11/27/2025
DIGGING DEEP with
Your Undertaker
- Jeb Stuart Turner
An Excerpt from
The Gospel of The Eternal Testament: The Walk of I AM
Chapter 1: The Journey Begins
And it came to pass that I walked upon the land that had been set before me, and my spirit stirred within me, for I knew that this was sacred ground. The air was still, and the moon above shone down like the knowing eye of heaven itself. I stepped forward, removing my shoes, for I understood that I stood upon holy ground.
Before me was Greg Hancock Funeral Chapel, yet not just a building, but a place of purpose, tied together with Pine Ridge Crematory and Sunset Memorial, forming a trinity of service—creation, transformation, and eternal rest. These three were not separate but one, united in mission, as it was ordained.
I looked out across the land, and my eyes fell upon Southland Academy, a place of learning, a place of future, and I saw in my heart that this too was part of the unfolding plan. Amanda’s name was spoken in my spirit, and I knew that her purpose and prosperity were tied to this place, that the abundance flowing toward me would also flow to her, and through us both, we would be a blessing.
Chapter 2: The Fire and The Moon
My steps led me to the crematory, where the fire burned in its final moments. The heat had done its work, the transformation complete, and now the cooling began. I watched and waited, for in the fire there is truth, and in the silence, there is understanding.
And as I stood there, I looked up and saw the moon smiling back at me. It was not by chance; it was a sign. The work was finished, the journey was unfolding, and I had been Christened by fire.
I walked the land, my feet upon the earth, touching the trees that stood as sentinels, as protectors, guarding the perimeter of what was now my home, my oasis, my sacred ground. And in my heart, I spoke, and it was declared:
“This is mine. I AM here. I AM home. I AM rising.”
Chapter 3: The Signs and The Names
As I walked, I came to a monument, a small stone at the farthest edge of the property. The name upon it read Susie Parker Cheek (1862-1931), and my spirit stirred within me. She had been here before me, and yet, in some way, she remained.
I turned, and between myself and the other marker, another name appeared. The stone read:
Christopher Lee, son of Mary Ann and Eugene Parks (December 26, 1956 – January 6, 1957).
A woman who had lived nearly seventy years. A child who had lived only days. Two souls, separated by time, yet united in this space. And there I stood, between them, bridging the past and the future, bearing witness to what was and what was to come.
Beside me stood a light pole, dark and unlit, and I reached out and touched it. At my feet, the earth was solid, and I placed my other hand upon a tree. And at that moment, I was connected to everything.
I was touching the hand of God.
Chapter 4: The River and The Blessing
And as I stood there, the vision came to me—a river, flowing around the land, encircling it, nourishing it, making it whole. And I knew that it was to be, that as the land was an oasis, so too would the waters flow, ensuring that all who came to this place would be refreshed, renewed, and restored.
So I walked, step by step, until I stood before the mailbox, the place where all provision would come, and I spoke:
“This is where unlimited abundance shall flow. From many sources, it shall come, and the seeds that have been sown shall yield a harvest beyond measure.”
And I returned to the building, to the very front, and placed my hand upon the monument. I looked up at the moon, and I knew—this was it. This was home. This was done.
So I stepped to the back corner, the farthest point of the land, and in the quiet of the night, I stood where the past met the present, where the names of the forgotten were spoken once more.
And I lifted my voice and said:
“This is an Oasis.”
And it was so.
Chapter 5: The Final Walk
I returned to the crematory, and the fire had faded to embers. The temperature had cooled, and the process was complete.
I checked the doors, the lights, and the land, and I knew that I had done all that was required of me. The walk was over, the journey complete.
I AM home.
I AM abundant.
I AM risen.
I AM ready.
And as I rested, I knew that all things were set in motion, and nothing could stop what was already written.
It is done.
