In the 70′s I lived in Colorado and had some friends who I met skiing. One of the guys was a reader of Carlos Castaneda. We were discussing deep issues and this guy said that if I would ask God, the universe, whatever to show me my death, that it would happen.
Soooo, I took a deep breath and mentally asked to see my death.
I had tried to read a C.C. book and I couldn’t get very far into it. There was too much weird stuff and it left me cold. I never tried again.
On Saturday of that week I was baking chocolate chip cookies. Being a conscious baker I took the cookies off the pan and put them onto a rack. A few minutes later I moved them off the rack into the cookie jar. As I was doing this I looked down at the rack and saw the remaining cookies sitting on my rack in the shape of a cross. It was apparent to me that Jesus Christ was reaching out to me, letting me know that he wanted me to be with him.
