April 2008 - Lekatt Thoughtful Living

Food Poisoning

I was in Phoenix, AZ on March 15, 1997. I thought I got food poisoning so I decided that I wanted to go home to Denver, Colorado. I left Phoenix early in the morning of March 15th and I went directly, 12 hours by car, to Denver. I was able to drive, but I did not eat or stop for rest breaks, just refueling. On March 16th, I was truly exhausted. I felt so sick. I made a doctor’s appointment for that day. My doctor examined me and stated that I had the flu and I would get over it.

I rested for several days, but I had not improved. I returned on a Monday to be examined again. The doctor was amazed to see that I had a very low oxygen level. I returned home with an oxygen tank and endured seven hours before I returned through the emergency room. My heart rate was racing at 190. The emergency room quickly began to work on me. I remember asking if I was “out of the woods”. The nurse told me I was not.

I was taken to the intensive care unit. I proceeded to go into a coma. On the first day I went into liver failure. The second day I went into kidney failure and on the third day I hemorrhaged with internal bleeding. On the fourth day, I had by the professional’s opinion, a positive day of health improvement.

At this time family and friends were sitting in the waiting room and being informed that my survival was doubtful. On that day I started having my out of body experiences and communicating with the other side. I have no recollection of this, but friends in the room became very fascinated with my one sided discussion on my left. I answered many questions and asked questions in my usual business manner. I was able to turn to my right and answer questions posed to me by the people who were physically in the room. Later my friends told me they heard a one sided phone-like conversation and they could not find out who the questioner was on my left.

Saturday, March 31st 1997 was the big fun day. My dear friend Dorothy came into the room and I immediately went into heart failure at 12:30 P.M. The doctor in the care unit climbed in bed and straddled by chest and began beating it. I decided so to speak, “I am out of here”. I rose up to the ceiling and watched as nine hospital medical personnel worked on me. I was fascinated with how each one had a specific job and that they came from all parts of the building. I then left the room and went to the waiting room where my friends were sitting. I have never seen this room in the physical realm. I was able to identify each one in the small room and who was sitting in what colored chair, but more importantly I was very specific to what each wore. There were five people and they all have agreed with my assessment of their arrangement in the room and their clothing. One lady said that it would have been impossible for me to identify her clothing because it was the first time she had worn that new blouse. Everything that I saw was in indescribable colors. I have never seen such colors since.

I then left the waiting room and went to where I grew up on a farm in northeast Colorado. I was floating above it and once again the colors were beyond description. I then took a quick turn and went into the light. The beautiful heavenly light and the warmth and serenity was now my certain destiny. I started my journey down the tunnel of bliss and two people were there waiting to greet me. I wanted to reach them, but I got zapped. The paddles came down on my chest and I was back in the physical presence. I was very, but very angry. I also remember the excruciating pain in my chest. It was awful. I was then in the present place in the intensive care unit. I watched as the medical personnel filed out and my nurse was arranging my body and washing the blood from my mouth. I fell asleep.

At 4:30 P.M. my friend Dorothy entered my room and I immediately left again. Once again the hospital medical personnel were filing in. The crash cart with paddles were right by the bed. I left immediately and went for the light. I was entering the tunnel. I knew how to get there fast from my previous experience and I remember saying I did not want to be stopped this time. Zap again! I was back in my pain filled body. This time I was really furious and I told them so. That moment forward to this day I have been in this physical plane. Dorothy held my hand as the technicians once again left the room. She had such comforting words. She told me that everyone was praying for me in the waiting room. She stated they all wished I would stay, but that she would understand if I choose to leave. She further stated that if I stayed I would make so many people happy. She then posed a question to me, “what are you thinking about”? I very angrily told her I was trying to decide if I would stay or not. She broke out into laughter. My friend, Dorothy is a nun, she understood all my indecision’s and has been a wonderful support since that time.

Unbeknown to me in the intensive care unit I had five broken ribs from the resuscitation. The days, weeks and months to follow would be excruciating. I became very angry that I survived. I ordered from my doctor who had done the resuscitation a form for a medallion that I wear around my neck stating no CPR will be performed on me. I want to live a happy and healthy physical life here, but I am anxious to make the transition as soon as I am called back.

My life has changed. I worry not. I work as a consultant when I so desire in the petroleum industry. I counsel people in health crisis and in their days of transition to the next plane. I am somewhat at a loss today as to what my real purpose for surviving has been, but I have resigned myself to accept each moment, day and time and move forward. I have basic spiritual beliefs, but I can not specify a deep devotion to any one religion. I have disappointed some friends by stating that your beliefs one way or the other will not change your outcome, so be you Muslim, Jewish, Christian or undecided, the outcome is the same. I truly believe this. I am so blessed to have had this glorious experience of near death. I am just an average person with no grand accomplishments, but I am very content, happy and secure with the future.

Presently, I am hoping to meet other people who have had a NDE, just to have a sense of belonging with other individuals who can relate to my experience. To date I have not come into contact with anyone in the Denver metropolitan area who can understand my desire for recognition of my NDE.
D.O.

Shot by Stalker

I was a 20-year-old female security guard, working around some of the worst areas of Sydney, Australia. On the 10th of June, 1999, I was assaulted and left unconscious for 10 minutes before my partner found me. Someone had come up from behind and grabbed the back of my neck and my jacket and pushed me face first into a brick wall. I didn’t think much of it. Some people have a lot of animosity against people in uniform.

Then early on the morning of 26th of June, 1999, I received a call on my cellular phone from the guy who had assaulted me. Apologizing for smashing my head into a concrete wall, then telling me to behave myself and I will be fine.

I continued working as a security guard in the same area, but being a little more cautious of who was watching me closely. Then on the 23rd of July, 1999, I was subjected to another call from this person stating that “I’m going to get YOU! WATCH OUT GIRL!”

After my boss had heard about this last phone call she moved me from that area to a mobile patrol in the eastern suburbs of Sydney. It was a better pay, and alot easier on the mind. I received no more further phone calls from this stalker.

Then on Friday the 13th of August, I was getting ready for work, about ten minutes before I had to leave for work I decided to go out and get the mail from the letter box by the street. I walked back into my house when I was knocked out from behind. During this time I suspect the stalker wrote up a message on my computer (of which I have no knowledge of what it says. The police are keeping their mouths shut to everyone.), then I suspect I might have been starting to regain consciousness when he started to leave and saw his chance.

He drew my gun from the holster on my still unconscious body. BANG! I heard the noise but I still did not register consciousness. Seconds later I sat up and screamed. No one heard me. Blood was pulsing from my left shoulder, it quickly covered my whole shirt. I ran through the house looking for a phone. I saw a phone but in my delirious state I could not orientate myself around the furniture to it. Blood still pulsed from my shoulder. I ran back the way I had come. I knew there was three phones in my room. I tripped. I lay there for what seemed like minutes saying “Oh God, Help Me! Help Me Please!!” I managed to drag myself to the room at the end of the hallway in which it first started. I couldn’t reach the phones which were upon a desk. Thankfully a cloth was draped over the desk, I pulled it off until I saw my cellular phone reaching over the edge of the desk. I dialed 000 (being the emergency number). The guy at the other end said “Police, fire, ambulance?” I panted “Police!” The guy replied “State?” I guess I still hadn’t lost my sense of humour when I replied with “Dying!” The guy then said “In which state do you live?” I replied “New South Wales.” He asked “Suburb?” I replied “Baulkham Hills” He said “Connecting you now.” The phone rang again. Another guy answered, asking me, “State the problem?” “I’ve been shot!” I panted. He asked “What address?” I panted into the phone my full address. He then hung up.

I needed to talk to someone, I didn’t want to be alone. I rang work. “Help me!!” My boss “Jenny? Jenny? What’s wrong?!” “I’ve been shot!” My boss frantically replied “How?! You didn’t shoot yourself?” “No! The stalker. He shot me!” My boss answered “Oh God, is an ambulance on the way?!” I replied “Police are.” I hadn’t even thought about an ambulance, I was still losing alot of blood. The phone dropped out. I continued repeating “Help me, Help me!!” Then I heard “Hello?” I said as loud as I could “Help Me!” I heard “Secure that weapon!” Then a policeman was at my side, he saw my uniform and thought I was a cop, “F*^k! It’s a copper!!”

Within the next five minutes 16 cop cars had pulled up in my street along with two ambulances. The ambulance officers rushed to my side and covered me up and put me on a stretcher. I was in the ambulance, some female cop was calling my name over and over. “Jennifer? Jennifer?” I was in too much pain to reply. “Jennifer? You have a severe chest injury. You could die.” I screamed. “I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die!” She said I need information? Description? Anything? I started spouting names of people who would know the story up to today. I heard several cops asking the ambulance officers if they needed a police escort.

I woke in emergency. There were doctors and nurses and police everywhere. They cut my clothes off. I remember hearing snip, snip, tear as they tore them off.

Then I remember seeing myself on the operating table from above. I was covered in blood. I moved on and started going into the past. It wasn’t so much as recognising the past through seeing it, it was more like having the feelings of the event all over again. I went through thousands of events of my life. I finally saw a light. Everything around it was black like a tunnel. I started drifting closer and closer. I felt safe. I approached the light. Someone was standing next to the entrance.

As I went to enter the light, this person moved in front of the light and said “It’s not your time.” I was starting to drift away, I tried to stay there, but I couldn’t control my movement. I next remember waking up in hospital.

After 9 hours of surgery, they mended an artery, a nerve, and replaced 5 and a half litres of blood. My left arm is slowly recovering, but it will be a long term process. I was reading though my medical reports and stated that upon entry into hospital I was revived and resuscitated by CPR.
– Nil response
– Nil blood pressure
– Nil pulse
– Temp at 32.6 degrees celcius
* Time taken/response was 46 seconds.

I still live in fear of this stalker as they have not caught him. But my recovery is more important to me.

I have never told the whole story to anyone I know, and I don’t know why I broadcast it across the net.

J.L.

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