The Anointed Visionary

Day 5 in my coma - Wednesday, April 5, 2000

So people ask me what it’s like to die. I think that most of us are not scared of death but HOW we are going to die. I also believe that when we come face to face with death, an instant FEAR overwhelms us. I know that when I learned I might die, I busted out into tears and I was afraid. It’s that same fear that took over my entire body when I faced my son’s unfortunate incident.
So it’s day 5 and my parents tell me that I wasn’t getting better and that there was no change. I was hooked up to the machines and I lay there lifeless. They were at my bedside and praying along with so many others.

So where was I exactly? What had happened to me? Where had I gone? Let me tell you exactly as I remember to the best of my recollection. ….

The last words I remember was the doctor asking me if I had anyone they could call. I remember screaming I don’t want to die. People were looking at me. I was in the middle of the ER across from the nursing station. Then everything went dark.

I remember waking up in what I believed to be a room. It was the whitest and brightest light I had ever seen. It was so bright and it was blinding. So blinding I could not blink my eyes. It felt as if my eyes were stitched wide open. I was not blinking. The light was blinding and bright. There was no definition. No doors, no windows, no walls. Just total brightness.
In fact I was floating …. (To be continued)

MY COMA DAY 4 - Tuesday, April 4, 2000

Day 4 in my coma - Tuesday, April 4, 2000 LET THE PRAYERS BEGIN

My parents told me that once God spoke and said no to the surgery that medical professionals came to tell them all about the odds. My toxicity screenings were not good.

Doctors told my parents of all the damage that had been done, the grim prognosis, and the slender odds of my recovery (should I recover) and what that would look like. My pulse ox levels had reached dangerous lows (in the 40s from last I remember before losing consciousness) and I was in a non-drug induced coma.

My mother was adamant that God said no surgery and not to cut out any of my organs. I was on life support and the machines were breathing for me because I could not breathe on my own.
My mother said that the 24/7 prayers and vigils and presence at the hospital began. The entire church and pastors from everywhere were praying for me and with them. They were coming in person to pray for me. My family were there by my side the entire time.

I was still in the ICU and while visitation was limited I was never alone nor without one. So let’s talk about this coma state of mine.

Was I aware of people being there? No
Did I feel them and hear them praying for me at that time? No
Was I floating above my body and seeing them? No

WHY?

Because by this time I was already with God and had connected with the bright white light. …. (to be continued).

MY COMA DAY 3 - Monday, April 3, 2000

My parents said that although I crashed between 1:30pm and 2:39pm EST on Saturday, April 1st; it wasn’t until 3:30am on Sunday, April 2nd that the phone rang and my father answered the phone.

My mother said he fell to his knees out of bed and said, “it’s Stefany, they said she’s not going to make it. Go get Tia. Go wake up Tia.” Tia was my mother’s younger sister Marsha who was an anointed and holy woman of God. She was the closest thing to an Angel for my entire family and she was a prayer warrior. She immediately started pleading the blood of Jesus and went into prayer.

My father said the doctors told he and my mother to get to the hospital right away that things were not looking good and they didn’t think I was going to make it. By the time they arrived to the Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania, I was already in the ICU and hooked up to life support.

My mother said that my body looked very swollen and puffed up and that my right side was twisted down with the appearance of having a stroke. They were waiting for the doctors and when the nurse came in she said, “I knew she had to have a family and people who loved her”. My mother said, “of course she has people who love her and why would you say that?”
The nurse explained that she looked at my well manicured hands and feet and that she just knew. She also told my mother that she had my jewelry that I had worn and locked it up. She left to retrieve the jewelry so my mother could have it.

My parents said when the doctor came in he explained that my tox screens were not good. That I had been without oxygen for too long and that I would need surgery right away to cut out the damaged organs.

My mother says they were not considered next of kin so they had to wait for my husband’s consent. When he arrived he told the doctors to do whatever my father decided. They signed the consent.

As they were prepping me for surgery something strange happened. They kept trying to put this tube in my groin area (I still have the scar) and no one could get it in. Different people kept coming in and trying and were unsuccessful.

My mother says she felt God speak to her and told her to stop them. No surgery. So that is what she did. She told them to stop! (To be continued)

My COMA Day 2 | My Parents’ View

They told me when they got to the hospital, I was in the coma and hooked up to the machines. My mother said my body physically had blown up to twice its size, and my right side looked stroked, so it was twisted down. She said the nurses came in and told her, "I knew she couldn't be alone and have no family. I knew she had people that loved her."

My mom was crying and asked her how she knew, and she said the nurse told her because of how smooth my skin was, my hands were, and my nails were pedicured and manicured well. Then she handed my mother ALL of the jewelry I had worn to the hospital.

MY COMA DAY 2: Sunday, April 2, 2000

So after I sent Jawanza home I just kept taking breathing treatments. They were trying everything to get my breathing up to par. I wasn’t getting any better. In fact, I was getting worse.

The emergency room was overcrowded and there weren’t any rooms left. I was on a bed in the hallway next to the wall just across from the nurses’ station. Because I worked at Penn, my medical records/ chart binder was a different color and I could see the word “FAMILY” in large letters across the spine.

A few times people came over to check on me. Nursing staff, the registrar, residents, etc. My breathing still wasn’t getting any better. In fact, I was really struggling to breathe. My heart was beating fast and I was gasping for even the smallest breath of air.

I remember the admissions coordinator talking to the doctor and then coming over to me and asking if I had a living will. I replied no and she gave me a whole bunch of documents to sign. At the time I was listed as an Organ Donor on my driver’s license and I remember her verifying that information as well.

Once I finished signing the papers, the doctor came over to me to talk to me. He explained that they were trying everything they could to get me better and nothing was working. They said that I was not responding to treatment and it wasn’t looking good. He could tell from the look on my face that I was baffled and not really comprehending anything he was saying.

Then he said, ”do you have anyone you want us to call? Is there anyone we can call for you?” ….
I was finally grasping what he was saying and I remember screaming this bemoaning sound I had never heard from anyone before let alone from myself. I said “call my mom. I want my mom. I don’t want to die.” … As the words came out of my mouth the flood gates opened and I burst into tears and a wave of fear and hysteria met my words with an intense emotion I had never experienced. I gave the doctor the number and that was it.

COMPLETE DARKNESS …. And that was the last thing I remember. …. (to be continued).

Dr. Stefany

Yesterday, April 1, 2026, made exactly 26 years since my second death. 26 years which is the number 8; NEW BEGINNINGS. I AM so grateful to be alive and one day I will be able to really really share so many things with the world. I've been traveling and burning the candle at both ends and yesterday I was EXHAUSTED and I'm coming down with something so I've been taking all the herbs I can to fight off whatever is looming.

However, I feel like it's time to share my story again because there are new people I am connected to, people who may not know "the story", but more importantly people who may be blessed from its recollection.

Because I missed yesterday, I will share my Day 1 from my book that I wrote with everything I experienced and learned about life from the coma. It's called The 48 Laws of Prayer, Power, and the Promises of God and you can find the original version on Amazon and the Reinvented Version on Magcloud.... so here goes.

My COME EXPERIENCE DAY 1 - Saturday, April 1, 2000

On this day I died, was subsequently revived, on my deathbed and was on life support with machines breathing for me because I could not breathe for myself; and in a coma. My parents tell me when they received the call in the wee hours of the morning from the hospital the physicians told them to hurry up and get there quickly because they didn't know how much longer I would have. Every day from this day until the day I walked out of that hospital I will post all of the WONDERFUL things that are a part of my death and heaven personal account and experience as my FB status so as to bring Glory to THE CREATOR for ALL THE THINGS that have been a part of my journey people call LIFE.

The Message: Prior to going to the hospital I was home struggling to breathe and having one of the worst asthma attacks of my life. I thought I could make myself better. I should have gone to the hospital and gotten what I needed. But instead I waited in my own strength until I wasn't strong enough to even walk or take a simple breath.

The Lesson: Pushing yourself to your limits is never operating in wisdom. There is capacity, but you lose more than you gain when you do. When you seek assistance from someone who can help you, that is true wisdom.

The Moral: Pride serves and feeds ego not the best parts of who we are. Ask for help because self-preservation trumps everything.... (to be continued)

Dr. Stefany aka

Dear Hustle Mama Magazine Family,

It has been a deeply rewarding and enriching experience being the Founder and CEO of Hustle Mama: The Magazine for Today’s POWERHOUSE Woman. I created Hustle Mama as a help meet to powerhouse women all over the globe, highlighting and supporting entrepreneurial women of noble purpose—those who Hustle: Help, Unite, Share, Teach, Lead, and Empower families, communities, and the world. My journey started with a collection of essays I wrote in the early 1990s, speaking to the challenges I faced as a wife, later a single mother trying to make my mark on the world and in my community. That collection blossomed into the book Hustle Mama in 2002 and eventually into a blog, which gave birth to the magazine you’ve all come to know and love.
Two weeks ago, I celebrated my 55th birthday—this milestone birthday represents a new chapter, not just in my life, but for the community we’ve built together. Over the past 12 years, I have evolved and grown alongside my audience of both new visitors (hundreds of thousands each month) and the millions who visit and re-visit on a weekly basis. I do not take that love and support lightly, especially from family, friends, and colleagues I’ve connected with over the years. A big thank you to the Hustle Mama Magazine family. I could never have done this without the loyalty and commitment of my writing staff and operations team. A big thank you to our Senior Staff Editor, Cecile Anthony-Bryan, our Operations Staff, Robin Wright and Kyrel Karamihan, our Layout Designer Hassaan Muhammad, our Tech Staff Aarti Kumar and Amit Kumar, our permanent and contributing staff writers along the way, Creative Director, D’Mont Reese of D’Mont Reese Photography and Video, and our Make Up Artist, Tanya Robinson whose commitment have been unwaivering and without whom none of the beautiful artistic work of the covers and features you get to see would have been possible.

Starting from the blog in 2010, Hustle Mama was born from a collection of personal essays that reflected my life’s journey for as long as I could remember. These years have marked more than just a transition; they’ve signified a transformation of epic proportions as I built the entire Hustle Mama brand with the love and support of family, friends, and women who always stood by me. From merchandise to podcasts, a radio station, our own television network, and one of the first interactive apps and magazines, Hustle Mama has been a pioneer in many ways. We were the first magazine to stream audio and video from its pages and the first to translate into more than 20 languages—all handcrafted when no translation software was available. And believe me, this journey wasn’t without its battles. I had to fight to defend the name, the vision, and the platform against those who didn’t understand its significance.

Above all, Hustle Mama has been dear to my heart because it allowed me to connect with women from all walks of life, across geographies, and different experiences. It was always about creating a platform for everyday women to be recognized for their achievements and contributions. I wanted to make sure I helped give women entrepreneurs exposure to millions who never would have thought they could or should be; but who absolutely deserved to be and not because they were famous in entertainment or music. Just because they were committed to their work and the calling that was on their lives. The most challenging part of retiring this magazine, a project my father was so passionately committed to, is knowing I’m closing a chapter that shaped me and brought me public recognition to audiences I could never imagine, to global markets I never thought possible, and to platforms and circles that I never believed I would be a part of in my wildest dreams. Thank you’s are not nor will never be enough for my parents. They were always my largest investors, my number one fans, and my encouragers when things got rough. My father, who stood by me through every triumph and every setback, is no longer here, and letting go feels like parting from a shared legacy we built together.

Yet, to everything, there is a season. To embrace my new season and step into my next promised land, I must walk away from what I’ve built and can no longer be of service to anymore. Its run its course and I’ve had to set it free (and believe me that has taken years to do). I can’t tell you how many signs I’ve turned a blind eye to because it’s been so dear to my heart. It’s time for a new beginning—a new community built on the foundation of everything we’ve accomplished through Hustle Mama Magazine and the tribe of women who have loyally supported this movement.

Welcome to the dawn of a new era—The Business Minded Magazine, where we empower business-minded entrepreneurs with the tools, resources, and connections they need to thrive. This next phase will be singular in focus: unlocking success for the business-minded entrepreneur by sharing my digital marketing expertise and leadership. In just four short years, our directory has grown to over 14,000 members. It has been a joy to sow, water, pour, and tend to the audience God has placed on my path. As you are well aware, everything for me is spiritual above all else, and we are in our season of new beginnings and new wine. I would like to extend a personal invitation for each and every one of you to join us. We have some exciting things planned!

At The Business Minded.com, we help entrepreneurs turn ambition into action and vision into results. Our new magazine will continue the tradition of highlighting and profiling the remarkable members of our business network. We are excited to share the incredible stories and contributions of these leaders, emphasizing the vital role they play in shaping our world.
Thank you for being part of this incredible journey. I look forward to walking with you into this next chapter with The Business Minded Magazine, as we continue to support and empower the business-minded who are making their mark in today’s global economy.

With gratitude and so much love in my heart,
Dr. Stefany Jones
Founder,
TheBusinessMinded.com, The Business Minded Magazine, The Business Minded Network

The most wonderful time celebrating with my baby girl who’s having a baby …. Baby Colton’s Winter Wonderland Baby Shower was a hit!!! Family, friends, fellowship and lots of fun. ❤️❤️❤️

Everything you are going through is to get you to another place!!!

Today I want to encourage some folks. I have been watching what as been going on around me for some time and taking notes. No one talks about it, but people are trying REAL HARD out here. I am in awe at the resilience of so many. Know that the human condition is built to LAST and withstand. You've got this, you can do this, you are NOT this and this is NOT all there is. Lean not to your own understanding, but in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path. xoxoxo

You've got everything you need, because YOU are all you need, because greater is He inside of you than is in the world.