In my absence from this site, I have had a few mind and life altering experiences. For those of you who are not familiar with my line of work, I am/was in the medical field, but only in name. I have no real medical training, only the bits I picked up from the tid-bits of training, personal research, and being in the right place to eavesdrop on the appropriate people while caring for my clients. Most of my clients are the elderly, and I have had a few Spiritual experiences through or with them.
On the day of the experience that I am about to share with you, I was with one of my middle aged clients. We were visiting and enjoying each others' company when he suddenly began showing signs of a heart attack. As he is deaf, he could not let me know all of his symptoms, as BOTH of his hands and arms would not allow him to talk to me. In sign language there are many words that require both hands for communication. I called the paramedics and we were off to the hospital (I had to follow in my personal vehicle, with flashing light, as I was not a family member and it is against regulations that I ride in the ambulance with him).
As we were flying down State Road 119 in between the cities of Nappanee and Wakarusa we were approaching a busy intersection. As we slowed (again, I was following the ambulance with no siren, only the flashing light a-fixed to the cars roof) the ambulance attendant radioed me a short warning of a motorcyclist that seemed a bit impatient as he had started forward, stopped and again started forward. I watched in horror as he tried to run through the intersection between the ambulance and myself.
I swerved to the left while applying the brakes in a vain attempt to avoid hitting the young man. Leaving out many details, as I was following an ambulance, help was soon, on the scene. When they arrived I succumbed to the concussion that I received and slipped into unconsciousness beside the young man.
When I finally came to, I had apparently been in and out of consciousness for a few days. The hospital staff treated me as a highly contagious patient, even though I worked with them regularly and knew almost all of them by name. I thought this a bit odd, but then; now I was a patient, and not a work associate.
What I was filled in on, is that while suffering several broken and fractured bones and a concussion that should have put me in a comatose state, I had somehow travelled the forty feet to this young man who was thrown out into the road. I was trying to help him despite the obvious incapacitation due to my position, but my attempts were for naught. As the group of EMT's rushed to us, one of them overheard me say, what she thought was, "Accept the White Light" while lightly holding onto the young man's arm.
While staying in the hospital, according to my records, I have suffered severe hallucinations and (what are termed as) mal-visions of those in my life who have passed. I carried on complete conversations with them, and the last words recorded that I said while being in and out of THIS timeframe were "I know I have to rest. I still have work to do..."
A day later, my concussion released its strongest hold and I woke up to the battery of questions that everyone coming out of consciousness are subjected to.
I am still receiving medical care, but will soon be released to assume my convalescence at home.
In the meantime, I still have many unseen friends and relatives visiting with me. My son tells me to tell them all to wait, that they are preventing me from returning home. My roommate tells me she sees their shadows, but nothing more, and knows that I am not crazy. That in itself allows me the knowledge that this is not simply a hallucination. The hospital staff is being very patient and trying to re-explain to me the workings of a concussion while imploring me to take different forms of medication.
What this experience has taught me is that we all have our views of what is really going on in the world that surrounds us. We all think we know what the fabric of the air holds. Until we truly test that knowledge, we never really see what is there in the wrinkles or shadows of what is ALWAYS there. I only wish that I had all of the equipment necessary to document at least a few of these experiences.
By the way, I KNOW that what I told the young motorcyclist was actually "Accept the White Light", even though I do not recall uttering the words.