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Recieved: 2001/04/01 19:05
Subject: [K-list] Re: Welcome to Kundalini-Gateway
From: Patsy Davis
On 2001/04/01 19:05, Patsy Davis posted thus to the K-list:
(Patsy: you sent this to the moderator address.. 3x.. probably trying to
figger out why it did not show up on the list..:) The posting address is
<K-list > Thank you for sharing your story. You
are very beautiful and I'm so happy you joined us! Blessings)
Hi Everyone
I want to tell you a little about my background and then tell you about my
NDE.
I was born in Kansas, the heart of the bible belt and raised a devout
Christian. I had been baptised by the age of 12, and taught the words of God,
all the concepts of heaven and hell, as laid out in the bible,all of which I
accepted and certainly believed, to me it was...the gospel truth. I was very
religious. I make a point of this because I did not have the *normal* NDE,
which is unusual when you consider my background.
By 1965, I was the mother of four children and the wife of a lineman for the
power company, and to make ends meet, was working in a drive-in restaurant.
I was a deaconess and a Sunday school teacher in my church, my life revolved
around my family, my church and my home. In my spare time, I bowled twice a
week in a ladies's league. I begin to have trouble with my left leg, it would
give out and I could not stand on it. I went to my doctor and he recommended
having the veins stripped in my left leg. He assured me, it was elective
surgery and I would be in the hospital only 3 days.
The following week the operation went as planned, with no complications .
The next day I got up and walked around. The only thing I remember unusual,
was that twice I found myself on the floor with no memory of how I got there.
On the third day, I went home, feeling fine. The following day I went over to
my neighbour, Pearl, for a cup of tea. We were sitting there and
suddenly I begin
feeling strange, I told Pearl that I would go home and lie down for awhile.
She said she would walk with me. I told her no, that I was all right and that
I would see her later. It was about 2:30 P.M. I walked across the street
and up a short embankment, into the middle of the carport. Suddenly I was
floating above my body which was laying in the carport. I had no sense of
movement and I was not afraid. I was fully conscious. I looked down and
wondered why my body was laying on the ground and I was in the air. I thought
it was interesting how my body looked. I had never seen my body from this
view before.
Shirley, the neighbour across the street saw me fall and she come running
over calling to Pearl. She and Pearl picked up my body, carried it into the
house, and put it down on the bed, where still floating, I perch on the
headboard, looking at my 4 children, who stood at the foot of the bed,
watching the unsuccessful attempts being made to resuscitate my body. Pearl
told my daughter to call for an ambulance. She went into the living room and
called them. My body voided all wastes and they were trying to clean it up.
They removed all the clothing except for a t-shirt. The ambulance came and
two attendants came in and put my body on a stretcher and carried it out to
the ambulance. They told Pearl to get in. She told them that I had just came
home from the hospital the day before. Shirley said she would tell Bill, my
husband to meet us at the hospital. As they placed my body in the ambulance,
I floated along with it. I was not attached to it in any way that I could
determine. I just thought everything was so interesting.
The driver turned on the siren as we started for the hospital. The attendant
began trying to revive my body. Pearl was telling him what had happened as he
was trying to find a pulse. He put an oxygen mask over my body's mouth and
applied electric shocks to the chest 3 times, each time taking a pulse. Half
way to the hospital, he stopped and told the driver to turn off the siren. I
was dead. Pearl started crying.
I turned around and was immersed in light. I was surrounded by unconditional
love, and total acceptance. I knew I was complete at last. Never had I felt
such safety and serenity before. Suddenly, I had all knowledge. All that I
had ever heard or known was swept away. I knew that Christ had not died on
the cross and that there is no sin or evil. I knew that I had existed since
the moment of creation and that I shall always exist and that all
consciousness is in the act of becoming. I knew that I had lived many times
in physical reality and I watched those expressions and observed each of
them. I experienced what we mean when we say that we have free will and that
we choose everything. There are no absolutes. I watched every thought I had
ever chosen to its natural end, and each person it had touched. I knew that
I was, and had always been a speaker. Which meant I carried information
between entities and their expressions. I was in physical reality because it
is time for the physical being to mature and accept their responsibility for
their creation and to realise that they create their reality. I knew then
that I must return because my role was not finished yet. Also I saw my own
death, in 2010, drowning in my own body fluids. I gained the knowledge that
all people choose their own time and create the method of their demise. I
turned around and I was in the hospital emergency room. Bill, Pearl, the
ambulance attendants, 2 policemen, were there. A nurse standing at the head
of the table on which my body was laying, covered with a sheet. The doctor
was in a rage, telling Bill that I had died from extreme malnutrition.
Often brought about by women dieting in order to make themselves thin.
Insinuating, that my husband was to blame. Bill was trying to explain to him
that he had just taken me home from that very hospital only the day before
and it was impossible for me to have died under those circumstances. I
floated over to my body and sank down into it.
I want to tell you what it felt like when I entered my body. I have never
felt such joy. I was enthralled with this wondrous body I had created. I
could feel the consciousness of each cell in my body. I could feel the joy of
the blood as it rushed through the veins and the sharing of the creation of
new life as each cell sang its energy. I truly knew what the phrase "I sang
the body electric" meant. I was so captivated by this wondrous creation which
all of me had created and the loving cooperation that existed between all the
cells that had joined together to create this marvelous body called Patsy.
I joined in this song of life and thanked each of them and praised them. I
could feet the energy as it travelled through my nerve paths to its
destination. How alive and vital this body was. What a marvelous creation it
was and how well it worked together in perfect synchronisation in its
exuberant celebration of life. As long as I wear this body, I will never
forget what I had experienced in that moment.
My body begin to shake and the sheet fell to the floor. The nurse screamed.
The doctor ran to the table. I sat up, trying to get off the table. I wanted
to dance and sing for the sheer joy of being alive. He pushed me down on the
table and told the nurse to get a sedative. As I struggled to get up, I told
the doctor that I was all right and I didn't need a sedative. Suddenly I
realised I knew what everybody was thinking and they were all terrified. I
calmed down and laid still. He was terrified to even touch me. The nurse did
not want to approach the table again.
Everyone in the room were frozen in place. As if their brains could not
process what their eyes were observing. I became aware that I was ravenous. I
told the doctor that I needed food. He sent for an orderly to take me up to a
room. Then he went over to the desk and begin to fill out papers. I could see
that he could not think about what had just happened, he was afraid of me.
The orderly came and wheeled my gurney into the elevator. As I was
chattering away with the orderly, I noticed, Bill was staying as far away
from me as possible. I knew in some way I had to help Bill because he had to
go home and tell our children what had happened. I told Bill that I was all
right and that I wanted him to go home and just tell the children that
I would be home tomorrow. He never said a word. He just leaned over and
kissed me and took the elevator back down.
The orderly told the floor nurse that all of them in the emergency room
acted like they had just seen a ghost. She laughed, asking me if I too had
seen *the ghost*, I answer no and asked for something to eat and drink. She
glanced at the clock behind the nurse's station, which showed 10:04 (p.m.), and
told me that the kitchen was closed for the night, but she would see what she
could find for me. I was then put in a ward with 2 other women. She left
the room, I immediately woke my roommates up. So happy to be with people
who would (or perhaps could) react to me in a normal fashion, that I started
singing, dancing around the room, telling jokes. The nurse returned with
the promised food and told me to get into bed and be quiet or she would have
to strap me down. So I did.
The women went back to sleep and I laid awake all night. I read every mind
in the hospital and wandered through everyone's dreams. To the ones who were
dying, I help them to leave and explained to them where they were going. To
the babies who had just entered this reality, I had long conversations and
they told me why they had chosen to come and why they had chosen their
parents. To those who were frightened and suffering, I helped them to see
that they really chose the suffering and they had to choose not to suffer
because it was not necessary.
The next morning, a neurologist came in and asked me a lot of questions. He
poked me with a needle. I read his mind and told him what he wanted to hear.
He left thinking he had been right, that I had just had a emotional event
that was caused by stress and he would recommend bed rest. I had planted
these suggestions in his mind. That afternoon Dr. Zeck, my surgeon came in
and sat down and asked me what happened. I read his mind and knew that he
knew I had died. I told him he would not believe me. He said,'Yes, I would,
I have to go before a board of my peers and tell them what happened and why I
released you to go home. I am a surgeon and everyday I face my enemy, death,
across my operating table and the more I can understand about him , the
better I am able to help my patients. I have had 500 patients experience
death and live to tell about it and I'm not moving until you tell me what
happened." So I told him. He told me that my file would be placed with the
others and destroyed upon his death. I asked him what I should do and he
said,"I don't know. Your life will completely change and I don't know how to
tell you to live it." Where are the others who experienced this? He told
me he could not tell me. He told me not to tell anyone what had happened or
they would put me away. I told him I could read his mind and he said yes that
he knew that. He said that in time I would lose this ability but at first it
would help me to adjust to my new awareness. He told me that I had been
officially dead for 1 hour and he said he thought it was more than several
hours. I went home that day. I never seen him again.
He was right. My world had turned upside down. I went to church the next
Sunday and couldn't even sit through the service. I wanted to stand up and
tell everyone that this was all wrong and how wonderful they were. The
ability to read minds stayed with me for almost a month and then slowly faded
into the background. I now use it in my role as a speaker. I begin a search
for others like me. I explored the psychic community and found that they,
too, taught that people were victims and powerless. If you constantly seek
your answers outside yourself, You will never find wisdom. You already have
all the answers, so you always must look within.
In 1974, I was told by a palm reader to go to Lacey, WA. to a certain house
and I would find my voice. I went and when I arrived, I knocked on the door
and a young man opened the door. He told me to come in and that "Gene" would
be back in a few minutes. 15 minutes later Gene entered and I recognised him.
He had been my tutor when I was in Atlantis and had used his students to gain
advantage over his enemies. He said, "I have been waiting for you. He took me
down to the basement to his library and gave me the book SETH SPEAKS. He told
me this would give me the language I needed for my work. I went home and read
it and it was exactly what I had learned in the light. Gene died two years
later from a brain tumor.. For two years he helped me to prepare myself for my
role as a speaker I have all of the Seth books and I have searched for other
Sethians since that time. A year ago I found the Sethworks and I have been
active on it since. I am now writing a book about my role as a speaker and my
life. In the years since I have lived the principles I learned in the light.
Many events have happened to me and they will be in the book.
You see, I have not had the usual NDE. I went to the NDE society here in
Seattle and told my story and they asked me not to return because I had said
that I knew Christ did not die on the cross, at least in this probability. I
also did not go through a tunnel or see anyone. I was fully conscious during
the whole time. In fact, I did not sleep for a week after the event.
I only sleep 4 hours a day now which is the usual for me. I have never slept
more than five hours at a time. I have no fear of death. I live in the
moment. I am in excellent health and create what I want. I do not use drugs,
alcohol or have insurance. I have never met a stranger and I don't know what
the word shy means. I have never been homesick and I am at home wherever I
am. My life has been a grand adventure. I stand between two worlds and move
easily between them.
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