"Glenn (Christian Mystic)" <christianmystic@ev1.net> wrote in message
news:10096bhjngfes8f@corp.supernews.com...

It was two days shy of my 16th birthday, and I was stuck in the hospital

of

Branson Missouri, after suffering for three years from long term
appendicitis, to get an opperation the next morning, all my life prior

this I was an agnostic, going to church and studying my sect's doctrines
just in case there was a god, and sowing my 'wild outs' in case there

wasn't

I was alone in a two bed hospital room, it was earlier in the afternoon,

and

I went to sleep, and had a nightmare, it was jet black, hot, I could

yelling, screaming, crying, and other horrible sounds coming from voices

all

around me, and one of these voices were my own. I reached out my arms

legs to touch someone, but although I could hear them right next to me,
there was nothing to touch, I was in some kind of hot broth soup.
I then heard / didn't hear a voice "This is where you are going tomorrow
morning !" I awoke swimming in my own sweat, with this NUT now in the

beside mine, he was in traction and bandaged from head to toe, all you

could

see of his was JOY FILLED EYES... and he just keep saying "Praise the
Lord"(PTL) with seemingly every other breath, almost like such was

required

for breathing !
I asked, "What the hell happened to you ?"
Saying PTL after every fourth or fifth word, he described cutting limbs

some tree who's branches were flirting with electric wiring, and the

of

his church, when his gas chainsaw slipped from his hands cutting off the
very branch he was sitting on...
I laughed my head off, "here you were triming this tree for your church,

in

other words FOR GOD, and He rewards you by throwing you around in that

tree,

damn near killing you, and you CAN'T STOP PRAISING HIM ??? I think you

are

an absolute IDIOT !"
To which he answered, surprisingly, without a "PTL", "All things work

the best, including this, for those who love and TRUST, and I do, the

Lord,

according to His purpose, and not my own... He caused this to happen for

reason, some one here NEEDS ME, and what I may have to offer..."
My nightmare come to the forefront of my mind, "I need you"
I told him my dream and he led me to the Lord
The next morning, part of the dreaded dream came true, I died on the
opperating table, I awoke hearing my heart come slowly to a full stop,

started leaving my body, flipping over to look downward, I AROSE, I

going down, but UP, I watched the full opperating room come into view,
watching the ordered panic, hearing doctor terms I didn't understand,

intern, male nurse, or whatever, was carrying a tray full of gonk,

brownish

red... he stumbled, or something, causing him to drop the tray, which he
caught just before it would have hit the floor, and put it on a wheeled
table. At that time my heart started beating again, and everything went
black
Waking up on the morning of the sixteenth in a drugged daze, I saw that

same

guy, who was carrying that tray of gonk, so I told him, "That was a good
catch !"
"What catch ?"
"When you dropped that tray of redish-brown stuff"
To that he turned white as a ghost, and left the room, and another guy

came

in the room, and asked me to retell my story, I became mister X (or some
letter, I forgot) in a book, now long out of print, called "There is

after death" (or some such), by that guy who interviewde me...

Today is my spiritual birthday, my birthdate was 1969 !!!!

Glenn (Christian Mystic)

"Glenn \(Christian Mystic\)" <christianmystic@ev1.net> wrote:

male nurse, or whatever, was carrying a tray full of gonk, brownish

Maybe it was part of your brain?

Chris