PART EIGHT: THE HEALING

Miraculously, I came to my senses slightly again within a few seconds. The pain in my head was excruciating. The pain in my right leg was severe, but it seemed manageable compared to the pain in my head. I could not see or hear. I touched my eyes and I spread my eyelids apart with my thumbs and index fingers. I had proven that I really could not see. Panic was starting to mount. I felt blood everywhere. It was in my eyes and my ears. Blood was all over my face. The blood dried on my fingers quickly in the hot, summer sun: my fingers became sticky. Then, I started to feel something different on my hands. This new substance felt like very warm Jell-o that had not set yet. It was my brains. I knew what I was touching and my panic heightened.

While I was running my hand over my face, I had noticed that my face seemed shorter length-wise than it should have been. I explored my jaw area and found that my lower jaw was missing. I reached up under where my chin and lower jaw should have been and my fingers were able to touch the entirety of the roof of my mouth without hindrance. There was a large hole in the roof of my mouth. The hole was about two inches or five centimetres in diameter. I was able to touch my brains through this hole. My brains were very literally scrambled in this area of my head. I panicked. I sobbed. No tears came. I knew that I was alive, but that I was a mess and an invalid. I called out to God in a silent prayer for help.

I continued exploring my head with my right hand. I searched for my tongue next as I had not yet found it. I found its stump at the back of my throat. My right hand traced the edges of the skin outside my upper jaw and I discovered that my mouth and cheeks were torn right back to my throat on both sides. I followed down my chest with my right hand and I found that my lower jaw and severed tongue were plastered to my chest with brains and blood. As soon as I touched my severed tongue, it fell, hit my right leg, and landed on the floor of my car. I could not find it again as I was still unable to see.

I felt where there was pain in my right leg. There were two bullet holes all the way through my leg and there was lots of blood on my leg. I was able to move my body and my left leg with relative ease, but I was able to move my head and my right leg only a little. I panicked and begged God to heal me or to take my life quickly as He saw fit.

I heard the voices of two men speaking close to me. When I say that I heard the voices of these men, I do not meant it in the conventional way, though. It was as if I was sensing two men speaking via some inner ability. It was long after these events that I realized that I heard these two men speaking through telepathic ability on my part at that time.

The two men expressed their shock over having shot and killed a newspaper carrier: there was even some outrage in their voices. One of the men said that he had been told that I was planting bombs in mailboxes. They also expressed their shock over me being alive. One of the men said that he would have to shoot me again because I was in too much of a mess to live that way. He did not think that any doctor would be able to cure me. I later realized that these two men were the army sharpshooters, who had been commissioned to kill me.

A third man suddenly appeared on the scene and the two men asked him how he had arrived there and who he was. He replied that Hew was an Angel of God and, more precisely, that He was Jesus Christ. He said that He had been sent from Heaven by God to heal me. The two men asked what was going to happen and Christ's reply was that He did not know, that God would decide, and that God was really angry that I had been shot for not reason. The two men apologized and said that they had been lied to. Christ said that He knew and that it was not their fault really. Then Christ said that He had to take his leave form them and heal me. They asked if they could watch and Christ said that they were allowed to watch the healing, but they had to back up a distance because of the intensity of the power needed to heal me.

As I was not used to listening to any conversation through telepathy, I was very disoriented and did not believe the content of what I had sensed. In the next instant, I felt a hand close to my face and an extremely hot and painful sensation on the wounded areas. I did not understand what was occurring and so I resisted. I held the hand away from me. The being (The Christ), who was helping me, told me that He was helping me and that He would have to cause me pain elsewhere in my body, if I did not allow Him to heal me. I put my had down, telepathically told Him that I submitted, I let Him heal me. I felt the flesh, blood, and brains such back into and onto my body. I felt flesh knitting together. My face and right leg felt searingly hot. Then suddenly, I could see and hear and I saw Christ ascending into heaven once again. I waved at Him, smiled at Him, and thanked Him for having healed me. He smiled, waved back, and acknowledged my gratitude. He shot heavenward faster than a flash of lightning. He had been dressed all in white and intensely bright to look at. The light was white. The light had emanated from Him. At this point, I did not really perceive that this had been the Christ. I knew that an Angel of God had come to me, though. I felt overawed by my theophanic experience and overjoyed by my resurrection.