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Pilamaya
Bob
Here is my NDE:
Finding myself at the end of an alcoholic existence. I was existing mainly to drink. Having gone to Kansas City in order to get some beer I had tried to end my addiction by getting myself arrested. Having failed in that I was headed home to drink myself to oblivion.
I
got in behind a car that was traveling along at a pretty good
clip. That's it. Just follow this guy. Keep
myself focused on his rear-end and I’ll be all right.
My attention was drawn away for just a second. I knew there
was a rest stop up ahead and I thought it would be a good idea to
stop, have a couple of beers nd let the cold pills wear off.
When my attention returned to driving I was just about to drive
up into the truck of the car in front of me. He had slowed
down abruptly for a highway patrol speed trap a half mile up the
road. Slamming on the brakes, my car was pulled into the
soft wet turf of the highway median.
From
the middle of the interstate I could see the police with their
radar checking speed. Between them and myself was a small
creek. Realizing that I was still traveling at 70 miles per
hour, the thought crossed my mind that I had a chance here, to
end it all. Death was for the best I thought. I was
disgusted at the worthless wretch I had become. A short
flight through space and the concrete retaining wall on the far
side and eternal oblivion. Accelerator pedal to the floor I
approached my destiny. Though I pressed harder on the gas,
things began to slow down. The acceptance of my pitiful
state was followed
immediately
by a flood of memories. Memories from a much better time in
life, when I not only didn't feel worthless about myself, but
actually liked myself. Still at break-neck speed, yet in
seeming slow motion a memory of when I was in the Army came to me.
We had sponsored children from a nearby orphanage to have
Thanksgiving Dinner with us on post. I remembered how I had
made sure the young boy I was sponsoring had gotten plenty of
food and how hard I tried to communicate with him during the meal.
I remember the glow of happiness as I stuffed the boys pockets
and filled his hands with fruits, nuts and treats before he
had left. I remembered the feeling, deep inside that I had
on that day. I wasn't worthless. I knew
that good person was still inside of me, somewhere. I
became determined to save him. To save myself.
With the creek but a few hundred feet ahead I cranked the steering wheel all the way to the left to avoid flying into the cement wall. The hard turn caused the front end of the car to dig into the soft earth. The car began to flip over, end to end. I remember being able to see the scene from a dual perspective. I recall the chaos of seeing first the muddy earth in front of the car. Then out the windshield the sky and setting sun. The earth again, then again sky. They gray of the pavement on the opposite side of the interstate, followed by sky. I also have the memory of seeing the scene from above it all. Watching the car flip over and over. Seven or eight times it flipped. The cars in the on-coming lanes of traffic, braking, skidding and turning to the right and left. I marveled that the car I was in somehow landed right in between 3 cars, bouncing over the trunk of the far one. Back inside the car, in an effort to save myself, I flung my body sideways across the bench seat. With that act I lost consciousness. My next awareness was of being in darkness. Lying across the bench seat. The void was punctuated by the crackling sound of police radio and ambulance coming to stop at the accident scene. I heard the officer tell the paramedics that there was no hurry, that there couldn't possibly be anyone alive in the car. I was angry and afraid. I was alive in here and I was mad that they didn't know it. I was afraid also, that they wouldn't get me out in time. I remember shouting, but the only thing that worked was my thoughts, no voice, no breath. Screaming in my mind "Wait a minute! I'm alive in here!" I found the process of time reversing itself. I found myself back at the point during the accident where I had flung myself across the seat to save myself. Yet it was different. As my body lay across the seat, I found myself as a tiny spirit creature of sorts sitting on the dash of the car, looking at me. The car interior was illuminated in the most brilliant of white lights, so much so that the deep burgundy interior appeared as a pale gold. The motion of the car was stopped and the vehicle was suspended in mid-rotation. With the light came voice. A voice at the same time so silent and soft that I knew it must have come from deep within myself and also thunderously loud. So loud I was sure everyone within miles must surely have heard it. With the fullest measure of Love and a lack of judgment the voice said simply "YOU CAN QUIT DRINKING OR YOU CAN DIE."
Choosing life, or perhaps not death. I found myself instantly falling back into my body. With the motion of the car still stopped I pulled myself back up behind the steering wheel and held my body firmly in place. When set, the light went out and the motion of the car resumed. I looked over to where I had laid myself to save my life and watched as the roof of the car came crashing down where I had been. Again I bounced across the far lanes. This time remaining somewhat conscious. The car came to rest in the far ditch and I was still sitting up. I was still alive. Totally unhurt. I tried to open the door and couldn't. I tried to roll down the window and couldn't. Finally trying to break the side window I succeeded only in getting the one injury of the wreck, a couple of blood blisters on my elbow. Realizing the other side of the car was basically gone, I crawled over the seat, into the back and then out where the passenger window had been, then falling into the cool wet mud. For a moment I contemplated making a break for the field of withered and dry, but still standing corn. I could hide out there until dark, then make it back home. Then I heard the voices again and the radio noises.
The officer told me that the car flipped eight times over, the first time was over from end to end. The only injuries I received was a couple of blood blisters from trying to break my way out of the drivers side window.
This
incident began for me, what has been an adventure in the world of
the spirit. Going from atheist to agnostic to today a
practicing Lakota Sundancer. I have been privileged
to experience miraculous healings, witness visions, heal
others. Find a level of peace, joy and purpose, not
previously imagined.