(This is a continuation of posts about my experience with Guillain Barre Syndrome that began with the post called Heartbeats.)
Some people may chalk up these next experiences to the same affects of my situations I described in my previous post about Guillain Barre Syndrome. You decide what it all means for you.
There’s no question that the rotation of the bed and the lack of all senses except hearing gave me a sense of floating. This time felt different. I was suddenly in a rural area somewhere in the south; I could tell from the accents of the people who gathered around. I was floating above a tragic scene; a school bus carrying students back from a special event had gone off an embankment. The parents were gathered in small groups talking and praying. A fire truck was blocking the road. The accident was somewhere down the road. While I was able to float among the groups of parents, I was not able to move to the actual accident. As I moved about the groups of parents, some began to sense my presence. They said an angel had been sent to be with them. I tried to move away knowing I was not an angel, not wanting to give them false hope and feeling I had intruded on something very personal. They started to beg me to pray with them. I finally relented and began to pray for the children. They must have sensed it because they began to pray also. When I stopped, they stopped. I stayed there for a little longer. I couldn’t tell how long. A rescue worker appeared out of the darkness. All of the children had been rescued safely and were on the way to the hospital to be checked out. That’s all I remember. I was now aware that I was in my hospital bed as the nurse was suctioning my lungs.
I’ve had a phobia about drowning since I was a child. When I was four, we had a four feet above ground pool in our yard. One day I decided I was going to teach myself to swim. I failed and began to drown. Fortunately my sister came out into the yard, saw me flailing in the pool and pulled me out. My parents wrapped me in a towel and left me alone on a lawn chair in the yard. That was a mistake. I foolishly headed back to the pool and gave swimming another shot. I was lucky again that my sister came out to check on me and saved me from drowning again. From that time on I have been afraid of going in the water. Needlessly to say, That wasn’t the only foolish thing I did as a child.
I’ve told you this story because I think it brings some context to this experience. Several times I had this experience. All but one time it ended the same way. I found myself in a pool or well of water without any bottom to be seen. I was struggling to make my way to the top. There were people around the edges of the pool screaming, “you can do it” over and over again. The more they screamed, the harder I struggled. The harder I struggled, the more I sank. Then I would hear a soft voice like a whisper in my ear, “stop struggling and trust me”. After hearing this voice several times I would stop and float toward the top. The experience would end before I made it to the top until the last time I had that experience. This time I made it to the top, and my eyes opened. The bandages had been removed from my eyes several days before, and I could see my hospital room.
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