FLATLINED – – – out of my body

She came into my room ‘just to see how I was doing’, she told me. I didn’t recognize her . . . not at first. That is, until Skip opened the door, and said “there you are … finally … Dr. Fitz wants you, Stat!” She’d had to turn in her seat to look up at him, poking his head in the door behind her.

“Coming”, she answered. She began to rise from her seat near the foot of my hospital bed.

“Wait, wait, wait! You’re the one!” I’d recognized her only when she turned to respond to Skip – then’s when I saw the back and top of her head; as she’d turned; I’d seen her first, while out of my body, floating far above her, looking down, in Recovery, after my operation.

Tears began to flow down her cheeks as she began to sob openly and nodded ‘yes’. “God told me to keep you alive! I’m not suppose to be here. I just had to know you survived.”

She came over to me,, took my hand, and explained “I have to go; I’m sure he’s upset . . . my being here; I’m glad you’re OK.”

I’ve not seen her since – – don’t even remember her name. Wish I did! I’d really like to thank her! I’m sure she’s no longer there; my accident had been on May 10th, 1974 – over 32 years ago. I doubt Skip is there either . . . There’s no way I could find her now.

I’ve meant to find a picture – one on the front page of the L.A. Times – the day after my accident. The photo was of a hang-glider – hanging dead. (I was told) he was hanging from the same power lines I was caught up in … later, the same day!

I remember being in recovery … at least this part I do. It seems I’d been a minimum of 20’ above her. I could hear her, but it was faint – as if she were a block away. As I watched, she began to hit my chest, she slapped me at one point, took hold of my shoulders and shook my torso. When she saw signs I was breathing, she turned me onto my side hanging part way off the gurney and leaned in, close to my ear – I could tell she was yelling but her voice was still faint. “Cough up the blood, take a breath! She repeated this over and over while holding me hanging part way off. I don’t know for how long.

I remember thinking “all I have to do is let go” meaning “relax.” I remember seeing the silver cord, floating loosely, between me and my body. I was what was out. Me! My body seemed to have little relevance. I wasn’t scared. In my mind, to ‘let go’ would have been nothing traumatic – kind of like just ‘going to sleep’ but I was fully cognizant that it meant dying!

The reason I know that, is because of the very next thought that ran through my head – “what’ll happen to my kids?” With that, I immediately, “snapped back into my body, writhing in pain. I’m confident it was definitely my ‘love for’ and/or ‘worry about’ my kids that made me ‘hang on’. Somehow, I knew it would be easier to ‘let go.’

Some incidents are implanted in our brains so strongly that they change us, permanently. Forever!

It’s as fresh in my mind today, 32 years later, as this handicapped chair I’ve had to sit in and help me get around, for almost 3 months now.

I never feared death after that … not that death is something I consciously thought about, either before or after, but from that day forward, I was always wondering why others were so irrationally afraid of dying. That change, surely came from my “flatlining” (note that I don’t call it “dying” any longer.)

As an ‘aside’– watches have never run on me since being “out-of-my-body.” Watches given to me, would quit … often within the hour I put them on. Certainly, before the day was over. I’ve not worn one, for decades because of that – I’d thank the giver but I usually explain why … my way of apologizing for not accepting it.

I don’t tell many people … until now, that is … of an explanation I heard on ‘talk radio’ around 15 years ago. I don’t remember who it was, but he claimed that people who’ve had ‘out-of-body-experiences’ often have this same experience – that watches won’t run on them … and when so, won’t again, until they’re repaired. He claimed that the out-of-body-experience disrupts the body’s electrical systems and therefore the watch’s as well.

I find I wonder about my ALS; our neurological system is our body’s electrical system – did my accident cause such havoc on my neurological system (not just watches) that ALS was just lying in wait … dormant, for decades?

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About josiahe

Watching closely, working to understand all I may, in this "Age of Information", even from my limited view, I can see much of what's going on ..... and I oft see it's going to impact all of us which is why I share it. My focus is to expose evil, and to serve my Lord and savior Jesus in whatever way He shows me. If one waits long enough, better writers will come along and comment; it's just that I have so little patience with the evil that lurks among us and I've wasted so much time and now, there is so little left! WELCOME!
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