Back in August 2004, I looked out on a scene not too dissimilar to that above, with the grey smoke swirling around slowly. Whether it was the morphine or just the whole experience of not being physically conscious, I will never know, but I was euphoric and, try as I might, I could not register a negative thought. Even the fact that I was no longer feeling or even perceiving my own physical body didn’t seem to phase me. The gap between ordinary consciousness and this ‘out of body’, non-physical state of consciousness was around six hours. When I did become fully physically conscious again, I was told that this experience had been a Near Death Experience, which was great as I got a sneak preview and it was a good place to go.
As you can imagine, my Near Death Experience (or NDE) was life-changing! My subsequent search for the answer to “what was life?” led to two things: the inspiration to design and develop an offroad articulated vehicle that could be used as a fully mobile clinic and, secondly, the search for my own personal experience of spirituality and understanding of my own spiritual development.
Both, I am please to report, are coming along swimmingly. A very strange thing is life – it has so many possibilities to offer within the confines of our own individual experiences.
All the information we gather through life comes to nothing if we can’t personally experience this information and turn it into knowledge, or a personal truth, if you like. I was handed that on a plate in the form of the Near Death Experience based around a motorcycle accident. Whilst it appeared to be not the most spectacular of accidents when caught on camera, there was a hell of a lot damage going off inside.
Here is an alarming coincidence for you, or if you don’t believe in coincidence here is an uncanny arrangement of connected facts to make you think.
It is seven years and seven days since I was presented to “The Great Man in the Sky”, in my forty second year of residence here on earth.
One of my favourite telly ads of the 80’s gave me a phrase I irritatingly still use to this day…”Hold on there Bald Eagle” you wouldn’t fire a man before he had eaten his Texan Bar would ya?
Well, in my state of being neither dead not alive, in my Near Death limbo, I clearly heard the words “Hold on there Bald Eagle!” which I took to mean that I wasn’t finished yet.
“Huh?” I said, “What do you mean not finished?” I said to no particular person, as there appeared to be no one there.
“I’m dead aren’t I?” I said now speaking to myself. Of course, there was no reply.
“So I guess I’ll work that one out for myself, should I? … Hello?…. Yes I’ll do that then” I said somewhat nervously.
Now it is my forty ninth (seven times seven) year of residence and I have been equipped with all the knowledge, contacts and means that I need to show you, the world why I am still here.
I am here because it takes time to chew a Texan Bar and put in place a missing, practical link which will help to tie human communities back together again, with nothing more complicated than the “will” to do just that.
Some may say that is a pretentious view point, say “What the hell makes you so special?”. The quick answer to that is there is nothing special about me, we all have the power to do this, but for the majority of us it is masked behind the day to day grind. It just so happens it took a near death experience for me to work out what the unique and small difference was that would be enabled by my particular set of skills and experience.