Hello all. Long time since I posted. I survived a plane crash on 9/11/25 taking off from KCLS. 5 days of surgeries. And about 30# of Metal in me. I made it to the end of the tunnel. Was given the choice. Live in the light or go back into my broken body. I choose LIFE. I couldn’t leave my best friend lover and wife. It was worth all the pain. I got 8 more weeks in bed. And then months or rehab. But I’ll. Walk again. And fly shortly after that. Peace Love & Light. I Love You.

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modulo 6 months ago
Keep up the good fight!🤙🏻
It takes a good heart to return to a world of suffering and not abandon your loved ones in an untimely manner. I must ask: Did you reflect on your life? How long was this journey through the tunnel, if that's even quantifiable? Did you see your body from an ethereal perspective? God Bless.
Sad. #pilotstr Interesting that I found no reference to this in the NTSB incidents & accidents database searching September for all of Washington, and searching nationally for 9/11. I also looked on pilots of America mishaps log and found nothing. Looks like an experimental, sonex onex? Hard to tell from the pictures… What was the reg number?
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Jimbo Galtomoto 6 months ago
Bitcoin is up while you’ve been away, so there’s that! Welcome back
A man will follow his instincts and chase dreams. Sometimes it turns out ugly. Glad it was not your time yet. Happy flying! 🙏
Thanks. Strange that NTSB does not have a record of this. I wonder if it is because the plane was de-registered in 2011. #pilotstr stay safe out there. @Sensei Scramblin I which you a fast recovery.
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Jim Smij 5 months ago
doood!! holy shit!! I haven't been following the #lotsproject telegram and missed this. have you been able to keep up with the coffee biz & airbnb?
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Jim Smij 5 months ago
I just #zapd you & ordered some merch too. :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ sending healing vibes ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was awesome. I came back to support my wife. I knew she’d be heartbroken. I met St. Peter at a door. Not a gate. He had a thick book of my life. His only question was. So. How did you do? As if asking about my execution of a mission. I said pretty good so far. And since I didn’t indicate being done. He sent me back. It’s funny. Now I know that dying doesn’t hurt at all. It’s actually peaceful and beautiful. But I’m being Extra careful now. Knowing at any minute. Shit can happen and you’re on your way.
Just getting back Tao answering all these. Yea. Me too. Way to Much left to do on this plane. But I’m def not afraid of death in the slightest. It was awesome. Didn’t hurt a bit. And St. Peter was really cool. Looked like Roark in Fantasy Island.
Sorry for the delay. Just getting back to everybody. Yea. Dying didn’t hurt at all. Reminded me of some DMT or LSD experiences. Except even more indelible. Instead of a tunnel. It was like the inside of a white 100 sided rubics cube. When it all stopped rotating. St Peter was sitting in an all white room. Wearing an all white suit with a monocle. Enjoying a cup of coffee and leafing through a foot thick book. The story of my life. There was a closed door behind him. He telepathically asked me. “So, how’d you do so far?” My only answer was because it was from the heart. Was. Pretty good. He said what’s next? And again I couldnt not be honest. It doesn’t work like that. I think he already knows. I said I’ll play the next card you deal. Knowing how destroyed my body was. But at the same time how much my wife and kids needed me. So I was willing to go either way. He closed the book. And the cube started spinning backwards. The ride back up took lots longer and was way stranger. White cubic land became hellfire death land where people were getting crushed and tortured. Then up into the most beautiful psychedelic colorful geometry land. And then. Falling back into your body. And slammed back into reality gasping for air in the life flight. The poor EMT girl. She started screaming at the pilot that I was alive and he punched it hard. Could hear the jet turbine spin up to redline. They were going to cut my leg off. And ha ha. 6 months later I just did a rave at the tacoma dome on a new hip and 2 rebuilt knees. They said I’d be in a wheel chair for a year. I used red light and sound waves and was out of that fucking thing by December. I rust refused to go down. Ty for you well wishes. Love!
Thank you for the well wishes. Sorry it took so long to reply. I got out of the wheelchair chair in December and just did my first race on my feet in March. Feels great to dance again. Love you!
Nope. 9/11/25. I died for 20 min. Came back and did 5 days of surgery. Got rebuilt. Light and sound therapy rebuilt me. Just did a rave at the tacoma dome. Danced for 6 hours straight. Be well.
100%. I met St Peter. He’s cool. It was intense. I was dead for 20 minutes. Popped back to life in the chopper. 5 days of surgery. Said I’d be in the chair til April. I escaped in December and danced 6hr at a rave in March. Light and sound therapy was the trick. Love you! If you’re in the PNW on the summer solstice. Come to our giant campout. Or come climb mt Elinor with me and the fireman that saved me. 9/11/26
I used 660 light and 180hz and 432hz tones. That and cannabis rub. Got out of the wheel chair in December and back to the races this March. Ty for the prayers they helped a bunch. Love you!
Yea they said I was over weight 25# but I can’t figure out how they came to that. I was exactly in the middle of the balance calc.