The Anointed Visionary

MY COMA DAY 4 - Tuesday, April 4, 2000

Day 4 in my coma - Tuesday, April 4, 2000 LET THE PRAYERS BEGIN

My parents told me that once God spoke and said no to the surgery that medical professionals came to tell them all about the odds. My toxicity screenings were not good.

Doctors told my parents of all the damage that had been done, the grim prognosis, and the slender odds of my recovery (should I recover) and what that would look like. My pulse ox levels had reached dangerous lows (in the 40s from last I remember before losing consciousness) and I was in a non-drug induced coma.

My mother was adamant that God said no surgery and not to cut out any of my organs. I was on life support and the machines were breathing for me because I could not breathe on my own.
My mother said that the 24/7 prayers and vigils and presence at the hospital began. The entire church and pastors from everywhere were praying for me and with them. They were coming in person to pray for me. My family were there by my side the entire time.

I was still in the ICU and while visitation was limited I was never alone nor without one. So let’s talk about this coma state of mine.

Was I aware of people being there? No
Did I feel them and hear them praying for me at that time? No
Was I floating above my body and seeing them? No

WHY?

Because by this time I was already with God and had connected with the bright white light. …. (to be continued).

MY COMA DAY 3 - Monday, April 3, 2000

My parents said that although I crashed between 1:30pm and 2:39pm EST on Saturday, April 1st; it wasn’t until 3:30am on Sunday, April 2nd that the phone rang and my father answered the phone.

My mother said he fell to his knees out of bed and said, “it’s Stefany, they said she’s not going to make it. Go get Tia. Go wake up Tia.” Tia was my mother’s younger sister Marsha who was an anointed and holy woman of God. She was the closest thing to an Angel for my entire family and she was a prayer warrior. She immediately started pleading the blood of Jesus and went into prayer.

My father said the doctors told he and my mother to get to the hospital right away that things were not looking good and they didn’t think I was going to make it. By the time they arrived to the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania, I was already in the ICU and hooked up to life support.

My mother said that my body looked very swollen and puffed up and that my right side was twisted down with the appearance of having a stroke. They were waiting for the doctors and when the nurse came in she said, “I knew she had to have a family and people who loved her”. My mother said, “of course she has people who love her and why would you say that?”
The nurse explained that she looked at my well manicured hands and feet and that she just knew. She also told my mother that she had my jewelry that I had worn and locked it up. She left to retrieve the jewelry so my mother could have it.

My parents said when the doctor came in he explained that my tox screens were not good. That I had been without oxygen for too long and that I would need surgery right away to cut out the damaged organs.

My mother says they were not considered next of kin so they had to wait for my husband’s consent. When he arrived he told the doctors to do whatever my father decided. They signed the consent.

As they were prepping me for surgery something strange happened. They kept trying to put this tube in my groin area (I still have the scar) and no one could get it in. Different people kept coming in and trying and were unsuccessful.

My mother says she felt God speak to her and told her to stop them. No surgery. So that is what she did. She told them to stop! (To be continued)

Yesterday, April 1, 2026, made exactly 26 years since my second death. 26 years which is the number 8; NEW BEGINNINGS. I AM so grateful to be alive and one day I will be able to really really share so many things with the world. I've been traveling and burning the candle at both ends and yesterday I was EXHAUSTED and I'm coming down with something so I've been taking all the herbs I can to fight off whatever is looming.

However, I feel like it's time to share my story again because there are new people I am connected to, people who may not know "the story", but more importantly people who may be blessed from its recollection.

Because I missed yesterday, I will share my Day 1 from my book that I wrote with everything I experienced and learned about life from the coma. It's called The 48 Laws of Prayer, Power, and the Promises of God and you can find the original version on Amazon and the Reinvented Version on Magcloud.... so here goes.

My COME EXPERIENCE DAY 1 - Saturday, April 1, 2000

On this day I died, was subsequently revived, on my deathbed and was on life support with machines breathing for me because I could not breathe for myself; and in a coma. My parents tell me when they received the call in the wee hours of the morning from the hospital the physicians told them to hurry up and get there quickly because they didn't know how much longer I would have. Every day from this day until the day I walked out of that hospital I will post all of the WONDERFUL things that are a part of my death and heaven personal account and experience as my FB status so as to bring Glory to THE CREATOR for ALL THE THINGS that have been a part of my journey people call LIFE.

The Message: Prior to going to the hospital I was home struggling to breathe and having one of the worst asthma attacks of my life. I thought I could make myself better. I should have gone to the hospital and gotten what I needed. But instead I waited in my own strength until I wasn't strong enough to even walk or take a simple breath.

The Lesson: Pushing yourself to your limits is never operating in wisdom. There is capacity, but you lose more than you gain when you do. When you seek assistance from someone who can help you, that is true wisdom.

The Moral: Pride serves and feeds ego not the best parts of who we are. Ask for help because self-preservation trumps everything.... (to be continued)

Dr. Stefany aka