Chapter 1. God spoke to me in a beautiful vision

[jack hamilton]

Chapter 1.



'God' Spoke to me with a beautiful 'Vision'

I woke up in Baylor Hospital after a coma of five weeks,
and told my Doctor about a strange dream I had
had while unconscious
"People don't dream while in a coma"
my Doctor said.
So it wasn't a dream, it was real,
it was a visit with God.
'God' Spoke to me with a beautiful 'Vision'


I heard God say:
"Jack, you are pretty bad, yes, you are in pretty bad shape,
but you are not quite dead.
So you are going back to the world, but first there is someone here
you might want to see, they want to see you real bad
and they are waiting right here".

Somehow I knew to look to the right
and there was Cottonjoe, my long dead Walker hound.
Joe was beautiful!
More muscled up and his coat was shinier than I remembered.
But his eyes were full of tears,
he did not move his mouth, but spoke to me telepathically,
God fixed it up somehow.

"I can't believe you are grieving over us after all these years.
You never got another hound,
you never set another trap,
you never hunted at all,
you drink beer and ride that motorcycle up to that beer joint,
way out in the country. You sit on the back porch alone,
you don't talk to anyone and you don't have any friends.
And you are looking old!
You look a lot older than you did when I was on the earth with you.
And you are missing your life!

When we all died we really suffered a lot, Suemay, Katymay,
Sport, Scout, Hawk and Zeke, Pretty polly. and Bonnie belle,
me most of all, but our suffering is over!
You are the only one still suffering,
and it hurts me!
We would all be there with you if we could, but we can't!
Get you some hounds and go hunting!
And I woke up in Baylor Hospital,
I had been a coma for 5 weeks.


My hounds had all been poisoned and shot in their pens,
on my 25 acres by two cowards named Hall,
who are all dead now, having died in prison,
and not by the prison but by the inmates,
they were that evil.
The third brother who killed me 12 years later is dead too.
The dogs were all killed 15 years ago and I was killed three years ago
but I was just too tough and survived.
I am writing a book about the strange, exciting, and glorious,
as well as beautiful, and heartbreaking story of our life
and our death together.

I loved my hounds more than anything else in this life.
It has been 25 years since they died and I think about them
every day. For twelve years I couldn't get any more dogs
because I just couldn't bury any more.
My heart is broken and it will never heal.
I am writing this story to show my love for my hunting dogs
and maybe it will help someone,
or maybe it will help a poor dog somewhere.


I woke up in the Hospital and looked to my right and saw Marci,
my sweet girlfriend of 9 years.
She was sitting beside my bed, not reading or doing anything
other than sitting by my bedside.
I had a feeling of perfect comfort as I knew she was there.
I couldn't speak or move but I was aware of her presence.
It felt so good to know she was there I looked back at the ceiling and thought to myself:
Does God want me to marry Marci and us live together,
give her my paycheck and to do that scene?
God told me:
"Whatever she wants,whatever she needs,
for as long as she lives, help her if I can".

I have those words written on a small piece of paper
and taped to my desk right here,
I can see it now.

God told me that there is a little bit of him in Marci
and a little bit of him in me too.
And that it would do us both good to be together.

I understood this to mean that when we die
the little bit of God that is in us goes back to God
and he is able to relive out innermost thoughts and feelings,
to know what we knew and see what we saw in our lives.
To see all of the most beautiful and moving,
strange and exciting experiences that we saw
while we were on earth, as this is how God
experiences the world, by living through the minds
and hearts of people and possibly animals.
A little bit of God is in us and when we die,
all our memories are preserved in our God…consciousness
and God has them 'on file'
and can go through them and relive them at his will.
This way God can know what it is like to live on the earth
and be alive.
What we did while on earth,
what we saw and heard and what is in out hearts.
Now when I was almost dead God said to me:
“Jack…you are pretty bad, yes,
you are really in pretty bad shape
but you are not quite dead so you are going back to the world.”

God had gone through my memories
and was really enjoying the adventures I had had while hunting with my hounds.

God particularly liked the story where the weather was so cold
that my breath froze and hung in the air.
The hounds had a big coon at bay down in the creek
and I was on the high bank trying to get a shot
down into the coon,
my breath,
my breath was hanging in the air and forming a cloud
that I could not see through to shoot.
I kept moving right and left and the 'breath fog' cloud
kept getting bigger.
The dogs were in a big fight and I needed to shoot
the coon before he got away.
I finally moved far to the right and popped one in him,
but the strange cloud of frozen vapor was strange and beautiful.
God was dwelling on this experience of mine as much as I did.

1. God told me to: "Take care of Marci"
"and whatever she wants or whatever she needs…
for as long as she lives, help her if I can".
2. God said: "I have been grieving for my hounds
too long, that they are alright now,
and I am the only one still suffering".
3. God obviously especially loves Marci,



I am writing a book about the strange,
exciting, and glorious, as well as beautiful
heartbreaking story of our life
and our death together.

Other people I met in rehab
who had experienced a coma,
said that they could not remember what happened
before the blow to the head either.
I will never know what happened to cause the wreck.
One second I was riding along,
the moon was almost full,
the clouds were different colors, different textures,
overlapping in interesting patterns.
I was almost home,
the next second I could not see or hear my engine!
I panicked and blinked my eyes,
I grabbed for the handlebars but couldn't find them!
Everything was strange!
I could not see!
wheres my handlebars!
Then I felt the cotton sheets by my legs!
And realized that i was dreaming!

I felt a bit better.
I thought I was dreaming that I was riding old Thunder
but it's alright I am safe in bed!
... but i thought to myself:
"I still can't see"?
So I opened my eyes hard,
I was still unable to lift my arms,
I managed to get one eye open,
the right, .....


Your brother has a good spirit

The only dream I had in my coma wasn’t really a dream.
I don’t know what it actually was
but I would say that it seemed like God was going through
my memories and was intrigued by the time I was hunting down the road by the creek
one night and the dogs had a coon bayed down by the water.
As I got there all out of breath, and was trying to get a shot.
I realized that I couldn’t see because of a stationary little fog.
I would move to the right and left
and just about the time I could get a clear shot,
again, I couldn’t see!
That dxxx little fog, again.
Was it following me?

I looked to the right and left and saw that a small cloud
was floating right there!
It was a breath cloud.
My breath had condensed and as there was no wind
this cloud was just floating there where I had been standing
6’ off the ground and there were several more
up and down the creek where I had been standing.
Strange looking little clouds, 4' in diameter,
thick and impossible to see through.

I had to get my breath and move away from them
and shoot fast before another one formed.
Yes we got the coon but that had never happened before,
and God was really checking it out!
It was unusual as a human memory and was therefore
interesting to God.
This is what I remember as being the only dream
I had while in my coma.

Now for the book,
no one else knows this but me,
and who would take issue with what dreams I had
or didn’t have while I was in my coma from my #1
murder attempt?
Think, I can come up with hundreds of beautiful {dreams}
and that can be presented in the form of flashbacks,
the means of adding in the memories,
{as God goes through them all before we all fade away}
This is why we are here, to experience life.
God could go through thousands of people’s memories
and not find one as interesting as mine
back when I had my hounds.

OK… what are some more,
the best things I have written have a little fiction in them.
The drinking snake, the torture story,
a little fiction, they are not lies, but fiction.

The funny rehab stories are best left in rehab.
I need stories like the breath fog story.
Beautiful things I have seen in the woods at night,
or beautiful hound stories like when Joe saved my life
by treeing a squirrel and stopping my from shooting myself.

Or the time Sport saved my life
from freezing in the frozen muddy hole.
Great experiences I have had,
or beautiful things I have seen.
Make dream sequences out of them
and use them as dreams in my coma story.

My motorcycle and my coma:
thirty five years I have ridden motorcycles.
I love them, I love the being out of doors, the seasons,
the wind in my face, the chrome,
the black paint, the speed, the danger...

For the last few years I have had a strange feeling
every time I prepare to ride.
Yes I loved my motor, but I knew that as I admired the power
and beauty, the new strange feeling,
that I felt was a premonition of my own death.
I knew that the odds were that the more miles I rode my 'motor',
the more nights I was out on the road,
that my chances would run out.
Just the odds alone would prevail.
thirty five years and no wrecks!
I was a good rider!

Fourty nine years old, I did not speed, drink,
or do stupid things or dangerous things
nearly as much as I used to.
I'm fourty nine, and I will ride 'Old Thunder' till I am old.
If I was going to have a wreck it would have happened
when I was younger.


I felt a bit better.
I thought I was dreaming that I was riding old Thunder
but it's alright I am safe in bed!
... but i thought to myself:
"I still can't see"?
So I opened my eyes hard,
I was still unable to lift my arms,
I managed to get one eye open,
the right, .....


I am happy, I am sad, I am dead

1. I am happy, life is good, my hounds are all alive,
we wander the woods all night, everyone admires them,
they are perfectly trained.
We made $186.00 in one night, six coon and a bobcat,
they are my only children and I love them more than anything
in the world, life is good.
2. Remember to add 5-10k words to chapter {about dreams}
I am in a coma and my coma dreams are about:
1. My dogs, my gun, and hunting up and down the creek
out with my hounds all night.

3. Joe and Suemay, Katy, Sport and Scout,
Barry dog and his burial and the poem old Barrydog!
4. Chapter 1. Slower awakening with flashbacks of dreams
and just make them up.
I can fill up half of the book with dreams!
And it will be good.!!!!!!!!!!
5. I am sad, life is sad, all my dogs are gone,
I drink too much, I own a roofing company,
best year $72,000.00, $6,000.00 per month times 12!
Not bad for me.
At night I get drunk and play du du licht mir im hertzen,
or you, you, the one of my heart on my Accordion,
and I cry a lot,
I do not talk to anyone.
My puppy’s are all gone and I can’t have any more
because I can't bury any more dogs.
Life is over for me.

6. I am riding home on old thunder my motorcycle,
something is in front of me and I head for the grass,
then I can’t see!
I don’t hear old thunder, where are the handlebars!
I grab for them, I feel, not motorcycle handlebars but the bed!
Oh! I was dreaming I was on the motor!
I’ve done this before, but why can’t I see!
I can’t lift my arms, pulling with my face muscles to open my eyes,
I manage to get my right eye open a crack.
This is not my room… this not my bed…
this is a hospital room! dxxx!
I had a bad motorcycle wreck on my motor last night!
Where’s my motor!

But it wasn’t last night it was five weeks ago!
My motor’s gone, it has been gone over a month,
my bank account is closed, my roofing company is gone,
my truck looks old, my house is a wreck,
I can’t recognize my own handwriting,
I can’t play music anymore,
my girlfriend says I am a different person, 1.-2.-3.? *

While I was in a coma I saw Joedog,
I am not making this up every word is true.
Joe’s eyes were full of tears,
God let us be together for a moment,
he knew that I loved him so much I drank myself to death.
I died on a motorcycle at 1:30 am.
I lay in a ditch all night alone.
I was still back there 25 years ago!
I never hunted or got any more dogs, no wife, no kids,
…I was sent back here after this vision, here I am,
now what!
Joe wanted me to live my life.
He has been 2-3-4 different dogs since I knew him.
“Get you some hounds and go hunting, your getting old!
“I would be there with you if I could but I can’t.”

7. ? Now! What if I were to mix all this up
This is a good idea, to mix the chapters up as that would be a good way to connect them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A rambling bunch of stories all mixed up.
A little bit of that may be alright in the first chapter, the waking up chapter, but that's all.
And finish the stories except at first!
One doesn't dream while in a coma so since they were not dreams maybe they should not be all mixed up.

Now I am feeling my hair being rubbed and stroked in a most sensual way…
it feels so good, who is doing this,
I will see no matter what!
I pull my cheek muscles, I get one eye open a crack…
the right one!
I grab my right hand with my left and hold a peace sign
in place with my left hand,
I lift my fingers some and make the sign,
except was not the peace sign but the victory sign.
My right eye was open a crack, my fingers up,
the girl was moving to the door, I could hear her.
I see her,
stop,
please turn,
please turn,
she turns, and I move the fingers so she can see them
and I try to smile,
it was not a smile but the intent was clear.
She sees me!
She is coming!
She is …Boom!
And I am out again!

This was day twelve,
mom later told me that the nurse came out all excited
and said I was awake!
Mom, Dad, Marci my girlfriend all jumped up!
The nurse said “never mind he’s out again but he is alive".
He smiled at me and gave me the peace sign.”

Waking up in strange room
I tried when I was waking
to tell myself that not only was I 'dreaming''
about my 'motor',
but the weird room, the blindness,
it was all a bad dream and all I had to do
was wake up and I would be at home in my own bed.
I have had dreams like this before,
and was proud this time that I was old enough
to recognize this,
and pull out of it.

I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep again,
then opened my right eye,
the only one which would open,
and after doing this several times,
I realized that it wasn't going to work this time.
#2. I moved all my fingers, 8,9,10. o.k.

Opened my right eye its little crack,
and managed to get my hands up
and pulled the left open,
left, right, o.k.
moved my neck, o.k.
it's not broken...
( it was but I didn't know it yet}
It was broken in 3-4 four places but with no pain,
but I was not paralized )

I put my tongue on my teeth, top, bottom, o.k.
right leg-o.k. left leg-o.k.
I didn't feel any 'big pieces of meat' missing,
no broken bones,
I thought, ten fingers, all my teeth!
O.K. so far so good.

All in all pretty rough,
but not bad for a Wensday night!
Old thunder was an 80 model Yamaha 850 triple cylinder
with a kick starter, rebuilt engine, new tires.

One second I was riding along 35
and the next second I was blind and deaf,
no pain, but I was hardly comfortable.

I was seeing the girl in the door way,
I also managed twisting my lips upwards the best I could,
to imitate a smile.
I knew it would be ugly but I figured that she was a nurse
and she would know what I meant by it.
Weeks later my mother told me the nurse came running out
to tell her that I was conscious,
and that I smiled at her and gave her the peace sign,
and then promptly passed out again.
That was on day 12.
I was out 23 more days.

For the last three years since my murdering,
I seem to be getting worse rather than better.
Every time I think about my hounds,
dead now for 15 years, it hurts worse.
The memory of Cotton Joe, Sue may, Katy may,
Sport, Scout, Hawk, and Zeke, Pretty Polly,
and Bonnie Belle…
They were 'my life' and now they are gone,
what do I do for the rest of 'my time'?
The story of old 'Cotton Joedog's' spirit,
his self, and it was Joe!
It was 'Cotton Joedog' to me.
And the story of how when I was in a coma from a bad motorcycle wreck,
Joe's spirit came to me!
It looked just like him in every detail,
he was in fine shape physically, sitting,
and looking at me with tears in his eyes.
Showing me that what I saw!
I saw Joe dog,
there was no mistake,
Joe could not speak, but he looked at me like he did
right before he went off to die.
The same look, it was both times, the same...
a 3-4-5 minute look.
Old Joe's eyes were looking deep into me,
before he went off to die.
He was saying to me that his memory's
of all the best days in his life were good because of me,
He was poisoned with arsenic and he knew he was dying...
I did not know this at the time,
and I still don't know the name of the man
who killed all my dogs, but I will.
{I know now at the time of this writing
but not when I wrote this}

And that is a heavy spiritual memory.
Joe went off to die and I never found him.
It must have been a place where Joe and I had never been
because I never found old Joedog.
it's been 25 years.

I quit hunting, and started drinking.
Killing a man who had poisoned your dogs,
is illegal, in Texas,
so I drank beer & rode an old 850cc with a kick starter.

Now I am here,
I saw old Joe and he was sad,
sadness, is what I sensed.
He was sad that I have wasted 25 years of my life
because of his death.
I am still back there,
I never got any more walkers...
His suffering was bad, horrible,

if I ever find out who did that
I will be an Apache for one night.
but Joe's suffering ended...
mine never will.

This is what Joe was seeing,
after all these years he sees me and I am still alive but,
what Joe saw broke his heart,
I am not happy and I think of him all the time.
Joe wanted to be with me in the dream.
I could see by the look in his eye that he loved me too.
I guess God wanted to help us both.
Joe sensed my love for him.
He knew everything about the situation here on earth.
I loved him so much I drank myself to death,
I died on an old motorcycle, at 1:30 am.
I would not have been here like this
if someone had not poisoned all my dogs.
.. good bye, Joe, Suemay, Katymae, Scout,
Sport, Bonnie bell, Pretty polly.

Joe was looking at me and I knew that he read my mind,
Joe saw every thing.
...Joe knew...
I would drive up to some bar way out in the country,
drink 4-5 brews and go home.
It was a place to ride the old motorcycle to,
the only place open at 1-2:00 am...
I did not dislike anyone but had no friends...
now I know what is important in life.
Hunting with hounds,
and music... are way up there on the list.
God please give 'Old Joe' a gallon of Blue Bell ice cream,
and put it on my bill.


The outline for the story

1. I am happy, Life is good, my hounds are all alive,
we wander the woods all night,
everyone admires them, and they are perfectly trained.
We made $186.00 in one night out hunting,
six coon and a bobcat!
They are my only children,
I love them more than anything in the world,
life is good.

2. Remember to add 5-10k words to chapter one,
about dreams.
I am in a coma and my coma dreams are about:
1. My dogs, my gun,
and hunting up and down the creek
with my hounds all night.
see! Fill the first 3-4-5-6 chapters with dreams
3. Joe and Suemay, Katymay, Sport and Scout,
Barry dog and his burial and the poem
'old Barrydog'!

4. Chapter 1. Slower awakening
with flashbacks of dreams and just make them up.
I can fill up half of the book with this!
And it will be good.!!!!!!!!!!

But it wasn’t last night, it was five weeks ago!
My motor’s gone, it has been gone over a month,
my bank account is closed, my roofing company is gone,
my truck looks old, my house is a wreck,
I can’t recognize my own handwriting,
I can’t play music anymore,
my girlfriend says I am a different person,
1.-2.-3.? While I was in a coma I saw Joedog,
I am not making this up every word is true.
Joe’s eyes were full of tears,
God let us be together for a moment,
he knew that I loved him so much
I drank myself to death.
I died on a motorcycle at 1:30 am
and lay in a ditch all night alone.
I was still back there 11 years ago!
I never hunted or got any more dogs,
no wife, no kids.

I was sent back here after this vision,
here I am, now what!
Joe wanted me to live my life.
He has been 2-3-4 different dogs since I knew him.
“Get you some hounds and go hunting,
your getting old!
“I would be there with you if I could but I can’t.”

+ Chapter 1, Waking from Coma/ 'the Vision'
My wreck...
I knew I had been asleep and was in bed,
I felt no pain, but why couldn't I open my eyes!
This time I pulled them open harder, my arms were still at my side,
I used my eye muscles only, and pop,
the right eye opened just a bit, just a crack,
I looked around a strange room I had never seen before,
and a strange bed,
' this was not my bed' I thought.
Then I looked around the room,
I didn't see anything familiar, it was dark and I strained to look,
right, left, back and forth, it did not compute,
did I go home with a strange chick!
... no, I love Marci,
there is no one I would want at the boxcar, just trailer trash.
I wondered where I was,
but nothing I saw prompted my memory.
What did I do last night!
where did I go!
... no memory was there.
it was a blank!
It was a little scary, more than a little!
I focused and looked real hard,
and thought to myself,
this is a hospital room!

Where is my motorcycle!
I was alone, in a strange room,
a hospital room!
My motor's gone,
I can't open my eyes,
it's very quiet,
I thought to myself "
I was in a bad motorcycle wreck last night!
but it wasn't last night...
it was five weeks ago!
Old Thunder has been gone over a month!
... I am asleep again,


Visions and Miracles
Show down at Dog land

A beautiful vision given to a disabled old houndsman.
Everything makes sense.
Gods not somewhere else.
God is right here, everywhere.
This is the reward.
Look around.
It was so clear and simple I’ll never forget the vision.
I told it to Alexa my therapist in the hospital.
To asst. chief of police Stallings,
and to a girl, a stranger who had hound puppys for sale.
She lived in Farmersville and had ran an ad in the paper.
She was the most brilliant spiritual teacher I have ever met.

“Jack, that wasn’t your dog, that was God.”
“God loves you and doesn’t want you to suffer.”
“And god knows what is in your heart
and knows how to reach you.”

Read the story and see for your self.
{I just had 'a twinge' in my heart}

God is a Coon Hunter
by Jack the knife…

God told me that there is a little bit of him in Marci and a little bit of him in me too. This meant to me that when we die
the little bit of God that is in us goes back to God and he is able to relive out innermost thoughts and feelings,
to know what we knew and see what we saw.

To see all of the most beautiful and moving,
strange and exciting experiences that we saw while we were on earth, as this is how God experiences the world, by living through the minds and hearts of people and possibly animals.

A little bit of God is in us and when we die all our memories are preserved in our God…consciousness,
and God has them on file and can go through them and relive them at his or her will. This way God can know what it is like to live on the earth and be alive, what we did while on earth,
what we saw and heard and what is in out hearts.

Now when I was almost dead and God said to me:
“Jack…you are pretty bad,
you are really in pretty bad shape but you are not quite dead
so you are going back to the world.”

God had gone through my memories and was really enjoying
the adventures I had had while hunting with my hounds.
God paticularly liked the story where the weather was so cold that my breath froze and hung in the air,
the hounds had a big coon at bay down in the creek
and I was on the high bank trying to get a shot down into the coon, my breath,
my breath was hanging in the air and forming a cloud that I could not see through to shoot, I kept moving right and left and the breath fog cloud kept getting bigger.
The dogs were in a big fight and I needed to shoot the coon before he got away,
I finally moved far to the right and popped one in him
but the strange cloud of frozen vapor was strange and beautiful.

God was dwelling on this experience of mine
and liked it as much as I did.


Take my situation for example.
1. God tells me to take care of Marci
and "whatever she wants or whatever she needs…
help her if you can".

2. God said I have been grieving for my hounds too long
and that they are all alright now. I am the only one still suffering.

3. God obviously loves Marci especially,

4. Life is a school and a learning experience.
If that is true then I will be very learned person.

5. God appeared to me as my favorite hound. He couldn’t speak to me being a dog but he spoke to me telepathically, God fixed it up some how.

6. He said it hurts him to see me suffer, and that:
"I was going back to the world".

7. Marci does not care for me anymore.
I have been with her so long that I have no other friends.
No one calls, no one comes by, there’s no work, no beer, no money, I have no energy, no sex, no memory.


Alright, I have officially gone through Chapter 1.
and it is cleaned of duplications and crap. Now read through Chapter 1. and nit pick. Perfect it a little more every time I read through it.

Read the old files looking for anything to put in the #2 file
under V & M for possible adding later.
Chapter 1. needs more text as I have deleted much.
Maybe 80,000 words are here now.

Visions & Miracles is coming about.
I will work on it for two more weeks and it is possible especially if I can talk to Stallings that I can sign in for a $1600.00,
complete publishing package. It will mean beans and no beer for 3 months but it will be worth it if I have the manuscript ready.


J. Winters von Knife...♪