So you don't think there is anything after you die?, page-100

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    Norman - first a brief childhood story - I was about 9, staying with auntie and cousins in the country in Austria (where I was born); we went playing by a small brook, which was in reality a 2-3m deep run-off channel from a factory which had weed (algae) growing in it. My aunt was there to supervise us - we played ball - ball fell into the water, aunt couldn't swim, boys wouldn't go after it, I did go in, because I knew how to swim, but as soon as I felt the water algae (in German water algae are called 'Schlingpflanzen' which means they curl and weave round you) I panicked having read in fairy tales that they pull you under and before long I was swallowing water, had stopped to make swimming movements, my legs got entangled and I shouted for help thinking how beautiful the sun was and that I would never see it again because I was dying and thinking of my mother. Eventually a passer-by jumped in and pulled me out. I sat on the bank for a long time to recover from what I thought was certain death and then we all went home - auntie full of shame that she couldn't swim. Early next morning my mother arrived breathless from Vienna (a 3-hour train ride away) - having run all the way from the railway station; asking; how is my child, how is my child, has she drowned? She had dreamt I was swimming in the Old Danube and suddenly disappeared - I then popped up again and said: 'it was only joking ' ....
    My aunt was astonished and embarrassed, because she wasn't going to tell her what had happened and had made me promise not to say a word to my Mum about this. (nobody had a telephone in those days)
    The other stuff was to do with my husband and his early and very sudden death; there were two vivid dreams I cannot reveal in public, but IMO they were induced by his fading energy field - (probably not at all scientific) - one happened two days after his death and it was horrific so much so, I cannot re-tell it, the second one the exact opposite beautiful and totally real. Then the three days later as my children had finally assembled, (one had been living in Melbourne, the other in London), they were sitting in the lounge trying to find some solace and they all 'saw' his image in the lounge room near the ceiling; I was in the kitchen, heard the sudden silence and they were all stunned and looking at one point near the kitchen - I saw nothing; also his then one grandchild, who was 2 years old, saw him in the church at his funeral and she had little experience of him. He was a hugely energetic man and also very loving towards his family ....
    There were two more incidents, one could be explained by the communion I had with my daughters - I was having heart pain every morning at the same time he had died (infarct) and my doctor found nothing, but the pain persisted, so the 'kids' decided to do REIKI on me. We went into one of the girl's bedrooms, the bed was shifted into the middle, I laid down on it, they sat around me and they began the REIKI session, which simply is a kind of laying-on of hands, except the hands don't touch, they are just above the subject and theirs don't touch either. My experience was instant, but they told me afterwards it took about half an hour - anyway I was asleep instantly, I then saw my husband's face, but it was changed into a man with a white beard, but it was him - I then saw him reach into my chest and make a twisting motion as if turning off a tab - I awoke instantly (but apparently half an hour later) and looked into the astonished faces of my girls; they all had felt something powerful at the same time I saw the turning motion in my chest - I actually was an onlooker, so it was an 'out of body experience' if you like. - I still can't explain it, as I am a rational being, possibly some kind of mass hypnosis, but they had felt something 'very powerful' but no vision and the morning pains stopped.
    Then 3 months after his death, when I was really down, but going to work every day (which was a blessing!) I had to come home one day in my lunch hour, because I had forgotten a book I needed for a project at work. It was a nice and bright day - the house (which he mostly built) felt happy and welcoming and I rushed to find the book and on the way I heard my name spoken 'by the house' - I can't describe it, it wasn't human, but I was definitely called by my name. I was astonished, but it also made me happy, thinking HE was still there in some energetic form and could influence the rafters to creak in imitation of a human voice.
    That I found the most amazing - because it was totally unexpected and I wasn't thinking of him or was having any deep thoughts whatsoever as I was in a rush to get back to work.
    Here I must say, that a few months before his death I had a number of premonitions that something serious was about to happen but never made the connection, but at one stage we talked about death in a half-joking way and I made him a promise I would let him know, if there is something on the other side and he just laughed and thought it was a big joke, but I made him promise me to do the same.

    Make of it what you will, possibly the human psyche in deep trouble trying to come to terms with loss.
    BTW: I am fine now and haven't had any of those experiences for years now and I am glad of it.

    I also found that great loss and pain makes you creative - I was writing poetry, even composed some really nice musical snippets - lost now - with an ease that I don't have now; I had a deeper feeling for anything to do with art, music, writing, plays; I was also obsessed with death for a long time and it took one of those 'aha' moments, as I was walking in West Perth in my lunch hour, looking at the people there and suddenly thinking: very few of the people walking around, buying their lunch or rushing back to their offices will be alive in another 50 years or so - not exactly High IQ stuff, but this sudden insight into the reality of our little and short lives on earth kind of consoled me.
    Probably not the sort of stuff I should be telling total strangers on a share forum, but in a way I find you all friendly and familiar and we are all mortal, .................... even Trump (that's just for laughs)
    Taurisk
 
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