Learning to Be Humble and to still survive

The title "At least in relation to God" is my life's story.

If I look back now the one trait that God has given me is to survive God. Many people don't. You watch them every day die unexpectedly and then they are gone very suddenly.  For me, it has always been a surprise to me that I survived so many different things in my life. I look around me and notice many people appear to be much more fragile, physically, mentally, emotionally, and even spiritually than I. And I often wonder why that is. The only thing I can come up with that I find useful personally is that God designed me this way for some purpose.

Of course, I can use science to describe reasons also but I just don't find that very satisfying ultimately.

You might think calling myself "intuitivefred 888" isn't the most humble handle that I could have. However, if you don't now my history it might not make sense to you.

My whole life I have been humbled by God over and over again. It started with almost dying of whooping cough at age 2. I still remember this and I still remember Archangel Michael coming physically into the room with his band of Archangels and healing me while my Scottish Grandmother sang "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" in her Scottish Brogue while I was lying in her lap. I was healed of whooping cough that night. I never forgot seeing their jeweled armor from neck to wrists and covering their armored boots. ONly their hands and head and neck were uncovered. They all wore shoulder length hair with no beards.

Then, at age 10 I got childhood epilepsy and once again I thought I might die. It was like living in a horror movie and not knowing when I would be killed. Finally, my father said as I shook in shock after having had a seizure where I had tried to run for their room and was knocked unconscious on the end of their open door and broke my nose and woke up in a pool of blood surrounding my head on the floor. My Dad said, "You've got to get some religion under your belt, son." The year was 1962 and I was 14. So, I started going to church 3 to 4 times a week so I might stay alive. So, when the last night time seizure started to happen I screamed out to God as a co-creator with God "I AM in Command here!" Immediately, all the things attacking me in my dream became my own army and even though I felt I had a tiger by the tail for many years I didn't let go of the tail of the tiger lest he eat me.

By age 32 I had met my first Tibetan Lama. They seemed to understand more than all the other spiritual teachers did who I was and what I was. I felt peace for the first time being as supernaturally gifted as I have always been. I finally realized that God had a purpose for me and that I needed to stay alive for this purpose. Peace in my life began around 1980 and I never really lost that core peace ever again even though many difficult things happened in my life.

In 1998 I got a heart virus because I was angry at not being able to get full custody of my daughter as I didn't feel she was safe where she was. However, almost dying for 7 months was one of the best things that ever happened in my life ever.

The morning it all began was in September 1998, I believe. My wife had gone to work and I got up late that morning and realized I couldn't feel my hands or fingers much. So when I looked into the bathroom mirror I was concerned when my lips looked kind of blue. I went out into the living room and called my 20 something son and told him to come get me and take me to the hospital. He agreed. But then something really amazing happened, "Many angels surrounded me and I immediately thought I was dying. But they were here for another purpose, They began to say loudly in unison, "You aren't going to die. Your life will get better now!" The said this over and over again until every cell in my body experienced what they were saying. So, when I finally got to the hospital I told all the people working on me about the angels. They said that people who are having near death experiences often talk about seeing or hearing angels so they weren't surprised at what I was saying.

7 months later my heart specialist said, "We didn't know what was wrong with you until now. But through the process of elimination we know now you had a heart virus. But because your heart is better now, you can go back and live a more normal life. Oh, and by the way you might live longer if you stay retired (which I had had to do to stay alive during those 7 months). I searched online and talked to people about heart viruses and I was the only person that I could find then in Northern California at that time that had survived a heart virus that year. Because if you panic even once you die. Because of my time with Tibetan lamas and having had whooping cough I had learned how to not panic no matter what. So I lived when the others didn't. It is because with a heart virus you have to pass out from lack of oxygen because your heart cannot oxygenate enough  because it is slowed down. So no matter how much you breathe you still cannot oxygenate your blood enough not to pass out. This is when people tend to panic and die. I had a 2 1/2 year old daughter and I just refused to allow her Dad to die. I didn't want her to grow up without a Dad.

After I realized I wasn't going to die my wife had a miscarriage because of what had happened to me and in February her step mother died and in April her mother died and then in May I was pronounced "not dying". And in May my wife had a miscarriage from everything.

Then the fall in October I went to Europe and took my then 10 year old daughter and my wife and 2 1/2 year old decided to stay home. I met my 25 year old son and his friend in Munich, Germany after taking my Mom to where her Dad and Mom grew up near Glascow, Scotland in the late 1800s.

I vowed to God while sitting in Stanford Medical with about 60 other heart patients waiting to be operated on in Fall 1998 and decided that if God let me live that I would write about all the amazing experiences of my life that I had been afraid to share before then. I realized that no sharing all my amazing near death experiences and adventures with God and family and friends all over Earth would be a crime against God. My ego didn't have any reason to deny God the sharing of his experiences with others. So, I believe I am still alive because I write to help mankind and thereby bless God and his creation. So, there you have it. Learning to be humble and still to survive!