True story - Of when I died on the operating table and what I saw on "the other side".

In 2005 I thought I had heartburn, only this time was different, I ached all over so i drove myself to the hospital and complained to them about chest pains.

They hurried me into emergency and hooked me up to all sorts of machines, gave me a shot or two and informed me I was going to have a heart attack. The dude telling me this was as cool and cruel as a cucumber as he frowned on smokers and it was my own fault as far as he was concerned.

Hmm, going to have a heart attack… a scary thought. I spoke with a nurse that didn’t have the same bed side manner as Dr. Death and she explained that I had a blood clot and it was jamming up in my heart as it came around they were giving me blood thinners in hopes to break it down before the heart attack. So after she left I could see the heart rate monitor and decided to try and concentrate on lowering my pulse as I figured the slower the beat the less travel of the blood clot... so I concentrated on a semi mediation prayer and scuba diving technique I learned years ago to conserve on air consumption at depth.

I managed to lower my rate to 24 beats per minute...this didn’t last long as they came running over, all concerned about the heart rate going down. I explained to them the technique I was using. They were not impressed, turned the monitor so I couldn’t see it and left me and my blood clot alone again. Well I guess it worked as I didn't have the heart attack and did no damage to the heart...the thinners did their thing. Now the tests etc…. Turns out I have some kind of condition from birth, abnormally small veins.

Plus add my appetite for all the things bad for you that, well, seem good. I had blockages of 80 and 90 % in a couple of areas so off to Victoria to get two stents inserted. At the time they gave me the angiogram I told them my mom had an allergic reaction to the dye and so they gave me a antihistamine or whatever to reduce the chances of an allergic reaction…it worked. They kept me in the hospital for 10 days or so as they wanted me to go to Victoria and get the stents in ... in that time i quit smoking which was all good ...flew me to Victoria and the process began.

There were a lot of folks down in Victoria getting the same thing; some old dudes and gals and quite a few young ones. A dude who burnt his heart out on hard drugs and a gal with the same story, a chick that was real angry at life and was blind. Of course I took my happy go lucky attitude and tried to cheer up some folks. I think they thought I was a bit weird or something because I wasn’t afraid of dying because i did have a belief.

It was strange because a buddy gave me a book that was very interesting, Signature of God, it was about prophecies... these predictions came from various contributors- Nostradamus, the Bible and others. The main focus was on the Bible as there was a lot in it.

One in particular struck me as different as it was compiled with odds and these were the same odds giving by the Vegas betting system. Seems some of these odds were in excess of a billion to one long shot. One in particular was that the Jews asked a prophet when the Jews would have their own country. The answer was 25000 or so months. I can't remember it exactly but the whole book was based on math and numbers don't lie. It seems that back on the day which was recorded in the prophecy that a Jewish month was 30 days with no exceptions. Taking the time of the prophet’s prediction and doing the math it lands on the exact day in 1945 in May, I think the 15th ... and that’s when they became a nation.

It was full of all sorts of prophesies that all made sense as I tend to analyze everything to death and numbers and math are somewhat fool proof. And I guess unbeknownst to me this was some sort of a trail period for bigger things to come… the operation that went bad.

They wheeled me in at about 9 am for the procedure and you can watch it on the video screen as they go through your arteries, they went in thru my wrist which was way better than my crotch from the last show and tell they did.

There were three docs and a couple of nurses and some dude in a control room. The screen was right there for me to watch and was way cool.

They said can you see and I said that I could.. but they forgot to see the info about the allergic reaction and I of course thought that would be on the record.. Wrong! And then POW!!! It was like i just stepped on some kind of stage or something, brilliant light like diamonds of every colour and all these faces, zillions of them and they were all happy to see me.

Blew my mind, but it was the nicest feeling I ever had in my life. Sort of a mixture of butterflies and love on a warm day, floating in a boat, is as close as I can describe. My first thought was gee, they like me which was odd knowing what a scoundrel i have been in my life. I felt unworthy, humble, elated and happy to cry all at once.

The place was brilliant in colours, it looked like a meadow with mountains and a horizon and sky etc. In the sky there was this giant face that was like kalian photography, brilliant white light came out from the face and bathed all in this shimmering diamond stuff which was a firmament i guess unlike any i had seen. Wherever I looked the shimmering leaves of a tree zoomed up and I saw it was made of zillions of tear drops and there was a face in every tear drop and they went on for ever. Everything was made of theses tear drops and the faces in them I recognized. i looked up to the sky it zoomed in. I heard voices in my head and it was all happy chatter and laughter. I saw my dad, my grandma and some kids who had died; Herman, Brad, Don, Chooch, and a lot of other kids and I also saw some infamous faces as well.

This face zoomed up and at first I didn’t recognize it. It was an older lady. She said “don’t you recognize me?” I said “no”. She went on to tell me I gave her my seat on the bus when I was going to The Bay with my grandma. I remembered instantly...I was 8 years old and my dad had been teaching me about chivalry and I gave the old lady my seat on the bus. It was really wild; I could smell the bus smells and see the event as if I was re-doing it.

Grandma tour guide.

I was so full of questions. The first questions I had were a lot of how comes??

All the voices in my head were quiet.

I said how come that dude is here?

That dude I was referring to was a very bad man who hurt a lot of people and was infamous for his evil actions.

Her reply was simple and straight forward ...she said “when they asked Jesus how do you get to heaven?”

his reply was to be as children and lucky for us we all were children at one time. The trials of life on earth, which is the devils domain, have robbed children of their innocence.

No one is born bad, all the children come back to the creator.

Besides, if a Muslim kid blew himself up to kill a bunch of infidels...his was an act of love for his own kind and the conditioning of his surroundings.

How could God turn that child away?

Made sense to me.

So next question?

Ok, how come God allows little kids to get abducted, raped, killed and all the horrible things that happen?

God in his big plan has Grace, something we are too ignorant to grasp.

First of all when you live forever, how you come and go is only relevant to the living.

The child was a lucky one, got to go home early, their’s is a higher calling.

Their life was purposeful as the ripple effect was created to fulfill Gods plan,

You can’t throw a stone in the water and not get a ripple.

Life as given, and death, has a ripple effect to all involved in that life-even the murder played a part, Grace is a gift that we are too stupid to understand because we don’t forget.

But our reason to be here is to surrender and believe everything happens for a reason.

That young girl had a higher calling; she got in and out early is all.

Meanwhile her spirit lives on in paradise and the pain was short. …eternity is a very long time.

Pain is forgotten with grace, as you can see there are all happy faces up here.

OK, well next question. How come there are so many different belief systems, Buddha, Allah, Vishnu and a bunch of other? Didn’t religion ruin the whole plan?

We are the stewards of our brothers and sisters but our sinful side wants control and we are selfish..

It starts with our cause and it is an individual thing.

Like when Jesus served his brothers and sisters as did many holy men thru out time it was the love of their own kind,

The need for company created the need for control but they all work for the same dude...referring to the giant face in the sky and Jesus is the dude that they work for.

You can put a bunch of children in the same room and sure there will be a few disagreements but in a very short while they all play together,

this is before they become selfish and self-serving.

That is why all the children come back to the Father and in the eyes of a child is acceptance.

We, as we grow, get opinions that are self-serving.

This gal seemed to have a lot of answers in a simple way.

Well i was running out of questions and i was glad to be there, wanted to hang with some folks I loved and I didn’t want to go back!!!!

I asked how come it’s all faces and no bodies...answer " we are to multiply on earth as you can see we don’t have to do that here" and the zillions of folks all laughed at once ....

next thing i know - Pow! I was back and some chick was screaming in my ear, wake up! Wake up!

...pounding on me, I opened my eyes and said

"What happened?" she said "you fainted”.

I said "wow! What a dream!".

Everyone standing over me wanted to hear my dream so i told them.

They wheeled me out and I was in the recovery area, this nurse came up after about half an hour and said "gee you really gave us a scare!”

I said "what you mean I thought I had a dream and fainted”. She opened up my robe, you know the ones where your ass hangs out and i was covered in a big bruise that went from my crotch up to my neck on the right side from adrenalin needles and being pounded on and my left side looked like i just had a wrestling match with an octopus from all the defibulator zaps She told me I was gone for a long time and they pretty much gave up except for the one nurse as they rarely lose someone in this procedure and I sort of screwed that up .

I guess they didn’t tell me they lost me when I woke up as you can go into shock. Well i was pumped up, it was a real conversation and the angels, friends and family were real.

I was sad to be back but happy to tell the story.

Well it seemed my story was widely accepted by the walking wounded going in for their procedure and the very angry blind woman who I spoke of earlier listened and softened and her anger was gone ... was magic for sure.

That night I was at a friend’s place and I couldn’t sleep. After all that I was so blown away that I rooted around, found a Bible and flipped it open... saying some kind of prayer in my head as i did it.

It fell open to Zephaniah, a very short chapter about 3 pages. I read that the Jews were going to leave the Gaza ...which they did as it was announced on the radio a couple of days later ...believe what you want.

About a year later after I read everything on the experience as I was obsessed with it. I was at a friend’s place and he invited a fellow over I hadn’t seen in 25 or so years.

We were talking and I started to tell of my experience, I got to the shimmering diamond part and he took over with the tear drops and faces. It seemed he had seen the same thing when he was 8 years old and his appendix burst. He had died for a while and finished relating the vision that i had. it was a pretty wild bit of confirmation. I knew a gal who had seen a similar thing as well when she was 8 and had fell off of a bridge into the water. She never told me the story.

I was excited to tell her and like my old acquaintance she has seen many things, she is a very spiritual gal. I had known her for over 30 years and she kept the story to herself. I was blown away when she finally shared the story with me. Did it change my life? You bet. Do i want to go back? As soon as possible. Is it there for all the lost children? Yes!!! Is the Jesus story true?

Ask him. It takes only a prayer. If you can walk, you can dance... if you can talk you can sing... if we are not able to do anything taken for granted by us able-bodied folks we still can dream. The child in us all knows how to pray. Where did we put the child? Look in the mirror, still there under all the scars of life...besides it's a true story with a happy ending. I dedicate this to the Wild Bunch who were all there to greet me ....many died in their youth but their ripple is still making waves.

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* Tim Campbell Good story!

October 20, 2010 at 11:44am ·

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Carleen Johnson what at inspiration to those poor lost souls, remember that there is someone who loves you...he goes by many names...I know him as God, our father....thanks to you Gord, for sharing this beautiful and enlightening experience with us

October 21, 2010 at 9:19am ·

Wayne Blosky quite a story gord -you better write that book

October 21, 2010 at 8:06pm ·

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Christine Mallette same story, little different ending. Childhood condition, small veins. Diagonised at age 48, not flat feet or lazy, just plugged viens, caused from smoking! (at 2, 8, 10 years old?) Had surgery and lived in a coma hell until the last day. I didn't see my family or friends, but I seen the sky the clouds moving, I felt the air and I seen the colors. Unbelievable colors, colors with tear drops.

November 10, 2010 at 11:44pm ·

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Donna Burdick thank you for sharing your story Gord. How fortunate for you to have such a beautiful experience. Everything in life happens for a reason, we just have to learn to be accepting of his will. Please do keep in touch.