Jason Betts - Near Death Experience

It was Father's Day, 1988, and I had just argued about religion with my father. Boy, was I in for a lesson. I hopped on my brother's bicycle and headed down to the video shop to re-hire my favourite movie, 'The Highlander'. I just didn't know I was dying to see it that badly.

A couple of months after my experience I was off to a friend's sleepover party. Along the highway on the way there, I saw a car crash, turn and flip over at speed, then it disappeared. I asked my parents, "Did you see that?", and they said no. That night, my friend's brother drove that same white little car and crashed it just like I saw it that day before. What made it interesting was that I told my friend the vision upon arrival, but we left it there, not knowing the brother would be in that particular car. This was my first direct experience - easy, natural, exact - but which pales in comparison to the ability and complexity to which I am now accustomed. But now, back to the story.

I lived on Trevallyn Hill, Launceston, which was very high. Being Sunday, I had to cruise down Bald Hill Rd into town to get my movie, in my anger, and at 40-50kmph, which didn't quite allow me to turn the curvy, windy road. So I impacted the steel guard rail at speed at the bottom (my dent is still there), almost landing on the rocks of the Gorge on the River Tamar. Bike demolished. A sequence of fortunate events followed. The two girls that found me should have been on the other side of the road, where the footpath was, lest I wouldn't have been discovered until it was too late, as I was bleeding internally.

One girl ran to nearest house for help. The woman who answered door taught first aid at St John's Ambulance. The second girl ran to a public telephone and had was denied ambulance service due to prior prank calls that day; they did come anyway, just in case it wasn't a prank. The surgeon in the hospital, who just happened to be a specialist micro-surgeon, was taking short cut through the car park and was found. The anaesthetist was in the hospital at the time to see patients for pre-op for the next day, and the surgical registrar had just finished a long shift so the decision to operate was made just before a change of shift so they were able to put a surgical team together. Accident at 3:30pm, hospital at 4pm, surgery at 5pm.

Now here's where it gets interesting - first person present. When the gas mask is placed over my mouth, everything goes blurry, and then refocusses. Except that everything is kind of hazy and glowing at the same time. People move about me in a controlled panic and I see the lights above me, brightly, and glowing with energy. The lights, they get bigger, like they're moving closer to me, but no-one is touching them. The clock, on the wall, seems to be sliding down the wall, and the lights are now really close. I glance over and I see my body, down there, on the table, with people moving all about, and I realise there's no sound. I think to myself "This can't be happening", and feel myself twinge as I move through the five circular light arrangement. It ends.

My father tells me that at 9:24pm he finds himself on our neighbour's doorstep; Mike Normington then offers a prayer and leads Dad through to a point of hope, sharing in the tragedy. At 9:25pm I finally stopped bleeding after six hours. Just this year, Dad discovers the parallels of all four gospels, Ch 9:24-25, which reflect all personal aspects of my experience.

When I wake up, I find myself imbedded with tubes - respirator, jugular vein transfusion drip, wrist drips x2, catheter, 4 abdominal drain bags, 52 stainless steel abdominal staples, and less a gall bladder and most of my liver, plus a few bruises. I'll skip the next few months, but I will say when I woke up, I wrote on a piece of paper, "I am now a Christian". This was largely due to my dream-experience, which I remembered happened just before waking.

I was on a plain of clouds, puffy and white, like Heaven. There in the middle was my deceased paternal grandfather, my favourite grandparent, a priest and a Freemason. He was smiling at me, standing in his garden, with his leather gardening apron, his house standing singly on the plateau of whiteness. I was not thinking - no mental commentary or thought - but I remember feeling his love for me, and my love for him. He then started to get bigger, until he and the house was right in front of me. There was a gate in the fence - it was open, his hand upon it - which he then closed. That was all I remembered.

These days, I teach the psychic perceptions that come with spiritual development - clairvoyance (seeing), clairsentience (feeling), clairaudience (hearing) and claircognisance (knowing), usually in that order. Some can be learnt fast (in minutes), while others take days. Some, *gasp*, yes some, can even take weeks to get a grip on. When you have the right technique, it takes you to your potential, fairly quickly, and then the hard work of discipline, practise and experience gives you the mastery of complexity and perfection of the art. This part takes years; I believe seven gives you great skill and fourteen gives you mastery. Only now do I realise what's really possible.

To wit, this October last I gave a Reiki Lecture and Psychic Demonstration at the Australian Mensa Conference in Brisbane. The other lecturers were university doctors or professors, speaking on diverse topics, with about sixty Mensans in the audience (and visuance). So I demonstrated on three pairs of people, one under each hand, and let the Reiki flow for five minutes while I spoke of what true Reiki is, as it is taught in Buddhism and in Japan (which is different from the American version which is incomplete an unfortunately prevalent in Australia).

To one, I said I saw a big clunky malachite stone on a necklace - they said they had had it for years, and just lost it. To another, I felt lung problems and an irritated throat, plus a soreness in the heart - they said lung cancer, still smoking, and problems with their thymus gland. I mention here that I listed about five things for everyone, and never was I wrong. These things were never repeated that day, each was individual to one person. To a lady I said I felt a problem in her back, behind the bra strap, left side by two inches, maybe surgery (but probably not), and loves to garden and read and read - she had had surgery in that exact position five months earlier, loves to garden and is constantly reading every day, with a massive library, loving all books.

To an older chap I sensed an other world contact, and asked if someone had recently died; he said no, but that his parents died together many years ago at this time of year. To the same gentleman, I said digestive problems and low stomach acid and lacking digestive enzymes - he replied that he was taking prescription medicine for it from his doctor. A man with two walking sticks due to sciatic pain recieved half an hour of Reiki and then walked without limping; that evening he walked without either of his sticks. These are just some of the things mentioned; information on feelings, travel, spiritual state and so on were also mentioned.

These are just examples of a 'quickie' energy perception reading. Sitting with a person for thirty minutes, not five, brings about a much greater sense of inner communication and clarity. In the advanced Reiki healing, direct communication with higher consciousness is demonstrated, from feelings to direct mediumship. What I like the most about Reiki is that it is a complete system within itself, learnt over just two days, then four days for advanced level, and is dependent upon the quality of the teacher, not the student. Buddho Reiki is given as a shaktipat, known as Reiju, an enlightenment energy transmission from sensei to student, where the power of the Reiki is seeded and blossomed in the student. All are welcome to receive.

Reiki is my spiritual pathway, and all that goes with it - the healing, the teaching, the personal growth, the being - and I am glad that I have found my way. But until I did, I just knew it wasn't religion. I will never forget that first Sunday in September 1988; my growing dissatisfaction with religious belief came to a head that day, when my eyes were opened, my mind made see, my body resurrected and my life devoted. So such it is, and will be.

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