“When people ask my age, I always respond that I am ageless and timeless!” ~ Jussta Each of us are going through major transitions and transformations in our lives, so this month, I want to share mine.  Years ago, in the 1970s, I would be stunned when people judged illness as something lacking spiritually.  Personally, I believe every experience, including ill-health, is a gift to increase our spirituality, to increase or stimulate compassion, expand understanding, and to teach non-judgment For the past year, I have been receiving messages and hints from The White Light that the time of my physical transition is nearing.  None of this frightened me.  After all, I have been living on ‘borrowed time’ in this physical body since making my promise to The White Light to do anything for additional life in this body since 1962 when I died on the operating table.  The White Light wanted me, but I argued, pleaded and bargained for additional life in this physical body.  The White Light finally granted my request.  When I asked what I had to do, The White Light replied, “You will know when you have done what it is you are to do”. It was many years later I began receiving undeniable “Divine Signs’ from The White Light guiding me to my next adventure.  I followed these ‘Divine Signs’ which I followed without hesitation or question. It took me months after the year of publishing my memoirs, to realize why I was so insistent to publish five of my memoirs within one year.  I was driven and so focused to get it done, yet I never questioned what the hurry was after all these years after writing each of them beginning in the late 1980s.  All were written near the time of the experiences. I was medically declared dead several times on the operating table.  Each time, I would have another encounter with The White Light.  The White Light made several promises each time.  One of them was “the gift of amazing recuperative powers.”  I thought what a strange gift that was – but as it turned out, it would be one of the most valuable gifts I would need after numerous injuries, physical attacks, traumas, and many surgeries leading many different medical doctors and surgeons to call me their “walking medical miracle.” Another message from The White Light during one of my physical deaths as I flat-lined on the operating table for 13 minutes and 22 seconds was, “You will be richly rewarded, generously provided for, and totally healed.” Years later, I realized while on tour in Australia teaching firewalking to thousands of people and teaching people from around the world to be firewalk leaders that each time as each attendee inserted what we wanted to surrender to the fire and what they wanted from the fire, I always wrote the same thing!  My request was to be physically, spiritually, and emotionally totally healed!” After completing two-years of my firewalk tour in Australia, when I returned to the USA, I immediately began experiencing severe accidents and other unusual health problems.  One of the major health problems was I had a bi-lateral mastectomy due to silicone poisoning in my breasts which were becoming hugely swollen, pressing on one of my breasts would cause it to turn burgundy or purple lasting for hours.  Both breasts were hardening like solid rocks. I was guided by a television commercial to have a mammography at a mobile center near where I was currently living in Silver Lake.  I had never told anyone, even doctors, that I had numerous silicone injections in both breasts by a medical doctor in Newport Beach in the early 1970s at the urging of a friend who had the same breast injections – but I did tell this nurse that did the mammogram. This medical doctor told each woman he was injecting ‘medical-grade silicone’ injections which medical silicone never existed.  This doctor ended up killing many women from silicone poisoning.  He lost his medical license – retired to Baja California and continued the silicone injections in a mansion on the beach which he built that looked like a walled-fortress. The next day after my mammography, the nurse telephoned to tell me everything was fine, but she had made an appointment for me with a breast surgeon at UCLA Olive View Hospital the next day just to have a professional opinion. I was in a very small examination room when five doctors, all breast surgeons, including the Chief surgeon, walked in.  Without mincing words, the Chief Surgeon said, “Your breasts both have to be removed immediately.”  I questioned his diagnosis and told him that my breasts had solidified from the silicone.  He shook his head and replied, “When we remove your breasts, they will be silicone slime exactly as the day they were injected.”  I disagreed about the silicone still being in liquid form.  I agreed to a bi-lateral mastectomy.  Surgery was urgently scheduled. During the operation, my consciousness was above the table watching the operation.  I saw the Chief Surgeon make incisions and then use two very large paddles that looked like giant to scoop out all the silicone and breast tissue.  I did not feel any pain – but I could smell the flesh burning as he was cauterizing the blood vessels.  The last I recall from the operating room was a huge glassed in gallery, filled to standing-room only.  All of the tissues were sent to pathology. When I awakened in the recovery room, the Chief Surgeon came up to me and shook my hand and said, “You were right!  I was wrong!  Your breasts had solidified as you said and appeared to be calcified sea coral!  There was not one bit of silicone slime.  I have never discovered this medical issue in hundreds of surgeries removing silicone.” I was released from the hospital.  There was no one to care for me.  I had tubes draining fluid and blood from my chest.  I noticed that one of the drains was clogged with a very large blood clot.  I telephoned 911.  The ER men wanted to take me to City of Angels Hospital and refused my insistence to take me back to UCLA Olive-View in Simi Valley.  So, I refused treatment. Instead, I had what I thought was a brilliant idea.  I would pour rubbing alcohol on a toothpick and use it to break up the blood-clot to clear the drain.  It worked! When I told the Chief Surgeon what I had done, I swear he almost fainted – his face turned white as he told me it should have caused a massive infection leading to sepsis (blood poisoning). I told him, ‘well it did not – and I am fine.’ On another visit, it was time to remove the drains in my chest.  He told me I would feel a ‘pulling sensation’ but no pain.  He placed his knee against my rib cage and ripped the ingrown drain out of one side.  I screamed in excruciating pain! I told him, the Chief Surgeon, you better give me a shot of Lidocaine before you remove the other drain or I swear I will rip your balls off! Obviously, he believed me!  He returned with two husky male residents (his bodyguards) and a female nurse.  He injected the Lidocaine, gave it time to take effect, and with his knee against my rib cage ripped out the other ingrown drain.  This time it was painless. It took three long weeks waiting for the pathology report.   The pathologist telephoned me, informing me that every single cell ‘looked like cancer cells’ but they refused to grow.  She said she had never seen anything like it in her over 20 year career as a pathologist. I was offered plastic surgery, but was guided to refuse when I was told the gel implants would have silicone shells.  I had been blessed by The White Light.  This was one of the answers to my countless requests for total healing.  I was given silicone prosthetics to wear with special bras.  I wore them several times – but they were heavy and hot and 18 years later they sit in a dresser drawer. I am not self-conscious about not having breasts – in truth, others are either good actors – but never even seem to notice. Months after my bi-lateral mastectomies, I learned that there were only ten living survivors from silicone injections in their breasts in the early 1970s. 18 years later, I am the last living survivor out of the ten. Years of seeing the same Chiropractor, one day he commented, “Jussta, I want to commend you on your courage of not wearing prosthetics.  You are the bravest woman I know.  I responded, ‘I am a woman – with or without breasts, there is no shame for me in having a flat chest.’ I did not mean to write about this experience.  As I write this, I realize The White Light wants me to share this experience.  When other women of all ages (and men as well) contact me, they are desperate for answers, for confirmation they are not losing their minds.  Many are terrified of not having breasts – some want me to tell them to have the plastic surgery.  Whether their mastectomies are necessary from implants or from breast cancer, I tell them their health has already been severely compromised and implants will only cause more complications and could compromise their health even more. I started my web site, www.jussta.com including a very large section on silicone poisoning and breast implants to inform and let these people know they are not alone, including giving them the specific Social Security Disability Codes due to silicone poisoning which is combined with the code for tobacco poisoning.  I also made a long list of my physical symptoms.  So many of the emails from these women were stunned to relate to almost every single symptom I listed. Over the past decade, I have received hundreds, if not more, emails from women suffering from silicone poisoning or defective breast implants.  Many tell me I have saved their life – they were on the verge of suicide, unable to face their lives falling apart – husband’s divorcing them, unable to comprehend even a paragraph when trying to read, unable to work or care for their children.  These emails told me of successful women barely able to function, many on the verge of suicide.  All of them suffering souls, lost faith, and in severe pain suffering severe depression.  A recurring theme is that doctors, especially plastic surgeons, tell them it is NOT the implants causing their symptoms.  Some of these medical professionals actually have the audacity to tell them it is ‘all in their head!’ By the grace of The White Light, one of my intentions is to write a book comprised of the emails, using only their initials and city and state to protect their anonymity. My health has taken a major downturn of late, actually for the past year.  I have numerous serious spinal issues that will require one or more surgeries.  I also have serious hip issues which has to wait because the spinal issues are a priority. I had a brain MRI which revealed 12-14 TIA (mini strokes) which are supposedly old.  I have been referred to a neurologist to read the Brain MRI in detail and make recommendations.  I have an exam with a spinal surgeon on May 25, 2016 and will know what his plan is in dealing with severe, multiple spinal issues.  After that, I have to deal with serious hip issues. When we focus on spirituality, as is the focus of Bellesprit Magazine – we learn new techniques for getting in touch with our spirituality – delving deeper into the source of our being.  As we read through the various articles, we are prompted to discover different paths and to explore new tools for exploring our spirituality. I have been blessed to be invited to be a contributor to write monthly articles for Bellesprit and was stunned to realize I have been contributing for over four years. It is incredible what we can accomplish when we take it one step at a time. I never imagined or visualized my senior years in excruciating pain, unable to walk without using what is called a Rollator, a major fall risk, and fleeting short-term memory issues. For a while, I could not go on my computer because my fingers could not locate the keys to be able to type without typing gibberish.  It was very frustrating since I usually type 120 words per minute without errors.  I also could not remember how to spell words (having been a great speller).  My short term memory simply disappeared.  I would have to rewind a television to remember what just happened.  Sounds like all this would be frightening, but actually it did not scare me – it confused me because of the sudden onset. The White Light has been giving me unmistakable hints that the time of my transition is coming soon.  To me it is a celebration that I have finally fulfilled my promise ‘to do anything’. I may or may not make my transition this month, or even this year.  I am at peace with whenever the time comes.  I still have goals I would like to accomplish. The book about silicone and breast implant poisoning would be good to get published.  If you would like to be included in this book, please email me of your experience in detail, include permission to be included in this book.  As I promise, all information from survivors will be anonymous with only their initials, town and state included.  The working title is: Toxic Time Bombs.  Please use the working title as the subject in your email. I would enjoy writing a couple more memoirs bringing my life experiences up-to-date.  I would love to have my life story made into a television series with the working title of The Promise.  In the end though, I celebrate a life well-lived, completing Karma with people all over the world, experiencing adventures and travels others have only dreamed of. I have been blessed to learn ‘the truth of the matter’ even years later – confirming questions I had of experiences delivered by unusual sources guided by The White Light. To repeat, I KNOW we are all ageless and timeless – our Souls are eternal.  When we leave our physical body, all we take with us are the memories.  So make the most of your memories and decide that anger, resentment, vengeance, punishment, unhappiness have no place in your consciousness. Make a bucket list – even if you are very young.  Begin to fulfill that bucket list.  Make them all fun and memorable.  Remember that the accumulation of ‘things’ do not make you a success.  Experiences filled with curiosity of the world, learning of options for life styles. Never fear exploring your world and your dreams alone.  You will be surprised at the people you meet on a journey you take without someone else as company.  Embrace each day and make one thing special, whether it is stopping to smell the flowers or opening the door for someone else, even smiling at someone who appears to be having a rough day. My final gift is to donate my physical body to SDSU – they will find my physical body a treasure of how miraculous the human body heals.  I specifically requested that part of the focus be put on how silicone impacts and injures the human body. Life is what happens while making other plans.” ~ John Lennon The photograph with this article is of my favorite clock – it reminds me that time is an illusion. © 2016 Jussta All Rights Reserved Views:]]>