You can't die until your time is up & you can't stop death when it arrives!

 You can't die until your time is up & you can't stop death when it arrives!

'And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment: ' Hebrews 9:27 https://my.bible.com/bible/1/HEB.9.27

When your life is over, you can't stop it, and when your time is not up, you cannot leave.

Died at age 22 of an asthma attack after spending a semester at Trevecca taking 16 hours in Religion & Philosophy, which would be 32 hours of study a week for each hour of class in a normal degree, but instead, it ends up being 48 to 64 hours of study and I also worked 20 hours a week at UPS and averaged 2-4 hours of sleep a night.

Now I should have had a break in 1990 when the 2nd semester started, should have had most of the beginning of the year off from work being a backup clerk, but instead, one woman had maternity leave and another left for personal reasons, so post-Xmas season I am back to 20 hours a week and by February my body says "No" and an asthma attack ends my life.

I had a dream where a suitemate was wrestling with me and got me into a chokehold and I passed out, then when I woke, I am in my body, conscious, but notice it is not breathing and my heart is not beating.

Then I realize I am dying and my Spirit leaves and goes to the presence of Yahweh/God where there is total peace. There is no pain, no suffering, no sin, no fear here, it is as if you were wrapped up in love. The closest analogy is being in a service where the Holy Spirit fall upon it, and you feel all this love and electricity shake you to the core, except in analogy, if that is like standing next to a candle, then being in Heaven is as though you could stand in the center of the Sun and never be burned. Nothing but love, and a peace and freedom you never have in this world.

I could see why people could stay and not worry about coming back, nothing in the world compared to where I was. But then I remembered my family and girlfriend. I did not even ask God for my life back, I just heard my spirit say to the Spirit of Yahweh, "I don't think they can make it without me!"

And it was not until the advent of YouTube in 2005, and sometime after probably around 2010 or later, that I discovered other people who had died, had the same experience when I was sent back. You get SLAMMED back into your body, as though you have fallen from Heaven itself, and I am back, but my condition is as it was before.

I am back, but I am not breathing and my heart is not beating. My roommate moved out in January and it is late at night and there is no one to call out to help or to know that inside my locked dorm room, I am dead, not breathing. No medical help to save me.

Then as if someone's hand could phase through your chest, I feel a squeezing on my heart and my blood goes from still to moving. Still one of the weirdest experiences of my life, I never knew I could have or was going to have. Then it all stops, and then a 2nd & 3rd squeeze with the same results, but after the 3rd squeeze, it is like jump-starting a battery on a dead car, and the heart takes of beating on its own and I began to breathe and lose consciousness until I wake up in what feels like 45 minutes later.

 Most people testify that near-death experiences are totally wonderful, and the visit to Heaven most definitely is, but the return trip is a little more troublesome.

Before age 22, I was Superman, invulnerable, now I realize there is no fighting death when it happens, the fight is to live each and every day because when death comes, snap, you are gone, and there is no stopping it or fighting it. I could not keep my spirit from leaving my body.

Next, everything except the people you love seems less real than Heaven. You realize that this world is where all the pain, sorrow, and suffering are, and you LONG to go back to where you just came from. It is like the time as a child when I got lost in a shopping center in Alaska with my parents when I was 4 years old and I could not find them. Panic sets in, but then again, God honored my request to return to help the ones I love, so in time, I get over the fear and get back into living through prayer and meditation and the grace of God.

I dropped out of classes and chapel for exactly 2 weeks and failed classes I had to repeat for my degree, but I realized burning the candle at both ends could no longer be done, so I went and did things I enjoyed, such as bowling, even though it all felt meaningless while I did it. I had to get BACK into living and overcome the panic desire to return to Eternity where I had just been to get away from the pain, sorrow, and suffering that is ONLY in this world.

I have had 3 more near-death experiences since then, where I was sent back.

One, when my cousin committed suicide in 2008 and I got pneumonia in 2009, I knew I could not commit suicide, but I thought a year and a half later after his death, if I didn't seek medical treatment for pneumonia, I could let it take me out because I was in year 2 of a 5-year depression, where I did not want to live. It wasn't just his suicide, but the suicide was the one more speck of grief that tipped the scales of life and made me not want to be here or live.

So it wasn’t the pneumonia that got me, but a bacterial sinus infection that behaved like a nervous breakdown, shutting down my brains signals to breathe, and I suffocated to death, but when I stood in God’s presence in a vision of my death, I could feel He was angry at me, but He gave me my life back, and I wake up from the lack of oxygen, gasping for breath, and then go to the Doctor to get antibiotics shots and pills to clear up both the sinus infection and the pneumonia.

Then by year 5, I am having a hard time, I go to the front of my Church in April of 2013 one Sunday, and tell the Pastor that I need prayer to overcome my depression set in by my cousin’s suicide, who was more like my little brother since we grew up together and before he died he would call to talk three times a week, and now that his voice was gone, the pain was unbearable.

I said, “Pastor, I need prayer for my depression, and this is hard for me to ask, because I am usually the strong one in my family, when everyone else is down, I can be up, and stand strong and overcome, but now I am weak, and I am not strong, and I need the Church’s prayers.

On May 1^st a recluse spider bites me in my sleep and I have 2 visions of my death, and in the second, I am laying a floor blacker than granite, and I can’t get up from it, and black ropes appear to be around my arms trying to pull me into the blackness, but as I look closer, they have scales like snakes, but have the eyes and mouths of demons on them and I can feel nothing but hatred for my very existence, and I begin to say the Lord’s Prayer: “Our Father, which art in Heaven . . .” and I can’t remember the rest of the prayer, so I start over again, and still can’t remember, and a 2^nd time, and still can’t remember, but after the 3^rd recitation, the Holy Spirit comes in like a light & wind tsunami and brushes all the darkness away like you would sweep the dirt off a floor and get rid of it in one fell swoop, and I am scooped up into the presence of Yahweh and all I see is a bright light, but I know who it is, and all of a sudden a cool breeze blows across my forehead as though a fever has just broken, and I wake up confused.

Two days later, I discover the spider bite I thought was an infected boil, on my left inner thigh, that has swollen to the size of a pea and has black veins running away from it, and a co-worker in the factory, tells me it is a recluse bite, because he got bit and saw the spider, but waited 2 weeks and nearly lost his leg having to be put in the hospital on an antibiotic drip to save it.

I don’t wait two weeks, I go directly to Urgent Care for treatment, for antibiotics and lancing of the bite 2 days later to drain the poison out, and a week later, it still hurts, so they give me the 2^nd round of antibiotics and finally, it is better, but now I understood the recluse spider’s poison was shutting down my nerves and brain functions and almost killed me because that is why I could not remember the rest of the Lord’s Prayer to recite.

When I realized Yahweh/God had saved me from the recluse spider bite, it helped me, because I realized my time was NOT UP and that I was here for Yahweh's/God's purposes, so it helped me leave the depression and begin to live again!

Finally, in 2015, 2 months before I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, my blood sugar must have been deadly high because in a vision while asleep, I am at a former house we lived in on Windsor Way in BowlingGreen, and Mom and Dad are there, but look 36 like when I was 16, and my cousin Ron is there and we are talking, when a joke is told, and Ron begins laughing, and when he laughs, I remember that he is dead, and not alive, and immediately, it was like the experience in 1990, as though I had left my body and returned to it.  Two months later, I am diagnosed with type 2 diabetes and given medicine to keep my blood sugar in check.

Then just last week here in July of 2021, I am pretty discouraged about my life, especially with the death of a coworker who was only 34 from a bad episode of epilepsy that took his life and I wonder, why him, and not me and am tired of struggling with the type 2 diabetes 5 years now, and wondering why I am still living.  I am driving my truck on the alternate backroad route to Gatlinburg for work to avoid slowdowns on parkway so I can get to work on time, and my AC has been out two years now, so I have the windows down and it had been raining heavily at times on the way to work, and as I go down the Narrows, I hear the cracking and breaking of a tree that is about to fall.  I know that sound anywhere having cut trees down with Dad from age 10 to 18, and so I step on the gas, and the tree misses the truck by half a car length and falls across the road, and so I know it is God saying, “Your time is not up yet, be busy about my work for you here and now!”  So I call Gatlinburg, Police on the phone and report the tree now fallen across the road, so they can deal with it while I continue on to work.

So that gives me great peace and resolve to return to living my life, and am even more encouraged by a fellow Alumni at Trevecca, who after 10 years, and in January of 2021 after being told of his A1C being 12, he gets on a strict no sugar, low carb diet, and loses down to his ideal weight, has reversed his type 2 diabetes and is off all medicine, so it's like God is saying, “See, you can do this!”

So last week was not my time to leave either.

I took the flu vaccine when I was in 5th grade and was sick for 8 weeks, spent 2 weeks in the hospital under a vaporizer tent near-death and missed two months of school. Never took it again, was never that sick again. It never immunized me against the flu, it gave me the flu.

Right now the vaccine is voluntary, and the UK recommends not taking it if you have food or medical allergies as I do.

Most COVID19 patients are given steroids to help them recover. For me, I am staying in shape, keeping the weight off, taking natural testosterone boosters, and since I am blood type O+, we are more immune to this virus. Preventative measures are best IMHO.

https://www.reuters.com/article/health-coronavirus-britain-vaccine-idUSKBN28J1DK

I worked with my younger coworker just after Christmas of 2020 who caught COVID19 and he came to work seeking no medical treatment, being half my age he recovered and I never caught the COVID19 he had, so I see no reason to get a shot for a disease with a 99.7% recovery rate & that is most dangerous to those 70 years & older.

I've had pneumonia 25 times out of my 53 years of life and I've managed to defeat it taking antibiotics, but I have always suspected that once I got into my seventies, my immune system might be low enough that it might get me, who knows maybe it'll be COVID19 instead. I'm not worried about it, since that is 17 years from now when I turn 70 and who knows, when I get that old I may not want to live another 17 years, I may be ready to go home to heaven instead.

Right now, Dr. Fauci is on video saying the test to determine COVID19 deaths were useless, so we did not have 500,000 people die of COVID19, instead, we are left with the CDC numbers showing last year less than 10,000 people died exclusively of COVID19, and yet numbers of deaths being reported to the CDC after people were given the vaccines at just over 4,000, so the cure is HALF as bad as the disease in all honesty!