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.