Lynn Beisner:
"I am doing a little bit if research on Near Death Experiences. I would love to hear your experiences, thoughts or opinions."
this thread makes me wonder what is the rightful definition of "near-death"...but from the comments, let me share:
1. the first, in my early 20s, i had a high impact smash up, running /speeding into the back of a hauler truck on the highway in Alabama. a two trailer ups truck cut in front of me, i geared down in my toyota sports coupe, brand new btw, and geared back up to speed and switched lanes and bam. the reason why the ups cut me off. I thought i was going to die. that whole 'life flash before your eyes story'/ the car was going under the bed. but i got off. no injury just slammed. i was stretchered, ambulanced, but i dont remember anything significant
2. in my late 20s, in the caribbbean, on a vacation with my family, i almost drowned in the sea at high tide. i was swimming and playing as tide came in and depth rose beyond my standing, and waves came crashing so immeditely there was no break, and i started to panic, and remember telling myself, if i panic, that is it, i will die and my family cannot take the loss of a second child. a few years before, my brother had died. so i told myself to just calm down and swim swim swim no matter what the waves, where the water takes me. and that is what saved me. all of that was a conversation submerged under depth
3. my brother since he died in 1987 never rested. i was told this multiple times. he was 18. he did not know he was dead. he was a young soul being as well as young human so did not comprehend. and so he was wandering and in soul attachment to me almost from the beginning and i think i caused it too cause i bemoaned and bewailed his loss so much and spoke and took a 'he is here with me story' it was deep. fast forward decades later to my 40s...i was told by a reader that 'my brother needed my support, he is in trouble, he really needs you" the reader in giving me the info did not realize my brother was deceased, for decades. when i told him after he was done. he screamed and slapped a wall...he was so in shock. my brother was so 'alive' but as he calmed he told me, really and truly, he did see him in a grave, as if standing in a grave..so he realized the help my brother needed from me was to take him to the light. i sought help from the two spiritual people in my midst: my father's new wife who seems to have some kind of 'power' and a spiritual baptitst mother healer. both of them refused to help me telling me "they could come for you when you do that" they being the dead or those on the other side, the hosts or the agents... but i had to do it. so i did it alone, me a novice, never before, not in this line of work.
I just followed what my intuition told me and what i was instructed to do. i also realize i was told to do this years ago but was given no reason why, but was told to cook yam and palm oil in a calabash and place it in the forest. and i asked then, peculiar enough, "how much time do i have to do it" and was told there is no limit. now that is not my personality, i do things immediately, pronto. but i knew i did not live near a forest and access to one was challenging on my own, but four years later, i was living in a forest, on a mountain, and only when encountered the reader, did i realize, this is the time to do that deed---the forest thing and is now four years later am i getting the reason the connection...my brother
well, i did it. crossed the river in my backyard and climbed up the river and over the other side...and placed incense, calabash, said some incantations, spoke to my brother, and lit candles. as soon as i did that, rain fell.
two days later sleeping at night, i was awakened by an image on my white closet door with the light from the street above hitting it to create shadows as if a film on a screen...a man stood at the door of light outstretched hands to me. I was in deep sleep. i saw that, and jumped up from deep sleep to standing on the bed and began to run with the blanket entangled with me, running on the bed as if i was on flat ground, and fell off, buddup and that is what shut it all down. ended the scene and experience. {they had come for me} and i knew it. It was why i was running. that doorway and overwhelmingly bright light that stuns. i wonder how much of what we see is implanted from stories in the domain, but somehow, i dont think it is that. it is real*
4. near death just happened last friday
walking up a hill in the forest, came upon a family encampment. they did not hear me calling, nor did the dogs which are usually tied, but i was at twilight, too late after day. they evidently are loosed for protection. I startled the dogs as well. They came flying round a corner with a speed that seemed as lightning fast, in a growlbark that i had never heard before, ever, and were in such a fury they flew past me, cause i did not run. i just stood still and they came back to me and stood one on either side and only when i called out again to the owner, did they attempt me: one took the skirt i was wearing, it's fly away piece, cause they had slits...and was pulling wranging it. I attempted to untie it to let it go, but then the other dog had pulled at my tunic and then tried to snap my leg but it was just a scratch, by then the owners and family appeared. I was stunned not at the incident, but how i handled it. in retrospect i find it bizarre. i grew up with dogs, i was going to be a vet. my first degree is in animal science, i started vet school..yeah yeah, but in all my life i have never ever been bitten or attacked by dogs. but i thought it bizarre how calm i was, how centered and grounded i evidently inhabited. after, hours after, the next day, i remark how i could have been mangled and murdered by those dogs. easy for them to lunge me and go for the neck, or had they pulled a limb, my hands, it would have made it easy for the other...it just makes me shudder, kind of. and this in a country where several people have been mangled, murdered and maimed by dogs..so the visual is palpable. when i say mangled i do mean that, eh . like a rag doll. and these were two South African Ridgebacks. Read about them. they are horrid raging animals. In Trinidad/
so these are my near death, but are they near death. what is the difference between perceived danger of death and real death statistic accomplished (flat line)
interesting writing for a monday morning
i just wrote a blog. thank you
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