INTRODUCTION
My Journey into the Miraculous
My journey to becoming a medical Medium was unique. Most medical Mediums never have any medical training. In my early teens in Southern California, I started out as a candy striper, which are volunteers at local hospitals. I loved helping out and working in a healing environment. Shortly after, because the staff loved my work, the hospital hired me as an admitting clerk. Not long after, I entered nursing school and got my license as a certified nurse assistant. I worked long hours on many trauma unit floors, and I would float to the units where they needed me most. Meanwhile, I took continuing education courses to become a registered nurse.
I was often sidetracked by the entertainment world. A close friend had sent me to my first hospital television show, called Strong Medicine. I was doing what I normally do at the hospital, saying a few words such as, “Give me 5 cc of valium, stat,” and “Code blue.” I thought this was cool. Then I got an acting agent, and I was totally hooked. I was setting up the IVs on set, setting up all the masks, gowns, and gloves, and I was also often in scenes on camera.
I still worked in the hospital, but after several more jobs, I became known in Hollywood as the go-to expert for on-call nursing and as an on-camera actress and medical adviser. I must have advised over forty films, television shows, and commercials. I was featured in Emmy magazine for my work on TV shows such as Brothers & Sisters, with Sally Field and Rob Lowe; All My Children; Scrubs; General Hospital; and The Young and the Restless. I worked on several seasons of Grey’s Anatomy, as well as movies like My Sister’s Keeper, with Cameron Diaz.
My last show was HBO’s Getting On, where I had just been hired. I was so excited when Laurie Metcalf, the lead actress, came to visit my grandma in the nursing home where she was living at the time. The show was based on a home for elders, and it had a comic English brightness to it. Laurie wanted to see how the senior home was set up and get a feel for the setting. My grandma Bernice was delighted to have a visitor, even though she didn’t know who Laurie was. They connected immediately and had a beautiful visit with each other.
At this time in my life, I was ready to take a leave of absence from the hospital to work on the show. For a time, this became my normal—take a leave of absence from the hospital to work on a TV show or film, and then come back when I was finished. I didn’t want to leave working in the hospital totally, because I loved helping people in real life.
Working in the hospital, though, started to take its toll. The trauma floor I worked on had felt colder and harder, and many people were passing away at this time. A lot of spiritual paranormal happenings were present on that floor. This was a critical-care unit, and you needed to be tough. I will never forget the smell of death and the sadness. The beautiful actress Elizabeth Taylor and the actor Michael Clarke Duncan of Green Mile movie fame passed on that floor while I was working there.
At this time, my hospital supervisor told us that we were short on staff and we would have to take the bodies to the morgue on our own. I looked at my nurse colleague, and she was so upset. The duty of bagging dead bodies was nothing new to me. But going down to the morgue into the cold cement room and pushing this huge bed into a slot was hard work, both physically and emotionally. We knew we were shorthanded, so we had to do what needed to be done.
My life consisted of the Hollywood realities of code blues on set and then the difficult work in the hospital. I felt like I was being pulled in many directions at once. But God had the most unbelievable plan for me I could ever imagine.
Two months later, I ended up as a patient back in the same hospital in which I worked.
Even with my frenetic schedule, I continued visiting my grandmother at the nursing home every other day. There were many people at the nursing home who didn’t have family and friends to visit them. It was sad to see people without loved ones to care for them. I wanted to spend time with my grandmother, who always called me “Chon,” to make sure she was properly cared for and ensure all was well with her.
When I visited her in the nursing home, I often laid my hands on her to pray, especially when she had difficulty breathing from asthma. I could see how these simple actions would make her breathe easier and bring her peace. I believe that these actions, given freely in love, prolonged her life through the prayers and blessings, and the love and laughter. It’s amazing how simple prayer and healing touch can bring more life to others and to ourselves.
MY FIRST NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE
Just before Thanksgiving 2012, I was on a sidewalk in Sherman Oaks, California, when an SUV with a broken door hinge had its passenger door fly open, hitting me square in my body and knocking me off my feet. I fell onto the side of the curb, and my head slammed against the concrete surface. My head and jaw hurt, and I was in throbbing pain from this freak accident; but concerned about losing time on my job, I refused to go to a hospital. I fought going to the hospital so hard after I got hit by the car that day. I did everything I could to ignore the pain and stiffness in my neck. I wanted that job more than anything because I was now going to be a full-time medical adviser on the hospital show. I was determined not to let the car accident win, even though day after day, I got dizzier and more dehydrated.
This accident could not have happened at a more inconvenient time. Thanksgiving was around the corner, and after years of hard work, I was finally working in my dream job as a medical consultant on Getting On. I was doing what I loved, feeling proud of my professional accomplishments and extremely grateful for the work I was doing. Though after the accident my head hurt and I was in a lot of pain, I decided to tough it out because I didn’t want to lose what I had worked so hard to get.
Should I have gone to seek medical advice right then? Probably. But I considered myself tough. I had endured a difficult childhood, I had worked in a trauma center, I had handled many responsibilities and was working constantly. I thought, I can handle this. I really believed I could tough it out through the pain, dizziness, and nausea with pain medicine, so I didn’t go to the hospital. I took over-the-counter medicine to alleviate the pain, and I went on with my life as if nothing happened.
But I began to vomit and felt sick all over. A few days later, I finally decided to call the doctor, who asked what happened. I told him, “I was hit by a car, and I’m not feeling good. My neck is hurting. It’s stiff, and I’m vomiting.”
The doctor said, “I think you might have a concussion,” and asked me to come into the office to be seen. Instead, I asked him for medicine for the stiffness in my neck.
My boyfriend at the time began to notice something was not right. He said, “You don’t look good. Your face is pale, you’re vomiting, and you look sick. What did the doctor say?”
I explained that the doctor had prescribed medicine for my neck. “My neck is just a little stiff, but I’m okay. I’m still doing the show.”
He was concerned. “Kimberly, you don’t look good.”
In hindsight, I should have stopped everything and taken care of this, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. The entire time, I was telling myself, There’s no way I’m going to give up the life I’ve worked so hard for. I’ve got my own show now, and I’m going on with the show.
By now, it was the third week of November, and even though I was in severe pain, I arrived at work for the show. My head throbbed and felt like it would explode. I was on set doing medical consulting while continuing to take more and more pain relief medication, trying to cope. The director had no idea what happened to me, because of course I didn’t tell anyone. He continued to ask work-related questions. “Kimberly, where should we set up the shot? Where should we do the lines?” Still my head was pounding, and intense chills were going through my body. I finally started to admit that something wasn’t right. During lunch, everyone was eating, but I had to go lie down in my car. The injury was progressing.
Thanksgiving arrived, and during dinner, I lay down in the bedroom because my head still hurt. I heard, “Where’s Kimmie?” My boyfriend came into the bedroom to check on me. “I’m really sick!” I exclaimed.
He was adamant. “You have got to go to the doctor.”
Instead of going to the doctor, I just called in to the doctor’s office for another prescription. This time, the doctor refused and said, “We’re not going to give you any more medicine. You’ve got to come in.”
I refused. I told him, “No, I’ve got to finish this season of the TV show.” By then, I was getting worse. My bladder hurt, and I was having difficulty urinating. My head was constantly throbbing. By the time we wrapped the show, I was barely walking.
Looking back, I wish I had taken medical action earlier, but again, I was trying to keep the job that I loved and stay tough through it all. When I look back at this time, the irony of my being in the medical field and refusing medical help is not lost on me. I was being stubborn, trying to hold everything together, afraid that my absence would jeopardize my dream job. Believe me, I don’t advise others to be as stubborn as I was.
One month later, on Christmas Eve, I got up out of bed and collapsed. I fell onto the floor and started to vomit. My boyfriend found me on the floor. He took me to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. The situation had gotten so bad that the doctors told my boyfriend, “Her kidneys are shutting down. We have to take her into ICU. She needs an MRI. What happened with her?”
That evening, a nurse injected me with blood thinners, and my blood pressure began to drop. I actually saw it drop down to zero, and that was when I blacked out. All of a sudden, everything became blurry, then I saw an image of me alone on the other side, that fine line between life here and life after death. During the time I blacked out, I was not afraid.
While passing into that other side, I first experienced an indescribable white light and soft circles that were floating around me. Then I heard the sounds of the nurses’ voices, which began to fade out. I went through a tunnel and saw the beautiful white light and also misty soft clouds. I walked through white clouds, and there were tiny white lights everywhere. While I stood in the white light, there were soft, blurred images of faces. There were purple roses everywhere, and I felt the strong presence and connection with my ancestors, including my Italian shaman grandmother. I felt the energy of our Creator around me, holding me. I could hear soft whispers say to me, “You’re okay. Everything is okay,” while at the same time, I heard the faint voices of the nurses. It was comforting, beautiful, and peaceful. I knew something was going on. I had left my body. I saw myself outside my body while I experienced another Dimension of myself. I had been lifted by the Holy Spirit. I had been graced by the Angels and God, to the other side, and then I surrendered. Then, I awakened with a gasp of air and had absolutely no fear of death.
Soon after, I felt a deep pressure, like a ball on my chest, and a blinding bright light through my eyes. I heard a demanding voice say, “You’re going to eat!” I gasped for air again, and a huge white ball of light pounded down onto me again with amazing energy on my chest. This energy wouldn’t lift up, and I was bound to the bed with it pressing down on me. I wasn’t aware of what was going on at this time, and I was frightened. I asked God to get off me.
I was given an order: “You are chosen to heal cancer and diseases.”
My breath came back into my body, and then calmness came over me, and I felt better. When I tried to wake up, there was only white light.
When I returned to my body and woke up, the doctors were pulling and poking me. I was very confused. I didn’t know what had happened. I was very sick and felt chills all over my neck and body. I also couldn’t move my legs without trembling. I felt an amazing number of chills going through my legs. I truly believe the trembling was the Holy Ghost appearing through my body, helping me to witness that the Christself within had risen. God had brought me back, and now I was tasked with accepting the light and Awakening to my gifts.
After the near-death experience (NDE), I underwent test after test after test. I had intravenous (IV) units attached to me and probes attached to my head. I couldn’t feel my legs, and I couldn’t walk. I then started to lose my speech. I didn’t talk or sound the way I do now prior to the accident. My pronunciation was completely different. I had a totally different sound to my voice. With all of this going on, I stayed in the hospital for almost three months. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me.
During the months of hospital stay, I frequently called my grandmother at the nursing home where she was being cared for. She pleaded with me, “Can you get me out of here? I need to see you.”
I felt terrible because her health had declined while I was in the hospital and I wasn’t physically able to visit her. When we talked on the phone, she offered me encouragement, demanding of me, “Pull yourself up by your bootstraps. Get up out of there and come see me.”
Nurses were coming into my room at 4:00 every morning and giving me heparin shots, which bruised my stomach and left me weak, dizzy, and constipated. The nurses were kind, and I knew some of them because I had worked there. I was having daily prayers with both a rabbi and a priest and had a spiritual counselor teaching me transcendental meditation, which I had never heard of before. My physical therapy moved slowly, and I couldn’t take five steps from my bed, even after one month. I was losing hope. I saw several neurologists, and they decided to put me in a wheelchair and continue my rehab.
During my rehab, I started to listen to my headset, getting inspiration from listening to rap music, including “Lose Yourself” by Marshall Mathers (Eminem) over and over again. Something about that song helped me to gain strength and healing. Even after I went home, I continued listening to his music as part of my therapy.
One day, a physical therapist took me downstairs in my wheelchair to get something to drink. Unbeknownst to me, the producer from the show I worked on had the flu and was at the hospital pharmacy to pick up his prescription. I couldn’t believe that of all the pharmacies in LA, he was here in this one! I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, or even to know I was sick, let alone see me in a wheelchair, but of course, he noticed me. “Kimberly,” he asked with great concern, “what are you doing in a wheelchair?” I was so embarrassed and worried about not being able to work and didn’t know what to say. Sure enough, after seeing the producer, I got a call from someone at the show inquiring, “Kimberly, are you going to be able to come back to work? What’s going on with you?”
I told them I had an accident and I wasn’t sure what was going to happen with my health. But I knew in my heart that sadly, I would have to give up my job because I could no longer walk.
“I’m never going to be the same,” I said to the nurse wheeling me back to my room.
At first, my boyfriend came to visit me every day he could get off work, and then his visits tapered off. Everything I wanted, everything I worked so hard for, was gone. I spent many nights by myself in the stillness of the hospital room reflecting and crying, but I continued to pray to God to stop the pain.
In addition to being afraid that I was going to lose my job, I felt extremely guilty that I wasn’t able to be at the nursing home to help my grandmother. When I finally did get out of the hospital, I still couldn’t get over to the nursing home, because I was in a wheelchair. It was a very sad and difficult time for me.
One of the last times I saw my grandmother, I was in the wheelchair. She wasn’t breathing very well, but she said, “Chon, you’re here.” She was so happy to see me.
Five days later, when my grandmother passed, the nursing home attendant called me an hour before to say she wasn’t doing well. Still needing assistance to walk, I couldn’t get myself out of bed, so I couldn’t get to the nursing home to watch my grandmother pass and witness her last breath. It was devastating for me to not be with her.
My grandmother Bernice died at ninety-five years old, three months after my car accident. This completely changed my life. My grandmother was my soul mate. I believe we lived many lives together and that this is why I always wanted to be with her. She passed and we were once again separated, but now she’s with me from the other side. I know she wants me back with her, and I know we will be together again. We have reincarnated in many lives together, and it will happen again.
I think of her often and remember her special knock, a particular old-fashioned knock that was used during the vaudeville era known as “Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits,” a seven-note musical call-and-response. She used it in a lighthearted and playful manner with family and friends, to announce her arrival. She would knock on her glass when she wanted something. Even though she is gone, I can sometimes still hear that knock. She was my constant source of emotional support, safety, and unconditional love during times when I felt alone and misunderstood. Our connection was strong and eternal on many levels. The realm between my grandmother in my life before and now is completely different. That will make a big difference in the future because there is a big difference in me now, as I’ve walked into a different Dimension.
A year and a half after my grandmother died, I began blinking frequently, which I would come to realize was my way of connecting to Spirit after the NDE. It reminded me of when I was with her as a child, I sometimes blinked in rapid patterns, and I didn’t always know why I blinked in such unusual ways or what, if anything, the blinking meant. But she somehow knew it was okay for me and would encourage it, and I knew it was good. Eventually, growing up, I stopped blinking in that unusual way. But now, after she passed, this fluttering of my eyelids returned. It was then that I understood that after my NDE in the hospital and after my beloved grandmother passed, this was when my mediumship awakened. Further, I learned that it was my God-gifted form of blinking that was to be the method of communication between me and the Divine. I’ll share more about my unique form of blinking, from my childhood to its reappearance.
BROUGHT BACK INTO THE LIGHT
My next near-death experience happened several weeks later, after I returned home from the hospital. By then, I was up and able to walk around, though I also still used the wheelchair often. I weighed 105 pounds and was not doing well. I was still experiencing the effects of the concussion and remained weak. Rocky, my eighty-pound American bulldog, however, still needed to be walked. I remember the day was overcast and dreary. There was a gardener with a leaf blower outside close to my home while I slowly walked Rocky. As the gardener approached us, his very loud leaf blower caused Rocky to become alarmed. Not wanting to make Rocky more upset, I asked the gardener to please move aside to let us by. He looked at me with anger and pushed the leaf blower into Rocky’s face. Rocky barked and lunged at him, which threw me into the center of the street.
I landed on my head and blacked out and began seeing and hearing Angels, skeletons, and many faces all around me. I felt the cold of the hard pavement and warm blood on the back of my head. I felt myself floating above the street, being supported by the Angels and looking down at Rocky. I whispered, “Help me, please. Someone help me!” But no one could hear me.
Like an Angel, Rocky never left my side. I felt his licks on my face while I lay on the pavement. I went in and out of seeing things from both perspectives, from my worldly surroundings and from the other side. Amazingly, not one car hit me, even though I was lying in the middle of the street, because Rocky stood upright and shielded me like a guardian Angel. I truly believe my dog was my protective Angel. I was experiencing hazy faces of onlookers from the street, mixed with darker spirits coming in and out from the other side. Yet the Angels were also holding me up as these darker spirits appeared to me like skeletons.
I finally woke up after seeing those extremes of light and dark from the other side. I knew I had experienced another Miracle. I saw the entirety of the dark side trying to come to me, but I was saved by the love of the Angels. I awoke to see my dog with me in the middle of the street and many people gathered around me.
There was blood on the back of my head, and I was experiencing a tremendous amount of pain in the same area where I had the previous concussion. It was a Miracle I lived again and that my dog never left my side—I had survived another NDE.
Since these NDEs, the last four years of my life have been completely different from the life I once knew. Everything about my life drastically changed. I don’t feel, look, walk, or talk the same as I did prior to the NDEs. I know my NDEs are still being experienced within me.
We all live in a multidimensional world, and God heals us through His grace and time. Following this second NDE, I was upstairs in my bedroom a lot and couldn’t walk down the stairs without assistance, I felt depressed and cried all the time. Yet I could sense the presence of Mother Mary coming to me. I saw a vision of her staring down at me while surrounded by the holy water of Lourdes, the healing site in France. When I was asleep, I kept dreaming of her. I didn’t know what I was going to do with myself. I prayed to God and repeatedly asked, “What is the plan here? What’s happening? What’s going to happen to me?”
THE BEGINNINGS OF MEDIUMSHIP AND HEALING GIFTS
A friend I used to attend Mass with, Sarah, a nurse and a Reiki practitioner, came to see me about three weeks after I got out of the hospital. We used to do medical consulting work together. She was heartbroken when I lost the job on the HBO medical series Getting On, because she knew how hard it was to get a break onto a show. She came over after work one day and found me on my knees crying. I was still in so much pain. The medicine the doctors had prescribed was not working.
She said, “Look at me! I’m going to lay my hands on your head, and we’re going to pray. I’m going to help to take this pain out of your head at last.”
I said, “Yes, please help me! This medicine is not working. I’m in so much pain.”
She kept her hands on my head and prayed out loud, declaring my healing. She kept praying, but it didn’t seem to work very well.
After she left, I continued to pray to be healed. I prayed and prayed and prayed. I wanted a solution, and I decided I had to do something differently from before. I grabbed the gigantic bag of medicine I had and threw the pills all down the toilet. I vowed, “God, I’m not going to take another pill for the rest of my life.” And that was it, even to this day. I decided to take the Divine guidance within me and lay my hands on my head and pray. I did this every day until the pain left. Prayer is a positive way to connect with the high vibrational energy that resonates with our breath. I also started saying the Hail Mary prayer. You might be familiar with it:
Hail Mary, full of grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners, now,
and at the hour of our death. Amen.
AWAKENING TO THE FIFTH DIMENSION. Copyright © 2021 by Kimberly Meredith.
