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Discussion in 'Dreams & Interpretations' started by Yvonne Smith, Jan 22, 2015.
I have had an experience but afraid it will take too long to post it here. Maybe I could post somewhere else. I don't know...
It doesn't really matter how long it takes for you to post it Bill...tell us about your experience...we are interested in hearing about it.
May I briefly recite an experience and you can tell me what it was or what you think? This occurred some twenty-five years ago.
A customer and friend, Virgil, in Carlsbad, New Mexico had a heart attack, a bad one his heart doctor said and they flew him to Lubbock, TX to the Methodist Hospital, a large regional hospital between Dallas and Phoenix. I lived in Lubbock. His wife called me and said the doctors said he had only a ten percent chance of survival if they operated, too much of his heart had been damaged. She asked how much chance did he has if they didn't operate. The doctor replied, "None, he'll never leave the hospital alive." She told the doctors they had good insurance and I want the ten percent chance of survival for him. They operated on Virgil the next day but the doctor said to call in her family.
In the we hours of the next morning as Virgil lay unconscious after surgery I awoke at three a.m. disturbed at the dream I had had. I was shivering from the outside cold October night air. I dreamed I had been on the top of Methodist Hospital, talking to Virgil and he was telling me they were going to kill him. He said they are going to plan my funeral. He said I can make it if I can get to one more breath. You have to do something!
I said to Virgil, You've got the best medical doctors available here. Why me? There's nothing I can do. He said, ’You've got to or they will kill me.
One other thing. When Virgil and I talked, it was as though he didn't say anything, I read his thoughts and he read mine. He said, "You are the only SOB I know who might help me." It didn't fill like a dream, I actually thought it was real, strange as that might sound.
I was getting dressed when my wife woke up. I told her about the dream, told her how I felt, and that I was going up to the hospital. She said, I'll get dressed and go with you. I said, Ann, for Pete’?s sake don't say anything to anybody about this. This is the kind of stuff where people might question your sanity.
We went up to Intensive Care and met some of Virgil's kids and other family members and friends from Carlsbad. I went to the nurses station and said I wanted to go in to see Virgil. She said visiting hours are later and you can't go in until visiting hours. I said the word is Virgil can't make. He may not live until visiting hours, I want to see him and meditate a few minutes. She asked if I was family? I replied , Did you ever see two peas in a pod look more alike than Virgil and me? Look at our noses. The good nurse, said, go on in.
I walked unto the intensive care, nodded to his nurse and said, 'what's the work on the street regarding Virgil? She said the best word is, he can't live. I told her I was going to stand over by Virgil and meditate a few minutes. I didn't get up close, I hung back about eight or ten feet. I quietly said, Buddy I hope you can make it.I don't understand the last few hours but I'm going to stand here and think on it and I silently prayed for Virgil.
Suddenly, a small alarm sounded and four people came running into the room and starting hooking Virgil up to one of those machines where they shock you. They started pulling a curtain around him for privacy. The ICU nurse said, Sir, you can stand right over there in the corner. I was in there with the doctors and nurses as they shocked Virgil and watched him come off the bed a foot or so . Shocked him thee times when a nurse said, we've got a pulse. They worked with him until he was as stable as they could get him. They pulled the curtain back and everybody left except me.
I asked the ICU nurse how often they were shocking Virgil. She looked at her chart and said, about very seven minutes. I asked how many times this had happened and said their is the fifth time. I was about to go back to the waiting room when the Heart Surgeon walked in. He pick up the chart. He said to the nurse, “This shocking is hurting me and it’ killing him, don’t shock him any more. I’m pulling the plug and he wrote the instructions on the chart. I was standing behind the doctor when he said to the nurse, “Ok, that’s it, I’m pulling the plug, where’s his wife. I need to talk to her. He turned around and I said to him, Doctor are you giving this man a fighting chance? I think he can make it. The doctor looked at me as though I had slapped him. He said to me, I operated on this man, I held his heart in my hands and cut over half of it off and threw it away. He doesn’t have enough heart left to sustain life. Where’s his wife? I said I’ll take your to her. My wife and Virgil’s wife were talking in the hallway when I walked up with the doctor. He started talking to Virgil’s wife. I left and went back into ICU
I told the nurse the surgeon was not Virgil’s doctor. Dr Herd the Cardiologist is Virgil’s doctor. Can you get in touch with him. Dr Herd should know about this. She said I’ll page him and if he’s in the hospital he’ll respond. I replied, please get in touch with him wherever he is and let him know what’s happening. I left the ICU and went down to the cafeteria and got a cup of coffee.I sat there with my coffee and said quietly, Virgil that’s all I can do, buddy.
Days past and we carried Virgil’s wife out to eat and to the mall for her to get a change of clothes or two. When I was at the hospital Virgil’s kids and his wife asked me to go into ICU with them when they went in to see Virgil. They would go up to the bed and I would stand back and allow them some privacy even though Virgil remained unconscious.
I went back to work and two weeks went by. Virgil’s wife called and said Virgil was conscious but his vocal chords were damaged by poking tubes in and out of him and he could only talk in a whisper but he wanted to see me. Ann and I went up to hospital. He was now in a private room. When we walked in he said to me in a low voice, “Boy, I want to talk to you. Wasn’t that something? I asked, “What was something, Virgil, wondering what he might say.
“Up there on the roof of this hospital. That conversation we had. Wasn’t that something, the way we talked? I could read your thought and you mine You son of a gun you are the only one I could call on who might help me. You saved my life, and he said, “Come here, I want to hug you.
Virgil lived another fifteen years. We remain good friends.
@Bill Boggs , this story is INCREDIBLE ! !
You need to submit this one to Ken for his new section on articles and stories. It might not fit the 500 word regulation, so you would probably have to modify it a little, but the story is perfect for this.
Oh, I don't know if he'd want something like this. I did cut it down just to see if i could. It's not a fiction.
So, does that fit the definition for an OBE?
That is a good question, @Bill Boggs , and it seems to me that it would qualify as one, since you both remember the conversation on the hospital roof. I am no expert on this kind of thing; so we will have to let some of the people who understand this stuff better weigh in on what your experience was.
In any case, it was incredible, and you saved your friend's life !
That is a wonderful story @Bill Boggs and I'm so happy Virgil lived. I would consider it an OBE for both you and Virgil. It seems to also lean towards being a Spirtual connection too between the two of you.
@ Bill Boggs
It certainy fits the definition of an Astral experience.
I would say it was a telepathically induced O.B.E. without question.
The fact that everything is remembered so clearly reinforces that.
@Bill Boggs ...great story...you did good.
OBE...personally I do not know. But I do believe in the spiritual connection between the two of you. Kinda like...experiences that twin siblings often have.
I always thought it was some kind of astral experience. He and I used to talk about it in the coffeeshop. When some of his buddies were around odor would drop in, He would introduce me and say, this is my brother. He saved my life.. I would tell him not to be so dramatic, who knew what factors might be involved. He's say I don't care what was involved. I don't understand all the details. They were going to kill me and I asked you for help and you had the guts to do what was necessary. The fact is I didn't know what to do.
Hi again country star, when I was four years old my mom & dad split up and mom and me went to stay at my cousins in another part of the country. I had never been to their house before and was frightened and confused. That first night I left my body and looked around then floated down the stairs and out into the street, this way of travelling seemed so right and so easy and so very REAL . I went up the street and eventually came to a park then returned to my cousins. Let me say now 'this was real' not a dream, not drugs, not just being upset, I found out much later in life about 'astral voyaging' and this experience fits that in every way. So the next morning I got up with this experience still fresh and I went to the top of the stairs AND JUMPED ... needless to say I did not float gracefully down as I had a few hours earlier. The big crash as I fell and cried out awoke the whole house. Not wanting to say why I had jumped I made out I had tripped and fallen. Later that day I asked mom if we could go to the park up the road. She said I was being silly again but my cousins (two boys) assured her that there WAS a park up the road and I then described it and they confirmed it. All this was sixty four years ago and it is still all as clear as crystal. I have had a few other similar experiences later in life and even started to study and practice astral projection. That led me down a dark side street in life into all things 'occult' which my inner self told me to get away from, so I did. With all my heart and all honesty I can tell you Yvonne and you Bill that this was a genuine out-of-body experience and yours were too. I believe it is as natural to us as any other bodily function and part of a much richer tapestry of the psyche that we have all left behind. I believe in God but not the different labels we put on belief. I believe in 'The Holy Trinity' because that is what I was raised on. Anything that is not loving and caring including every religion in the world can go #### itself but your experiences were real Yvonne and Bill. (sorry to be so serious, not usually my thing)
That is an amazing experience that you had in that OBE dream, @Jeff Tracy , and thank you for sharing that with us ! I have been interested in this kind of thing; but I have also heard that it can lead a person into the occult, and dark things, and I do not want to go near there.
Obviously the experience that we (you, me, @Bill Boggs ) had with the OBE was not something that took us to the dark side; so there must be some way of separating the two kinds of astral projection. I think that it sounds like the prophets in the Bible who were taken someplace and shown things by an angel must have had some kind of a similar experience, and it was directed by God.
I have had dreams before that seemed like they were real and actually happened to me, but this was the first time that I experienced something where I thought I was outside of my body.
People who have had a NDE seem to report having the same kind of thing happen to them, where they saw their body lying in a hospital bed or on an operating table, and they were able to describe what happened during the operation after they re-awakened from the coma.
I think it happens when we are really unhappy or frightened or feel trapped.
I don't know, Jeff. Mine seemed to happen out of the blue when a friend had a heart attack but maybe so.
Obviously you shared empathy through your friendship and felt your friends grief which 'called you out'.
Here's a quick story for @Yvonne Smith if I can make it short. My mother and her sister lived across the street and a few doors down from each other. They both seem to dream a lot and one day a week they got together and talked and would tell each other of dreams they had experienced. As time went by they would one would say to the other I dreamed so and so died and within a few days, a week or so sure enough that person died. I have sit in with Mom and my aunt and heard some of these tales, have made fun of some of them. But over several months these death dreams seem to come true with regularity. A gal mom used to work with, a cousin of them both, a friend I grew up with, others .i didn't know but they did. It got so they worried about it and wondered should they tell or talk about it anymore. Mother called me one morning and said I'm scared, I dreamed Truman died and I can't tell Bertha that. She didn't tell her sister her oldest son had died in her dream. Truman was my cousin I grew up with and run around with him. Truman died three days later in a car wreck. After that, I know mom, some nights, would sit up all night so she wouldn't dream. Later her sister asked mom if she had dreamed about Truman. Mom said she had. They agreed they should discontinue their breakfasts. Mom said she quit dreaming about death some weeks later. I don't know about her sister. I was involved in conversations with my mom while some of this was going on. I would tell her 'don't you dare dream about me'. I thought the whole thing a little scary.
I think that we have more sensitivity to these things than we know, and only sometimes are we paying attention enough to see what we are being shown.
Many years ago, I had a little white Poodle that I dearly loved. The last thing before we went to bed, I would let him outside to go to the bathroom before he came in and went to sleep at the foot of the bed.
One night, as I was going to the door to let him out, I had this strange thing, almost like a voice talking to me in my head, and it was tellling me that if I let my dog out, I would never see him alive again.
It shook me up; but then I just ignored it; because I let this dog outside every night, and it was ways fine. Well........ I let him out, and he didn't come back.
I went out with the big flashlight, looked all over and called and called; but he was nowhere to be found. Eventually, I had to give up and go to bed; but early the next morning, I went out to look again.
I found him dead in the barn, and something had been in there that killed him, or killed him and dragged his body in there, I never knew. I am sure that I was being pre-warned, and I just didn't listen in time.
I think some clarification needs to be made hear.
Occult means that which is hidden not that which is demonic, magical and evil.
People are either evil or good, it's a choice one makes as an individual.
Astral projection is no more dark than lucid dreaming or meditation.
i have studied the occult, comparitive religion , etc ,since a young child, and have never been involved in anything dark.
Lucid dreaming and Astral Projection are often claimed to be related , but the relationship is greatly exaggerated.
In lucid dreaming the Astal Body or Body of Light is slightly out of sync with the physical which results in what could be termed a dislocation of consciousness enabling dreaming.
Dreams are a product of the subconscoius mind reviewing the experiences of the day, the past week events etc, and looking for possible solutions to problems which it prompts the conscious mind to " awaken " to.
The subconscious mind however is visual and communicates via symbols ( many of which have personal meaning to the individual ) ,so the messages are not always understood.
The main point is that the dreamer is in their very own, private mental space, but the Astral body is still in direct contact with the physical.
Astral projection occurs when the body itself is asleep . the Body of Light may then seperate from the physical body completely and enter the Astral Plane.
The Astral Plane has different levels or " layers " like an onion skin.
The highest plane accessable to children and the pure in heart is " Heaven ", then there is " Paradise " .
There are varying degrees of " Mental Planes " which are accessable via affinity.
Affinity is the key here because these planes are vibrational . Like attracts like.
These planes for the sake of convenience can be sub-divided into two main categories.
Higher Astral Plane and Lower Astral Plane.
One feeds the other.
Creation originates from a series of Divine Emanations - the Astral emanations establishing eventually the world of form or " concrete reality ".
Therefore, the Astral Plane needs a contact point with the physical - the lower astral Plane which is the exact same as the real world but more malleable, and does not conform to normal scientific laws.
This is the part of the Astral Plane that is accessable to everyone.
Hope this helps.
As far as I can see nobody is saying that there is anything dark or demonic about being interested in things that are occult. There is no longer anything 'hidden' as far as study and available literature goes. I believe there is a point where almost anything can develop into an unhealthy interest especially when it involves focusing inwardly rather than outwardly. As an artist you know that outward expression is a healthy result of an inner experience or observation but to be over focused on anything purely self orientated can be negative. I do not disagree with anything you have written but I had personally reached the point where any further study of something I knew to be real was both unnecessary and pointless. For me it would have been a form of spiritual masturbation rather than a joyous relationship with life and all its beauty. All shall be revealed eventually and knowledge is always partial so I choose life in the sunshine and the astral plane can wait.
I'm having one right now. I was Raptured yesterday but my body is still sitting on the couch posting away on SeniorsOnly Forum.
Sorry to hear about the rupture maybe this will help ;