Patsynde

I am 65 years, old and have been married for 49 years. I am retired and
we have 4 children and 9 grandchildren who all live very close to us. I want to tell you a
little about my background and then tell you about my NDE. I was born in 1931 in Anthony,
Kansas. I had 3 brothers and 2 sisters and a half sister. When I was in the 4th grade we
moved to a ranch where we lived for 5 years and then moved to a farm for 2 years. Then my
folks moved to Attica, KS.

I started working when I was 12 years old during that summer. When I
was 14 my father, who was an alcoholic, told me to leave. He said that there could be only
one boss in a home and he was it and since I was stronger than him, I had to leave. I left
that day and went to Hutchinson, KS. to stay with my half sister. I went to work in their
restaurant to pay for my room and board. I continued to go to school. In the middle of the
year, I was called to the principle’s office and told I would have to pay tuition of $500
which I did not have. They agreed to let me finish school that year but I could not return
the following year. The next June I married my husband. We lived in Hutchinson, until 1959
when we moved to Renton, WA.

I was raised in the bible belt and in the Christian church. I had been
baptized when I was 12 and I believed if you died before you were baptized you would go to
hell and I certainly believed in hell. I was very religious. I make a point of this
because I did not have the usual NDE, which is unusual when you consider my background.

In 1965, I was working in a drive-in restaurant in Renton. I now had 4
children and my husband was a lineman for the power co. I had developed varicose veins
which ran in my family. I was a deaconess and a Sunday school teacher in my church and my
life revolved around my family, my church and my home. I bowled twice a week. I begin to
have trouble bowling because after 2 lines of bowling my left leg would give out and I
could not stand on it. I went to my doctor and he recommended I see a surgeon to see if I
could have the veins stripped in my left leg. I went to see the surgeon and we decided to
operate on my left leg and strip the veins. It was elective surgery and I would be in the
hospital only 3 days.

I went to the hospital and was operated on . The next day I got up and
walked around. The only thing that was 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. I was feeling fine. The
next day I went over to my neighbor, Pearl, for a cup of tea. We were sitting there and
suddenly I felt 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 3:00 P.M.

I walked across the street and up a short embankment and to the middle
of the carport. Suddenly I was floating above my body which was laying on 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.

The neighbor 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. I floated along with them. My bed had a bookcase headboard on it. I
perched upon it and watch them try to resuscitate my body without any success. My 4
children were standing at the end of the bed watching them. Pearl told my daughter to call
911. 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 and she told them that I had just came
home from the hospital the day before. Shirley, the other neighbor 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 and we started for the hospital. The
attendant began trying to revive my body. Pearl was telling him what had happened and 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. The driver did and Pearl
started crying.

I turned around and was immersed in light. I was completely one with
love, unconditional love. I knew I was complete at last. Never had I felt such safety and
love before. Suddenly, I had all knowledge. Love surrounded me and accepted me completely.
All that I had ever heard or known was swept away and I knew all knowledge. 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 900 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. I watched
each being it touched. I knew that I was a speaker and I had always been a speaker and
that 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 realize that they create their reality. I knew
then that I must return because my role was not finished yet. I also knew that I would die
in 2010 and I would drown in my own body fluids. I would create my own death as I had
chosen it. I turned around and I was in the hospital emergency room.

In the room was Bill, Pearl, 2 ambulance attendants, 2 policemen, a
doctor yelling at Bill, and a nurse standing at the head of the table on which my body was
laying, covered with a sheet. The doctor was telling Bill that I had died from extreme
malnutrition. He was yelling that women kill themselves trying to be thin. Bill was trying
to tell him that he had just taken me home the day before and it was impossible for me to
have died from extreme malnutrition. 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 traveled 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 synchronization 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 and slapped her. I sat up and tried 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 her to get him a shot. I was struggling to get up and suddenly I
realized I knew what everybody was thinking and they were all terrified. I calmed down and
laid still. I told the doctor that I was all right and I didn’t need a shot. 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. Their brains could not
process what their eyes were observing. I became aware that I was ravenous and I needed
food. I told the doctor that I needed food. He told the nurse to send for an orderly to
take me up to a room. He then told Bill to go with me. 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
and he was afraid of me.

The orderly came and Bill and I and him went to the elevator. I was
chattering away with the orderly and 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 the kids what
happened. I told Bill that I was all right and I wanted him to go home and tell the kids
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 said to the floor nurse that all of them in the emergency
room acted like they had just seen a ghost. She asked me if I had seen a ghost and I said
no but I was starving and could she please get me something to eat and drink. She said the
kitchen was closed because it was about10:00 p.m., but she would see what she could find
for me. She put me in a ward with 2 other women and told me to be quiet. She left the room
and I woke them up and told them we were going to have a party. I was singing and telling
jokes and dancing around the room when she came back. She told me to get back in bed and
eat 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 recognized 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.