entire dept. and the people were told "we have never had someone like this here before. We need the two of the best nurses to agree to not take a day off for the next two months to take care of this person.
I had caught every mistake they made for the first week and was never wrong about any aspect of my medical care.
I put it to the test. I wrote prescriptions, told them what they could and could not do in surgeries, ran my own tests, did my own diagnostics and just to remind my nurses daily who was in charge, had them push me down to the supply area where I would pick out something I wanted. To this day I have a huge trunk filled with medical gear in the garage. :-)
Toward the end, I did some training on the doctors and nurses and then decided they could not do the surgery I needed to save my leg so I told them I will find my answer in Seattle, the doctor will have little beads and the hospital will sound like bay watch. I AMA's out of the hospital and headed for Seattle.
Within an hour of arriving in Seattle, I was at a hospital called Harborview, the doctor was doing an experimental procedure where he made a string of beads composed of bone cement and strong antibiotics far above what my entire system could take and placed that against the bone for two weeks after a free flap surgery. It worked!
Maybe that explains why I was the only person that figured out how all free energy machines work and posted that information. That may also explain why I don't kindly to some magical thinking idiot insulting my intelligence. There is nothing I can't know.
And no... I am not going to do dog tricks to amuse you.
I have figured out how to cure cancer for $10.00, prevent the common cold, cure aids for $1.00 and so on.
None of came from me, it came through me. I don't own any of it.
I am an aeithiest even though I have had hundreds of experiences that prove I have communicated with a higher power. My understanding of that and the universe is shaped by my own experiences. I not out to change anyones beliefs.
That being said, just like I don' have any use for a magical thinking nut case, neither does God.
Knowledge is experience.
There are things that I know and things that I do not know.
I do not know what I do not know.
Psychic ability is nothing more than a level of sensitivity and a level of integrity that most people can't imagine even exists.
Ironic, but in order to know God, you have to stop the magical thinking of believing in God. The world is a perfect lie so that you can find the perfect truth.
That ability can also be a curse. I am cursed by knowing what is going to happen in the future. I am cursed by being able to see all the lies people tell. The lies they tell themselves bother me the most.
An example of a curse:
I was at a law office and predicted the kobe Japan Earthquake to a lady attorney. I told her the date, how many people would die, the magnitude and location. Being an attorney, she wrote it all down. Two weeks later when it unfolded as advertised, she was blown away. 30 days later she was living in my home and her stupid horse was living in 5 acres behind the house.
It was the longest year of my life getting her to move out and take her stupid horse with her.
I will share with you a few instances for now.
On Feb. 2nd 2000 a being dressed in a brown robe took me to a room made of stone with torches on the wall for light. He cried out "Scribe!" and a younger monk brought a large book and laid it on the edge of a large stone alter about two feet high.
The older monk and I both sat on the edge of the alter facing each other and he began to look through the book. The book was written in sandscript and he read to me from it. It was the book of life.
He told me "Your mother will die of a brain aneurysm in the next 90 days." and with that I was returned to my body.
I called my mother the next day and pleaded with her to get a cat scan. In spite of the fact that my family noticed I had a profound psychic ability at about age four, she was a magical thinking person and denied that it would happen.
On March 3rd of 2000 (a month later) my mom sat down and wrote me a letter and in it she wrote that she didn't think she would have an aneurysm. She included a booklet from New York Life on maintaining proper brain health, sealed it up and placed it in her out basket at her home office.
She then had a brain aneurysm and I pulled the plug two weeks later. It was 45 days after I had the experience. (in the middle of the prediction)
When I was back home for her funeral in Montana, my father in law handed me the letter that had not gotten mailed.
The last thing she did in this life was validate my psychic ability and her magical thinking in the form of denial. She never once had any reason to doubt me, instead, had uncounted reasons to believe me. I keep her letter with her death certificate that states the cause of death as an aneurysm.
---------------------------------
I was injured in a BASE jumping accident. I had five parachutes at the time and felt that I was going to pass near the middle of August so I started giving my gear away. I have been a skydiver for decades and didn't want to give parachutes a bad name so I decided I would go out and make a last few jumps off a 1000' cliff with my friend Steve Mulholland and then give him my two BASE rigs after the jumps. This was during the first week of August and don't remember the exact date.
On the second jump, my parachute opened backwards and slammed me into the wall and the first impact tore my foot off near the ankle. Subsequent impacts generally beat the **** out of me.
The parachute was ripped to shreds and my foot had tangled up and wrapped around some lines and the parachute was the size of a garbage bag. About 50 feet off the ground, I looked over my shoulder and saw that I as going 50MPH and was going to land in a jagged boulder field.
I have seen jumpers fall to their death and sometimes they survive for a short time if the speed is low enough with a malfunctioning canopy. So I did not try and protect my head and just looked up at the sky and relaxed because I knew I was going to die.
10 feet off the ground something caught me and gently laid me down on the only flat boulder around. It was though there were arms under my back and legs. I can't explain that.
When I got to the hospital they reattached my leg but I got a horrible staff infection in the bone and had to spend two months in hospital receiving huge doses of antibiotics through a hickman catheter in my chest.
Normally, I would never use my psychic ability to help myself. I have always used to help others. It is an integrity thing that keeps me honest. I knew that if I was going to save my leg, I would have to use that ability for myself and did.
The way I got control of my medical care was to tell the nurse when they awoke me what the headlines on the paper would be. They knew I had no way of knowing this and after a few days, they brought in a big time shrink who asked if he could study me.
I agreed and for the whole two months he spent a few hours a day in my room just asking about everything. Mostly they wanted to know why some people can and some can't.
Without knowing it, I read the anesthesiologist during a surgery. They gave me a spinal and something they call milk of amnesia so you don't remember anything. The anesthesiologist was a woman and she kept coming to my room day after day to chat and finally I said to her "you like me huh." She laughed and said "yes but you said you would have a dream for me."
Immediately knew what she was talking about since I would tell someone that if I was going to try and help them. She told me that during surgery I had told her about every death that bothered her and she had started crying and the doctor made her intubate me and put me out.
After about a week, the head of the orthopedics department wrote in the doctors orders "This patient needs to be involved in his medical care. Accommodate him even if you think he is wrong."
They then had a staff meeting with the entire dept. and the people were told "we have never had someone like this here before. We need the two of the best nurses to agree to not take a day off for the next two months to take care of this person.
I had caught every mistake they made for the first week and was never wrong about any aspect of my medical care.
I put it to the test. I wrote prescriptions, told them what they could and could not do in surgeries, ran my own tests, did my own diagnostics and just to remind my nurses daily who was in charge, had them push me down to the supply area where I would pick out something I wanted. To this day I have a huge trunk filled with medical gear in the garage. :-)
Toward the end, I did some training on the doctors and nurses and then decided they could not do the surgery I needed to save my leg so I told them I will find my answer in Seattle, the doctor will have little beads and the hospital will sound like bay watch. I AMA's out of the hospital and headed for Seattle.
Within an hour of arriving in Seattle, I was at a hospital called Harborview, the doctor was doing an experimental procedure where he made a string of beads composed of bone cement and strong antibiotics far above what my entire system could take and placed that against the bone for two weeks after a free flap surgery. It worked!
Maybe that explains why I was the only person that figured out how all free energy machines work and posted that information. That may also explain why I don't kindly to some magical thinking idiot insulting my intelligence. There is nothing I can't know.
And no... I am not going to do dog tricks to amuse you.
I have figured out how to cure cancer for $10.00, prevent the common cold, cure aids for $1.00 and so on.
None of came from me, it came through me. I don't own any of it.
I am an aeithiest even though I have had hundreds of experiences that prove I have communicated with a higher power. My understanding of that and the universe is shaped by my own experiences. I not out to change anyones beliefs.
That being said, just like I don' have any use for a magical thinking nut case, neither does God.
Knowledge is experience.
There are things that I know and things that I do not know.
I do not know what I do not know.
Psychic ability is nothing more than a level of sensitivity and a level of integrity that most people can't imagine even exists.
Ironic, but in order to know God, you have to stop the magical thinking of believing in God. The world is a perfect lie so that you can find the perfect truth.
That ability can also be a curse. I am cursed by knowing what is going to happen in the future. I am cursed by being able to see all the lies people tell. The lies they tell themselves bother me the most.
An example of a curse:
I was at a law office and predicted the kobe Japan Earthquake to a lady attorney. I told her the date, how many people would die, the magnitude and location. Being an attorney, she wrote it all down. Two weeks later when it unfolded as advertised, she was blown away. 30 days later she was living in my home and her stupid horse was living in 5 acres behind the house.
It was the longest year of my life getting her to move out and take her stupid horse with her.
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