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I have always had memories of being somewhere before birth. I could describe it to a T. I was born at home, breech birth with only my aunt tending to my mother. I came out feet first. I was blue and not breathing. I was wrapped in a towel and placed where my mother could not see me. The midwife came and checked me. She worked on me for a while then I began to cry. They were all shocked.
I was riding my bicycle home after a long day at work and looking forward to the next two days off. I got off my bike and was preparing to cross the road. There was a break in the traffic, or so I thought. I got on my bike and started across. The next thing I know, I'm in this huge field of flowers with a bright, blue sky. I can't describe the colors. (Our language doesn't have the words to describe them properly.) I'm thinking: How did I get here from being on my bike? Then, I started walking toward a light I could see in the distance.
I was the driver of a car with my sister as the passenger. We had a dreadful accident and rolled the car numerous times. My sister was seriously injured and I came away relatively unscathed, apart from shock and a terrible sense of guilt and concern for my sister. (She is fine now.) I had an experience during the days following the accident. I don't remember what I was doing at the time. I remember it came to me as clear as yesterday and has remained with me for life. The experience was just a split second of clarity, less than a blink of an eye. Yet, in that millisecond the experience contained a message as old as the universe.
I was in ICU after a bad car accident with internal injuries and bleeding. This was a Thursday evening. I had part of my liver removed, a collapsed lung, and broken bones. I was sleeping. I believe I had been on very strong pain killers. Later, I learned my vital signs were very weak and the nurses thought I would die. I was not cognizant. At some point I found myself leaving my body.
I was 17 years old and had been suffering from daily headaches on top of around five major, debilitating migraines that month. This is why I simply stopped caring about life with zero desire to live, and did not hesitate to take a combination of anti-depressants and anti-anxiety pills mixed with vodka. I was not literally trying to commit suicide, but I think subconsciously I was quite open to the idea of it, in the event of a physical shut down. I felt more than willing to go with it. I was exhausted physically and had experienced one or two migraines per month and headaches daily for almost a year. I was basically feeling that at such a young age, my life was over and this type of suffering was unbearable and intolerable with no hope whatsoever. My best friend, who lived with my mother and I, was at my bedside the entire time. She witnessed (told me later) that I stopped breathing and my mother had called an ambulance that took me to the hospital to have my stomach pumped.
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