Southern California, June 10, 1985, was a warm summer day and my psyche claimed it as a good day to die.  The 911 call brought red lights and paramedics to my home in an effort to prevent my departure from this plane of existence. 

 My heart had decided to play patty cake, patty cake with PVC’s [premature ventricular contractions] and fibrillations while its natural pacemaker went on vacation.  I was not in pain, I was not anything, just an existence that was slowly loosing consciences. 

 The Victorville hospital decided they could do nothing to help me and sent me by ambulance over the mountain to San Bernardino.  This trip is etched in my memory as a day that would change my life in more than one way.  As the ambulance crested the top of Cajon Pass and started down the mountain, I was on top of existence.  I could see the shadows of two attendants leaning over me with syringes, needles and medical equipment, while in the background the driver’s voice directing the hospital to stand on 'stat alert' while asking for emergency instructions to keep me alive.  

 My spirit self left the body and floated over the clouds that covered San Bernardino Valley.  Puffy white clouds like miniature marshmallow floating on a sea of smog. I could see millions of beings racing to and fro, oblivious to their real purpose for existence.  They appeared to be mundane forms of ectoplasms in search of the roadmap of life.  I felt real sadness for mankind and reached out for the answers to add meaning and direction his existence.  The answer was there, it was all there in an instant and I knew.

I knew everything and the answers were so simple.   Man confused his own existence by making it too complex for himself to understand.  I understood but I was dieing - did everyone understand at death?   I could not die I had a mission, I had to explain to humanity the simplicity of their complex existence.  I had to help them see how easy it really was to attain immortality and to be at peace with their God-self.   I had to explain to them the continuity of consciousness and its universal links to cosmic design.

 I had a big job to do - I could not die and heard myself shout ‘I WILL NOT DIE’ as I came crashing back into my body.  With the help of a pacemaker to keep my heart beating, I slowly recovered from the stroke that nearly killed me at age 45.  I knew I had a mission, I knew I had tasted the fruit from the tree of life and held the key to the book of knowledge.  I also realized that this book was not written in a language that could just be translated into words. The book of knowledge is the book of conscious knowing.  

All mankind has awareness of this knowing which becomes his driving force in the search for the reasons of life.  Organized religion has locked the door of this insight, leaving mankind with avenues of denial.  

 Knowing brings personal responsibility for caring for and about your environment on all planes of existence.   We are custodians of the planet earth as well as the spiritual worlds, and at this time collectively we have failed greatly on all accounts.

 For twenty years I have approached my audiences with my pearls of wisdom and learn that the resistance to truth is greater than the acceptance of it, so my exuberance lost part of its motivation.     That is until June 16, 2005, when I died for the second time, this time it was the big bang experience, and only by the trained hand of an experienced surgeon and his team of expert helpers was my heart plucked from my chest and repaired after I straight-lined during a lead extraction surgery.   This experience was totally different from the first.   In the first death I was in the white light and all was pleasant.   I was in the presence of the divine creative energies - call it God or whatever you wish, as long as you understand that God is an energy, not a being.  The second death was the opposite end of that energy, it was dark and cold and extremely frightening.   After emergency invasive surgery I came back crooked in my egg.  It took six months for the echoes to stop ringing in my ears ‘operation was successful but patient died’.

I am ALIVE and my mission is reawakened, so I will do my best to explain in simple terms the secrets of the universe as I know it.   Differing belief structures give titles and prefixes to levels of authority but I accept none but that of open- mindedness, sincerity and truthfulness.   May you accept for your truth that part of my truth that feels right to your inner knowing.  

copyright by Jeri Lee 2005 e-1618.com