Brain Stroke Miracle 3

Seems like all you ever hear about when people face death and come back is the goodie two shoes ending.  “I met God and lived.  Oh, and there was this white tunnel.”

But wasn’t there a decision process?  How’d that go?  What were the pros and cons?

Or is life so compelling the decision is a foregone conclusion?

I don’t think so.  At least, it wasn’t for me.

For me the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental and emotional anguish.  Knowing my condition and what that meant was devastating.

My life was over.

If I choose to continue breathing it meant the possibility of existing in a nightmare state, a burden to others, institutionalized for maybe 20 years, worst of all, a prisoner sealed inside a body that was little more than dead weight.  A human tomb.  Alone.  And without purpose.

Oh, I didn’t need any Doctor to tell me how bad it was.  I knew.  Your spirit always knows the truth.  Don’t blame me if I wasn’t all that anxious to live.

Life at the cost of life itself, what kind of choice is that?   A life void of joy, adventure and beauty.  No long walks on the beach, no movies or art exhibits, no more books.

God, I wouldn’t be able to write!  Or paint!  Or make love!  No creativity.  No way to express the revelations, the ideas, the fun that packs my brain 24/7.

Life without living.  Life minus all the things I love.  Even Brett Favre wouldn’t come back for that.

To spend my remaining years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes,  seconds and the eternity that seems to lie between them…all without hopes or dreams…that was my decision to make.  Thank God, I had such a wonderful, judgment free environment in which to choose.

Because I’d pretty much decided to cash in my chips.

I’ve always been fascinated with people who’d had near death experiences, but I never thought I’d have one.  Especially, not
one like I had.

See, the near death experiences (NDE) that I’ve heard about always have a tunnel of light, visions of leaving their bodies, ascending from earth and a meeting with God or an Arch Angel like Gabriel or a Manifestation like Christ, Mohammed, Buddha or Baha’u’llah.

Did you know that the Angel Gabriel visited Mother Mary and Mohammed both?  I wouldn’t be surprised if he went to the desert with Christ and again with Baha’u’llah and up the mountain with Moses.  Religions are more alike than we know.

But don’t get excited; I didn’t get one of those near death experiences…mine was more abstract.  More esoteric.  More me.

I also didn’t get the Divine directive from God saying I must go back.  That my time wasn’t up.  All I got was the opportunity to choose.

He, my Special Liaison with the afterlife, gave me a crystal clear picture of what was possible if I chose to stay in the world.

I saw what I could accomplish physically after stroke.  I also saw the effort it would take.  My stroke recovery wasn’t a pretty picture.

Learning to walk and eat all over again.  Slurred speech and thoughts I couldn’t express or even find words for.  Dragging my body around for months, maybe years.  Muscles either refusing to function or spasming involuntarily and incessantly.  Bones pulled out of alignment causing constant stabbing pain.

Not a whole lot of incentive there.  I was ready to fold cash in my chips and call it quits.

Then He showed me what I could accomplish for the ones I love and those that love me.

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Selling Skills – Quantum Selling (R) Tips

We talked about selling training for Quantum Selling and the importance of using the established protocols during a recent Masters meeting.  I thought you might like to listen.  Quantum Selling is an amazingly powerful selling skill; it goes way beyond traditional cold calling for closing sales when done correctly.

Enjoy, it’s about five minutes.

Tom Pauley

Brain Stroke Miracle 2

I’m going to get to the miracle healing I received with your help and with the help of Quantum Selling and Quantum Marketing, but first I must set the stage.

See, I had no idea what a stroke was before I had one.  If I had known maybe I would have made different decisions.  I certainly would have had a sleep study done.  I could have avoided the stroke all together.

So bear with me.  We both need to hear this.

After the big one (I had seven episodes total) they parked my body in ICU to get some rest.  I was secured with bed rails, an oxygen tube, two IVs, an automatic BP cuff that went off every ten minutes with the strength of an Anaconda, automated plastic leg squeezers from Hell and a huge harness of wires connected to a bank of machines, buzzers and alarms.

Then they turned the temperature to 65 F  so I’d be sure to sleep.  Hospitals are wonderful places to avoid.

The good news is my spirit wasn’t there.  It left my body and headed straight for the Portal.  Of course, the leg squeezers, the BP cuff and  all the buzzers and alarms were a constant reminder of my plight.

But the spirit is indomitable and I did manage to open the door to that miracle I mentioned.

I don’t really remember much.  In fact, the only thing I remember clearly those first few days was the conversations I had in the Portal.  With Him.

I talked with this magnificent Spiritual being.  Actually, the word magnificent is so inadequate it seems like an insult which I do not intend.

I like to say it was God or one of his Manifestations, you know a Divine Celebrity of some kind.  But frankly, I have no idea who I talked with.

I can’t describe or even picture Him, if it was a Him. Might have been a Her.  All I remember was a feeling of absolute safety and protection.  I knew I could say and explore anything with impunity.

I was Honored beyond my ability to explain it to be in His or Her presence.  That I remember vividly.

And the embarrassing fact is I was deciding if would live or die.  And to be honest dying held all the cards.

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