Sunday, February 15, 2015

“I Was Brought Into the Folds of Heaven” - AngelicView

Via AngelicView, 13 February 2015

I don’t feel as if I can possibly say enough how much I truly appreciate… from the bottom of my heart… all the wonderful stories people have shared with me, you, or just on the internet… of their experiences. Being able to read them and pass them along has been truly life-changing for me. In fact, in way… they have saved my life. In the real sense, I think they have saved my physical life so that I haven’t gone and offed myself. And in a “quality-of-life” sense, they have made my life better and more fulfilled than ever before. I know that if they affect me this way, they probably do many, many others, as well.

This Near-Death Experience account is beyond awesome. Rachel was 12 years old at the time and was swimming at a YMCA pool with her brother and they were having fun in the middle of the deep pool waters playfully fighting over rights to a boogie board (a small foam “board” to aid in swimming) when both of them tired out. At that same time, the lifeguard at the pool had just went for a quick bathroom break. This spells “disaster”… or maybe it spells “a life-changing experience”.

Thank you to Rachel for sharing your experience :)

"Underwater, I could see all the kids playing, laughing, running, jumping, and screaming.  I kicked hard with my legs and came up above the water line. The room was deafening with noise. Each person in the room made the same motions I was about to make. I was going to scream, wave my arms around, and call for help. I was tired. I had two seconds. I could continue with my plan and waste my energy or I could stay up for two seconds and take a huge breath. I took a huge breath and let my brother push me under again. He was no longer in control. He was in survival mode. I was face to face with a hard fact. Either I was going to drown or he was going to drown.  I could see each and every one of my choices.

  1. Let myself sink and swim away. Once I got away I could make my way to the edge of the pool and get help.
  2. I could go for the boogie board, but I was fairly certain someone had seen it abandoned and already had it in full use.
  3. I could use him like a boogie board and let him drown.
  4. I could fight him and we could both drown.
  5. I could waste my breath screaming and waving and we would both drown.
  6. I could realize how much I loved him.

I chose the last one. I loved him and I did not want him to be scared. I knew that if I made any motion to leave him, he would loose it. I needed to stay calm and motionless. I needed to let him use me as a boogie board, it was the only way to subside his panic enough for him to keep his face above the water. So, I relaxed. There was no struggle in me. I directed my energy towards sending him tranquil and peaceful thoughts. I tried to convey to him with my body language that everything was going to be okay and that I was fine. When I felt him feel for me, I moved enough for him to know I was still alive. I knew the bodyguard would be back any instant. I just had to wait. I realized time was passing. I did not know how much time.

I opened my eyes. I could see everyone in the room. I could hear what each person was saying. Then, I realized I could see the tops of their heads. I was above the pool looking down. I could see who was in the next room. I could hear what each of them was saying. I could see the lifeguard coming back. He was half way down the hall only twelve feet from the door. He was hurrying, a little anxious. I could see the colors and depth of everything in the room and the room itself, but those things didn’t matter. Time and space didn’t seem to be important.

Sound was. I could hear everything. And with the sound came feelings. I could feel what people were feeling. Only two people in the room were worried about me. One was telling someone who would not listen. The other was a little boy about five years old. When the bodyguard came in the room the little boy went to him and pointed. Immediately the bodyguard was on it. I felt movement in and around my body. I started to debate with myself and my out-of-body experience became something else.

I was no longer a body floating above the pool. I became time and space. I could see the entire universe and it was not like when you watch the Nova channel. It was different because I was the universe. I was everything. Sound disappeared except I could hear my debate. My debate was not sound. My debate was made of time. I could enter my body, my body was a piece of time in space. Or, I could stay out of my body and be everywhere, part of everything, which would be a different type of time in space. I asked the question, ‘Should I go back into my body?’ The answer was, ‘No, you should wait.  If you were to go back now, you would die.’

I knew I was ignorant of the reasoning behind it. ‘Wouldn’t I die if I waited?’  ‘No, you’re fine. Wait. If you want to go back, I will tell you when.’ Many people have said I was talking to G*d. I was not talking to G*d, nor an angel. I was talking to myself. Myself was the universe. I was G*d. I knew everything and nothing at the same time. I was everything. I felt movement in my body again and knew I was still not dead. I was on the cold hard floor now, except I was on the ceiling. This time my back was pressed up against the plaster. It was cold and hard. I looked around. I could not see myself in the water. Everyone was at one end of the room. A ring of people were standing around a spot. There was a tense, dense, thickness to everything. The air, the emotions, the sound, the time, the space, the bodies, the thoughts. I knew I was about to go back and I hesitated. Just for a moment I didn’t want to, really didn’t want to return. Before the drowning, I was a very tiny speck of thought, time, space, and sound. I had been a piece of material, a piece of matter, molded into a tight space with severe limits.  I had been cut off from time and space. I had been stuck inside something. I had been stuck inside something that experienced sharpness, coldness, need, and the feeling of knowing I was wrong. I was forced to feel the wrong in my actions, feelings, physical sicknesses in the human body, and weakness in will.

During the drowning I was everything everywhere. The pieces of material and matter in the universe where not solid objects. I was the space between. I was everywhere at once. Objects didn’t matter. Not one object was more important than another object. There was just time and space making up each object. And there was time and space in between each of those objects choosing not to be an object in that moment. I knew that, when I went back, I would go back to being cut off. And that made me hesitate. It did not make me sad. It did not make me mad. I knew that once again, objects that were not me would exert their supposed superiority over me. I knew that cold would be separated from heat. I knew that hunger would be separated from the rain. I knew I would have a very long, cold, lonely, and painful life."

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1 comment:

temporaryangel said...

thank you for that AV. You know, she now lives in a state of grace that we can only imagine. I soo want to live in that state, where I try to remember every moment as if it is a keepsake to take with me from an incredible experience. I have a hard time doing that though, sometimes I just "check out" and hide from the world, rather than experiencing it and others. Not sure I want that kind of wake up call though :) blessings, Caroline