ZenithOmega™-How it Began for Me
By Reverend William Wiltshire

One spring morning in June of 1986, I was seated in the dining room looking out the window at my pine tree. The only sound was the whooshing of the machine that made oxygen and then fed it through the hose in my nose. The last medical word on my declining health was “If he doesn’t get a new heart soon I’m afraid he will be gone before the month is out…” There was much more said, and I really didn’t pay much attention. One of my stronger traits, not paying attention that is. I wasn’t supposed to be out of my bed, but there I sat talking to the pine tree. I have always been somewhat the fighter, be it as a child, or as the ‘president’ of the Raven knights, a gang that ruled about two square blocks of Chicago.

I had already been fighting to stay alive since the massive heart attack in 1984 that had destroyed about three quarters of my heart. The thought of death did not cause me any concern, for after all the ‘near death’ experiences; I knew just how beautiful and peaceful the other sides was. But I still had something to do; my dance card wasn’t full so to speak. So I just sat and looked at the tree and wondered what that something might be. I was kind of half in and half out of my body, a skill I had developed when the heart pain reached the point I could no longer handle. One day I just said to myself ‘this is dumb, I want out of here’, and no sooner said than done. I was out of my body standing next to it, watching it bounce up and down with each wave of searing pain.
It had been a year or two since I was guided to the realization that I was in fact a Spirit who was using the body to learn some lessons on this planet Earth. While I had been and ordained Minister for most of my adult life, it was not until my love Annie became my teacher, that I really began to see and understand what the game of life was and how to play it. Some years before, I had come to understand Surrender as AA had done an excellent job of explaining that concept and how it fits into one’s life.That’s what I felt now, was some kind of need to surrender to someone or something. I knew it was not death just yet, so I looked at my tree and cleared my mind and waited…after what seemed a lifetime, I heard my inner voice saying that I was willing to do or be whatever you would have me be ‘But’ the voice said, “I’d like to be of help and heal people, much as I had done in those earlier lifetimes, if that was all right with You.” After hearing those words, I sat for a few minutes, focused on the needed energy to stand; I slowly rose to my feet, which really was no easy task, as I was a very weak fellah in those ‘end days’. It took me a few minutes but I made it back to the bedroom and the bed before Annie got home. “Oh you bad boy!” Funny how we never lose some of our more enduring traits!
On the morning of June 30th I woke to see this really beautiful “Being” standing next to the bed. I had been seeing Spirits coming and going for several weeks, but this one was truly special. I asked if it was for me, it said yes (well not really, for they don’t speak as we know speech, they communicate mentally). I asked if it would wait, as I felt I should use the bathroom as to not make a mess when I left the body. (I had read somewhere that’s what happens and I sure didn’t want to make this business any harder for Annie than it was going to be.) When I returned from the bathroom It was waiting. I sat down on the bed, turned to Annie who I thought was sleeping (shows you what I know) and told her I loved her, but that I was really tired and I’d changed my mind and was going to go home. You see, we had made this deal, namely if I wished to die, she would respect that, and if I wished to live, she would do everything in her power to see that happen. She, by the way, is a very powerful being (an Angel, in point of fact). Having said that, I turned back, took the outstretched hand of the Spirit who stood silently there and WOW we were out of there!

At this point in the story splits into two parts, Annie’s part and my part. It turns out that Annie was not asleep after all. Well, she figured I was not mentally qualified to make such a decision, and she did have my Power of Attorney, so she jumped up, grabbed the phone and called the fire department. She then called two of her friends who had always been there to help out. Having done this, she turned to my ex body, which was seated on the edge of the bed. She told me after the fact, that she didn’t think this was a good way to greet the medics, just sitting there. So, she pushed the body backwards, but as it fell back on the bed, it stayed in its seated position.
“Now this won’t do”, she said and crawled up over the legs and knees and pushed them down to straighten them out. As she pushed, the entire body bounced back up to the sitting position. “Well”, she yelled and pushed the body over on its side, still in the seated position. About that time, the medics arrived, checked out the body, and asked where she wanted the body shipped. “What do you mean shipped? I want him taken to the hospital, his doctor is there waiting for him!”
“But Mrs. Wiltshire, your husband is dead!”
“No he’s not, he just looks that way”
“Lady, he’s flat line across the board, and that’s dead!”
“I can see a faint aura, humor me please, and try your best”.
“Okay lady”.
Well, they did, and after some time got a dim pulse, and with it, permission to transport to the hospital. On arrival, the body was put on an external heart pump. The blood pressure -27 over 12.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, sure sounds dead to me!

Meanwhile, the me named Bill was off on a wonderful trip, one that continues to this day. More about that later. From this point on, the story gets confusing and sounds something like an old Abbott and Costello piece of business.
First of all, about three weeks before my ‘death’, Annie had put three chairs at the end of the bed, telling me that they were for any company that might drop in to say hello. Believe me, when someone is about to make transition they don’t have very many visitors. Then one day as I woke, there sat three Spirits. One, a very big Blue guy, one was Violet, also large, and the last was a deep Red. When Annie returned that evening from work, I asked if she had seen them. “Of course, that’s why I put the chairs there-so they would have some place to sit”.
“I never knew they needed to sit down”, I had said. Annie just laughed and went about her business.

Back to our story. On July 11 the ‘body’ was transported to Tucson and the University of Arizona by a small Lear Jet. When the body was put on the plane, Annie saw the Big Blue Spirit board with it. She had begun to call this one “Big Blue” as it would not communicate with her, so she just gave it a name. When Annie arrived in my room the next day, she found Big Blue standing next to the bed and the body still on the heart pump, with some 16 I. V. lines going into the body.
What occurred over the next 9 days was unusual to say the least. For the most part the body was comatose, yet when someone would walk into the room, the eyes would open and a conversation was begun with whom ever came in. These conversations were not about the weather, or the latest ball scores, they were about Life, and were focused on that visiting person’s life. Very heavy conversations, with the body doing most of the talking. Word spread quickly and soon there was a line of folks waiting to talk to the ‘dead guy’.
On July 19th, the ‘talks’ stopped. A heart had become available and it was meant for Bill. Many unusual happenings occurred, but we’ll leave that for Annie’s book In Lieu of Death (which has not been published yet). Annie joined the medical team as the body was moved from the second floor to the basement where the operation would take place. Going with her was the ‘Big Blue’ entity and Martha, Annie’s Spirit Guide. The team entered the operating room while Annie and her two spirits stood in the hall, as it would be some time before the business was complete. Annie turned to Big Blue and said “Come on big Blue, let’s go upstairs”. Just then the blue entity turned to her and said, “Please stop calling me Big Blue, My name is ARNU, and I don’t have to take a sick body so I shall stay and protect this one as I have been doing”. Shaken, Annie returned to the special transplant waiting room where
She sat for hours, wondering what Arnu had meant about taking a sick body.

At approximately 10:45 Bill’s Spirit appeared at the window, entered the room, hovered about eight feet above Annie’s head, smile, reached won and snapped the silver chord, an was gone. Annie let out a big yell and headed for the elevator. When she arrived outside the operating room, “Big Blue/Arnu” was gone. As they rolled the body into the recovery room, Annie saw that it no longer had the aura of her Bill, now the aura was BLUE, the same blue of Arnu and not Bill. Annie had a new husband, with a new heart and as it would turn out, she was embarking on a new, ever-changing life which continues to this day.

During his stay which lasted from July 20th July 1986 to approximately May 1992, Arnu completed some very interesting work. Working with William Wiltshire they wrote and illustrated a book of poems (114 pages) in tow weeks. Then during 1987, between May and December, Arnu and William Wiltshire painted 154 canvases, no small effort to be sure. In 1988, 89, 90 they focused on a number of Energy Methodologies, in preparation for Zenith™. Annie had been introduced to Zenith™ much earlier. During the time that Bill’s body lay waiting for the transplant in Tucson, Dr. Chi and other Guides had been directing her on how and where to “put energy into Bill’s body”. At one point she looked down and saw that the energy was no longer clear, but was changing from one color to another. The first use of Zenith™ this time around was hers to experience. The Zenith™ energy from Source was being used to keep Bill’s body alive until the heart was available.

The title of this little sage was “Zenith™-How It began For Me”. “Which “ME” are we talking about” might be a better title.

Zenith™ is a key, a key that opens the Self to Self. When this happens what and who we see are not always what and who we wanted to see. However, the being now has power of choice, and the freedom and liberty to become whatever they may choose. If they honor their Soul in this choice, all the Worlds of all the creators Heavens will rejoice.
May the One be with you in your choice. We all travel different paths and the paths are all on different levels, BUT, they will lead to the same place sooner or later. The place of one’s final choice shall we choose to enter the body of “One” or not. It will be the final play of the game and there are no overtime periods.

So take up the gift of Zenith Omega™, and do the work the Creator has provided for you, namely freeing the Spirits of your brothers and sisters, now trapped in the game called Power and Control, release them to the same Light you now enjoy, provide them with the gift of liberty and freedom, unlock them with the key we know as Zenith Omega™………..

The Rev. William Wiltshire made his Transition in July of 1999*

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