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DIED
THREE TIMES
IN
1977
P.M.H. ATWATER
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DIED
THREE TIMES
IN
1977
By
P. M. H. ATWATER
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You Can Change Your Life
P.O. Box 7691
Charlottesville, VA 22906-07691
INTRODUCTION
Hi there! My name is P.M.H. Atwater. In 1977 it is my
belief I physically died three times. Because of what I saw
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and experienced, my life has never been the same since
...nor have I. Though I was seriously ill, I was never hospi-
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talized. Doctors were summoned only after the fact. This
1980
means I do not have documented proof I was actually dead.
by
P. M. H. ATWATER This little book, then, is one woman’s story. Just a story.
And as with all stories, some people will believe it and
some won’t, some will find it interesting and some will
think it hogwash. That’s okay. It really doesn’t matter to me
how people label it or what conclusion they reach. You see,
their opinions don’t change any thing. Not at all. What hap-
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be repro- pened, happened. Nothing can change that. It was a long
duced or utilized in any form by any means without per- nightmare that became a phenomenal blessing. It was a time
mission of the author. when my world and everything in it came to a crashing halt.
Not once, but three times.
What I saw on the “other” side is like nothing else I’ve
heard anyone else describe. Oh, there are some similarities,
but that’s about it. It took nearly two years to rebuild my
FIRST EDITION, NOVEMBER, 1980 body. I had very little money or insurance and wasn’t get-
SECOND EDITION, MARCH, 1998 ting anywhere with regular medical treatments. The worst
of the symptoms were gone but I was still sick and con-
fused. So, I took a daring step for me. I left orthodox med-
ical care and committed myself to a program of “natural
healing” in all its many forms and variables. I had to start
Published shed in the United States of America from the bottom up: crawling, standing, walking, running,
climbing, hearing, seeing, reasoning, relating, telling left
You Can Change Your Life from right. Sometimes I lost more ground than I gained. I
P.O. Box 7691 was determined though, and I made it. Not only did I get
Charlottesville, VA 22906-07691 well, but I’m now younger, healthier, happier, more at peace
than ever before in my life.
There are really two main stories to what happened to me
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- the events themselves and what I learned from them . . . a what they experienced, they returned panic-stricken, deny-
book of death and a book of life. This little book concerns ing all the stories of beauty told by others and claiming any
the death encounters, but it doesn’t tell the whole story. A form of heaven to be a figment of imagination and wishful
lot has been left out. So don’t be confused by missing thinking. The metaphysical or more abstract thinkers (those
details. It’s a little book of pain, horror and miracles. The people more open to variables than to any form of dogma or
rest of the story might be written someday, but for now this tradition) most often experienced incredible dimensions of
initial rendering is enough. higher learning, guides and masters, light beings, and near-
ly impossible-to-describe phenomena. Those that died
The book of life, of health and wholeness, will be writ- believing they would sleep until awakened by Gabriel,
ten handbook style and should be ready for print in 1981. It reported a black darkness, a feeling of being trapped and
will be pragmatic, specific and surprisingly honest and alone, stranded.
open. There’s nothing like dying to clear your head and turn
your priorities around. The process has a way of cutting What I’ve finally come to realize is we truly and most lit-
through all we surround ourselves with to shine a brilliant erally create our own realities. When we die, the reality we
spotlight on what’s really there. I’m excited about the created is where we will live and what we will become. Our
opportunity to write it, so we’ll see what happens. conscious minds, our thinking, our words, seem to have lit-
tle bearing if any on what will happen to us. The one deter-
You know, all of us will die someday. When that day mining factor and the only absolute I could find (if there’s
comes we will each have an opportunity to find out for our- any such thing as an absolute) was: WHEN WE DIE WE
selves what awaits us. It’s not the same for everyone. It’s WILL MEET AND BECOME WHAT WE TRULY ARE.
different - depending on you, your choices in life and what Whatever system of belief we have built for ourselves with-
you truly believe. Since late 1978 when I began speaking of in our subconscious mind, whatever we have accepted as
what happened to me, I have talked with people by the thou- true at the deepest level of our being . . . that is what we will
sands in many states. I’ve met more “near death” survivors find when we cross through death’s doorway. No more. No
than I can count, many of whom I’ve hugged, shared with, less.
or counseled as they continued their own battles to rebuild
and make some sense out of what happened to them. The But that’s not all. I found there to be a kind of rhythm
stories of what they saw or experienced are not the same. and fluctuation to what we experience once we cross over.
Some of the stories are filled with wonder, awe, inspiration, It’s like we’re left for awhile to meet ourselves and what we
beauty and joy. Others are crammed d with seemingly end- once considered truth. We can revel in the joy of it or with-
less horrors and panic. Those who were committed to draw in horror. We’re left to thoroughly experience our-
Judaism most often saw Father Abraham. Those who were selves and what we lived through and learned while on
fundamental Christians most often met Jesus. The Earth. Then, sooner or later, along will come a feeling,
Buddhists saw Buddha. The Atheists saw their neighbors or voice or being who will gently but patiently show us a bet-
best friends. And on and on. ter way and lead us upward toward soul-stirring surprises
. . . vast vistas of learning and experience beyond anything
The so-called “good” people, who deep within them- we could have ever imagined. As we reach out to what we
selves were actually filled with anger or bitterness or fear, are shown or led to, there spreads before us more beyond
met those negatives head-on; and were so traumatized by that, and beyond that even more still. I couldn’t find any
As I watched and listened with loving pleasure, it And into this great peace that I had become there came
occurred to me to see again my loved ones who had passed the life of Phyllis parading past my view. Not as in a movie
on before. No sooner had I expressed the thought than they theatre, but rather as a reliving. Had it been a reliving of just
were all there - including a grandfather who had died before deeds done, it would have been as expected because I had
my Phyllis personality was ever born. Talk about a thrill! It heard of that before. But for me it was far more involved.
was pure joy to visit again with each one and especially to The reliving included not only the deeds committed by
touch and speak with the grandfather who had left the col- Phyllis since her birth in 1937 in Twin Falls, Idaho, but also
orations of his philosophy behind for his family to use and a reliving of every thought ever thought and every word
continue. Then I thought about Jesus and he came. ever spoken PLUS the effect of every thought, word and
deed upon everyone and anyone who had ever come within
There was never any feeling or need to worship him. No her sphere of influence whether she actually knew them or
awe or fear. Rather, it was a feeling of seeing a beloved not PLUS the effect of her every thought, word and deed
elder brother after being apart for so long. I had always upon the weather, the air, the soil, plants and animals, the
wanted to thank him for the example he set for me to fol- waters, everything else within the creation we call Earth and
low, and I took full advantage of his visit to do just that. It the space Phyllis once occupied.
was a time of treasured friendship and much gratitude. He
was my brother and I loved him. Then he left. My loved It was a gestalt experience, meaning complete and whole
ones left as well. on all levels, a total viewing and reliving of the totality of
one woman’s life complete with all the ripples and conse-
After that, I grew tired of the world I had created so I quences of her ever having lived. I had no idea a past-life
thought it all away. It disappeared instantly. Now was the review could be like this. I never before realized that we
first time I ever looked at myself. Much to my surprise, I were responsible and accountable for EVERY SINGLE
had no body or form whatever. I was simply pure energy, THING WE DID. That was overwhelming.
Well, being a great believer in choice, I grabbed my Now, I’m a Western woman. Denver, Colorado, is just
phone and began to check out some parts of the message about as far East as my mind traveled at that time. Anything
that could be verified. I wasn’t about to believe just any- East of Denver was in another country, not part of the
thing I was handed, and most of what I had been handed United States. If I moved anywhere it would be West not
I
f you’re looking for a guru or religious figure, please
keep looking. I respect your quest, but I choose not to
But most of the credit I give to God, The Force, The One, be a part of it. Mine is the practical inner way - the path
The All (whatever name you wish to call It) with simply of balance and joy.
being What It Is and giving me the space and time to find
myself and discover Its Light within me. I get excited about dishwater and home-baked bread. I
find the soft touch of a baby, the warmth of a loved one, the
I know now why I couldn’t write the book I originally wrinkled hands of the old and tired more enlightening to me
planned. Goodness knows it would have all the blood and than chants, aura photography or becoming a master soul.
guts necessary for sales, though it would have to have been
sold as ‘fiction” as no one in their right mind would ever I take personal responsibility for me . . . and what I have
have identified it with any kind of truth. Nonetheless, its builded myself to be. I can’t blame that on anyone else and
publication would have hurt many people. A doctor could be honest, so I don’t. I am what I have made of my genetic
have been accused of malpractice. A man could have been code, environment and life’s experiences. I affirm the divin-
ity of choice, and when something goes wrong in my life, I
damned for life for his negligence. A whole list of well-
know just where to locate the cause - in what I see reflect-
meaning and beautiful people could have been needlessly
ed back from my mirror.
embarrassed. I began to recognize a powerful force at work
wanting that book. It’s called ego. The book would have Life is so beautiful. So am I. So are you. We are the same
sold well, but what of the price to others? you and I. And you honor me by being here. I cannot teach
you or change you. No one can. You do that for yourself. I
Because of this realization and the steady requests for can only share where I’ve been and what that’s taught me.
something written down, I came up with this little book. It If you can understand what I say and find meaning for your
tells most of the facts as they happened. Enough that should life in that, then we are both richly blessed.
inspire or challenge anyone who reads it. I borrowed the
money to have it printed. Its distribution will be through I believe myself to be a Child of God, an individualized
word of mouth, mailing lists, some announcements and ads. focus of The All. I believe that everything is spirit, every-
It will “float” around as it needs to, and those who should thing is One . . . and that all my choices interact with all of
read it, will. I’ve come to realize finally that everything yours. No one is an island. We are each part of the other. I
happens as it should when it’s time. believe that balance and wholeness are the secrets of life.
It’s just a little book, anyway. A tale of one woman who There’s no difference, really, between a bowel movement
and a vision, between scrubbing floors and praying,
faced herself and decided to change what she saw. So she
between balancing your checkbook and praising God. It’s
did . . .
all the same energy from the same Source. The only differ-
ence is how we choose to manifest that energy at any given
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P.M.H. Atwater, Lh.D.has distinguished herself internationally for her ground-breaking research of the near-death experience and its aftereffects. Her
books "Coming Back to Life" and "Beyond the Light" have challenged the entire field. With the publication of "Future Memory" she has expanded her
work into areas of brain development that call for a reconsideration of what is presently known about the transformation of consciousness. Interwoven
within her startling new discoveries are revelations she was given while on the “other side” of death’s curtain. Often forgotten is that she, too, is a near-
death survivor with her own story to tell. An engaging speaker and visionary, Atwater’s passion is born of experience tempered by over twenty years of
objective research discipline.
An accomplished rune caster specializing in the Elder or Yin Runes, she authored “THE MAGICAL LANGUAGE OF RUNES” (now out-of-
print), and the newly released “GODDESS RUNES” and the “GODDESS RUNES KIT.”
A recipient of numerous awards, her biography is in sixteen Who’s Who books, half of them international editions. She has lectured extensively, her
writings appearing in many national publications. She attended Boise State University in Boise, Idaho, and received her humanities doctorate in 1992
from the International College of Psychic Studies, Montreal, Canada.
Look for her newest book in Spring 1999 (from Three Rivers Press), “CHILDREN OF THE NEW MILLENNIUM” - a major study of children’s
near-death states and the millennial child. “LIFE SOUNDS,” “THE FROST DIAMOND,” and “I DIED THREE TIMES IN 1977,’ are all reissues of
earlier work.