PART TWELVE: CHANGES IN LIFE'S FOCUS

I decided to phase out my daytime newspaper jobs as I felt too much of a target. I began delivering the Globe and Mail newspaper in three Vancouver suburbs. I quit all my other newspaper routes. Mr. Douglas, the federal Minister of Justice, was removed from his post and Kim Campbell was given the position. She followed me as I delivered my newspapers at night and she even sometimes followed me during the day. I refused to write another appeal.

I reported my parents and the federal government to the police in an angrily worded, hand-written letter. I demanded my court compensation. I was not given it.

The Supreme Court of Canada had been poised to award me five hundred million dollars ($500,000,000), but it was decided that I appeared insane and so I lost the initial round of the trial. The trial was left undecided and open. The money was given back to Eaton's. My father received a pay-off of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars ($150,000) from Eaton's for having helped that company win their case against me by maligning me and not telling me about my case.

My boss for the Globe and Mail was fired and the man, who replaced him, fired me and took over my route. At that time, one of my parents' neighbours was a district manager for the Financial Post, which was another newspaper delivered in the Vancouver area. He hired me within a few days to do the same area as I had done for the Globe and Mail. While I was delivering the Financial Post, I read that Thor Eaton had replaced his brother, Frederick Eaton, as the president of Eaton's. This change came in the middle of my trial against Eaton's.

Eventually, I lost my financial Post carrier job, too, when my boss took another job. I went to work for a sawmill blade making factory. The management of this company played the same game with me as Eaton's had. This company wanted me to be an accountant for them, but I had to go to bed with someone from the company first. I was not making enough money with them to ask anyone out on a date! I was never was offered the accountant position. My mother had phoned the management of this company and had got them to continue the game that Eaton's had started. My mother wanted to get them sued and keep my trial in court. My parents were afraid of my trial coming to an end because they knew that I would find out what they had done to me. I got angry with the factory management and they laid me off.

My father suggested that I go to Japan and teach English and he said that he would help me financially to that end. I applied to four companies. Only two companies called me for an interview. The interviewer for the company GEOS did not like me and I was not hired. The interviewer/consultant for Interac liked me and I was one of seventeen people out of sixty-three to be short-listed for two or three teaching positions. I was hired.

I got everything ready and was poised to go to Izumo, Japan in May 1991, but the teacher, who was already there, decided to renew his contract. I got a job for two months in a medium security prison as kitchen help. Another teaching position became available and I was posted to Kurashiki, Okayama Prefecture, Japan.

I went to America to spend a week with my sister and her family in Los Angeles, California before going to Japan. I left for America from Vancouver, Canada on about July 13, 1991. For the first three days that I was in America, the shock of my in Canada really hit me hard. Each morning for the first three days when I was in the shower at my sister's place, I lost a large handful of hair. I felt my hair pop out of my scalp in a wavelike ejection. I had been uptight and I had started to relax. I became quite bald on the top of my head. This alarmed my sister, who did not know what I had been through. My mother had lied to my sister and her husband about me.

While I was staying at my sister's place in California, I opened the window of the bedroom, in which I slept, as it was quite warm. For two nights in a row, members of the radio station, called KNX, stood way out on the street. They said that KNX would hire me to be a news reporter. These people said that I would be paid seventy-five thousand dollars (US$75,000) per year to sleuth out and write news stories based solely on what I had overheard and lip-read. I woke up and heard all this repeated and so this exercise of theirs was not a test of any of my abilities.

On the first morning after this supposed test by KNX, my sister belittled me for not being able to remember things that I had been told while I slept. You see, part of what my parents had done to me had come up in conversation and I said that I remembered what people said while I slept. I was frustrated by my sister's intimidation for several reasons. I had been awakened by KNX staff members and so it bore no reflection on my abilities. I could not really prove who had been talking in the street at night. Also, I had been told that I appeared insane after I had said that I had remembered what people in Smithers had said while I was sleeping. I was terrified of being accused of being insane once again. I also knew that I could not do the KNX job because every radio reporter needs taped proof of a story or libel charges would likely be laid. Finally, I had signed a contract to be an English teacher in Japan. If I had not gone to Japan, I could have been sued for breach of contract. KNX could have offered Interac a buy-out on the teacher contract and could have hired me, but that would have been expensive. KNX could have talked to me and waited one year to hire me after I had honoured my contract with Interac. KNX never once approached me and spoke to me directly. I had given up on working for KNX because I did not think that they were treating me fairly. It was clear to me that many of the staff members at KNX did not understand the law and this seemed odd to me as KNX was an all-news radio station.

On the second morning after the KNX test, a police officer knocked on my sister's door. He said that many of my sister's neighbours were upset with KNX's treatment of me. I told the police officer that the end result of what KNX was doing to me was extortion. I said that I was being forced into a situation where my abilities would be exploited to a degree, which might cost me legal charges and the job that my abilities had secured for me. The police officer asked me if I wanted to press charges. I said that I wanted to take legal action against KNX, but my sister forbade it saying that Christians do not take people to court and that she would expel me from her house, if I did take legal action. The police officer asked me what I wanted him to do. I asked him to tell KNX to leave me alone. I told him that I was going to Japan to teach English. The police officer told me that I was going to have a difficult life and I agreed with him. My sister was angry with me. She did not understand my circumstances at all. She understands me now, though.

PART ELEVEN: PROOF OF MY DEATH

The first night after I was shot, my father saw the hole in my head, while I was sitting and watching TV. My father was standing a little behind me and above me in the kitchen. The room with the TV and the laundry room are three steps below the kitchen in my parents' house. My father asked me what the hole was. I lied to him and said that it was a pimple. I was furious with him because I knew that it was his stupidity that had escalated my situation to the point that I was shot. I also knew that my father would not have believed the truth about the hole in my head. My father countered my answer by saying that he could see what appeared to be my brains. I became short with him and stated emphatically that it was only a pimple on my head. I told him not to worry about it and that it would get better. He told me not to get water or soap in it when I showered the next morning.

My mother did not see this hole in my head as she had separated from my father and was living with my sister and my American brother-in-law in California. My mother was only granted six months in America as she was a Canadian without sufficient means of providing for herself and she was not allowed to work in America, of course. She came back to Mission and lived with my father at the end of her six-month stay in America. I was still living in my parents' house at the time of my mother's return.

For three days after I had been shot, a man, who was dressed in a Royal Canadian Army uniform and who was driving a black or very dark green federal government station wagon, drove by me coming from the north as I driving from the south on the road, on which the Whonnock General Store sits. This man, who was my main assassin, passed me just south of the general store each of these three days. Each time that he passed me, I read his lips as he apologized for having shot me. The first two days that he passed me, I ignored him. I was too angry to respond in any way. On the third day that he passed me, I realized that he had just been following orders. I forgave him for shooting me. I mouthed that he was OK and that it was not his fault. I made motions that indicated that the government in Ottawa was crazy. He thanked me. That was the last time that I saw him.

Two startling things came to the forefront at that time. Most everyone was talking about a temporal aberration or abnormality in time having occurred on July 17, 1989. This date coincided with my death, my resurrection, and my theophanic experience. Also, most Bible students were talking about Bible verses, that had been rewritten or erased. In particular, verses, that had mentioned a one-thousand year reign of Christ on earth, had vanished.

In late summer of 1989 shortly after I had been shot, a celebrity, fund-raiser baseball game, which was organized by David Foster, was played in Victoria, British Columbia. Many music stars, Hollywood actors, and the Prime Minister of Canada of that time, Brian Mulroney, were all playing. The TV show, Entertainment Tonight, aired a clip from this game. The clip showed Prime Minister Brian Mulroney manning a base. He was trying to tag out Meredith Baxter-Birney, who is now Meredith Baxter. She was sliding into base. She was safe. Only Mary Hart's voice could be heard while she was giving the report. The people in the clip could not be heard. I read the lips of these two "ball players". Meredith Baxter said: "Get away from, you horrible man." Brian Mulroney said: "We didn't know what he had been through. We are glad the he didn't die, though." (As an aside here, I actually did die and was resurrected from the dead by God through Jesus Christ, the son of God.) Meredith Baxter asked for my name and Brian Mulroney refused to tell her. The camera then went back to Mary Hart and Jon Tesh as they were going to a commercial break. These two were talking to each other, but their voices were not audible. Only the Entertainment Tonight theme music could be heard. I read their lips, too. Jon Tesh asked Mary Hart: "Do you think it's true?" Mary Hart replied: "Yes, they shot the man. Meredith is my friend and she wouldn't lie." Jon Tesh responded: "No, she wouldn't. What's his name?" Mary Hart said: "He wouldn't tell her." Jon Tesh asked: "Why would they shoot him?" Mary Hart said: "I don't know, but they did." Jon Tesh said: "That's terrible." Mary Hart replied: "It is. It is terrible." Jon Tesh asked: "And he's alive?" Mary Hart said: "He is. He's alive." Jon Tesh said: "That's amazing." Mary Hart agreed. After seeing this and comprehending everything that Mary Hart and Jon Tesh had said, I felt as though I had hundreds of friends in the world and I was glad of the validation of my death and resurrection.

PART TEN: A NEW BEGINNING

I got back in my car and I tried pushing down on the steering wheel to get my car to do down to the road. God told me to concentrate on the car going down and it would. I accomplished this. I drove to the Whonnock General Store and parked out in front of it next to the road. I thought that I was mortal again and that my car was visible. I was neither mortal nor visible and my car was not visible.

What made me think that I was mortal again was that my head ached where I had been shot. I reasoned that a cola would likely relieve the pain in my head. I got out of my car and walked to the door of the store. The door was a wooden frame around a large pane of glass. I pushed on the glass with my left hand to open the door. My hand penetrated the glass as if I were a spirit being, which I still was. I was confused. I withdrew my hand as the glass felt as though it were closing in around my wrist. Next, I pushed on the wooden frame of the door near the handle. The experience was the same. I tried the door handle next and as I expected the door to open, l walked forward and, without being able to open the door, I passed through it as if I were a spirit being, which I was. I was even more confused and startled.

At that time, the glass counter in that store ran full length of the store with only one gap in it. The cash register was on the centre of the counter. I was surprised that the only clerk in the store remained seated in a chair behind the counter and she continued to read a magazine as I passed by. I though that it was odd for her not to acknowledge my presence. I walked to the back of the store to the pop cooler, opened the cooler door, and took out the last can of cola. As I walked back towards the cash register, God told me that I would become mortal again when I set the cola on the counter. I hesitated a little and then, I set the cola on the counter. At the same, I said "hello" to the clerk. She looked at me in shock. She looked as if she had seen a ghost.

At the same time as the store clerk was startled, I heard someone honk a car horn in agree or shock. I bought my cola and, as I walked out of the store, I overheard someone ask another person where my car had come from. Someone else said that it had just appeared on its spot suddenly. I did not say a thing. I got into my car and finished delivering my newspapers. The cola gave me a lot of relief from my headache. Several times, I touched the area on my head, where the bullets had entered it, and I felt one hole. Through that small hole in my head, I was able to touch my brains. God told me that He had left the hole there, so that I would remember all my death and resurrection experiences. He said that it would be mostly healed by the next morning.