My “Plane” Truth

About the Book

On January 21, 2006, my husband Terry and I were enjoying a relaxing couples massage during a romantic getaway and five hours later we were experiencing 15 terrifying minutes of uncertainty as to whether we would live or die. Our single engine plane had suddenly lost all its power. In those moments of uncertainty, flashing before me was my life... What had I done? What would I miss? And most importantly what was the meaning of those blue eyes that superimposed themselves over Terry's eyes ... minutes before we crashed? The physical and emotional healing was intense, humbling and gratifying while the spiritual path that I had been catapulted onto was certainly uplifting and unfamiliar to me. All my life my soul had been gently nudging me towards my true purpose, now it was hitting me over the head with the messages of ... Love more... have less, simplify your life. Love and forgive myself and others unconditionally. This true story is of my spiritual transformation that took me from having the illusion that all my material accomplishments was all there was for a fulfilling life: to knowing that life was and had already been planned for me, by me well before I incarnated into this body. Surviving this plane crash was only a catalyst towards me fulfilling my true purpose in life. Having a clean slate to begin all over with is a daunting task. Being 47,now widowed and starting over was a daunting task. My faith as about to be tested big time. For from tragedy comes triumph. Having found the owner of 'those eyes' I know I have more work and a much higher purpose in life to fulfill. It took a life threatening and frightening plane crash to make me see the truth... my plane truth. It's truly been a humbling experience and one I consider to be a gift and not a tragedy. The hardest part was simply looking in the mirror and uncovering all my masks that I had thought were protecting me, but in fact were keeping me from knowing my true self.

About the Author

Jill Douglas divides her time between La Quinta, CA and Vernon, BC. Writing about my true story of surviving a plane crash has been cathartic. The lengthy recovery process was the best thing that ever happened to me. It allowed me time to reflect on the important things in my life and what was really missing. My search for that elusive purpose in life was finally answered as I dug through many layers of traumas and dramas that made up my life up until that point. It had nothing to do with all my accomplishments, jobs, titles, or material stuff that I had spent my entire life striving and achieving. Learning to forgive and to love unconditionally both myself and others has been the biggest step towards freedom and personal peace I have ever taken. I still enjoy the challenge of being one with the ball in the game of golf, working out, yoga, meditating and reading. I love continuing to expand who I am. I spend more time simply honoring myself, my body and the me in some might say the silly Jilly, but I prefer the joyful Jilly. My greatest source of joy is simply knowing that I am not alone and that I am connected to my source, the one power I call God. I am in a spiritual partnership with Robin, the owner of those eyes that were illuminated in my husband's eyes minutes before we crashed and we continue to expand who we are. This is the most challenging and loving relationship I have ever had, because it requires so much honesty with the real me... no masks allowed. Mostly, I've learned to let go and just let God show me the way. What a relief.