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!