Linda K's Experience
Floating at the foot of the operating table. Watching and waiting. No sound, emotion, thoughts or sense of time. Vision is clear, but not in the traditional sense. There is strong connection to the surgeon. He is a good man.
medications or substances with the potential to affect the experience?
Was the kind of experience difficult to express in words? No
At the time of this experience, was there an associated life threatening event? Not immediate.
What was your level of consciousness and alertness during the experience? None.
Was the experience dream like in any way? No.
Did you experience a separation of your consciousness from your body? Yes None.
What emotions did you feel during the experience? None.
Did you hear any unusual sounds or noises? No.
LOCATION DESCRIPTION: Did you recognize any familiar locations or any locations from familiar religious teachings or encounter any locations inhabited by incredible or amazing creatures? No
Did you see a light? No
Did you meet or see any other beings? No
Did you experiment while out of the body or in another, altered state?
Other than what was happening in the OR, no.
Did you observe or
hear anything regarding people or events during your experience that could be
for the circumstances.
Did you notice how your 5 senses were working, and if so, how were they different? Yes No hearing, touch, smell or taste. Vision clear, but not eyesight.
Did you have any sense of altered space or time? No Time had no meaning.
Did you have a sense of knowing, special knowledge, universal order and/or purpose? No
Did you reach a boundary or limiting physical structure? No
Did you become aware of future events? No
Were you involved in or aware of a decision regarding your return to the body? No
Did you have any psychic, paranormal or other special gifts following the experience that you did not have prior to the experience? Yes 1992 - Viet Nam Memorial. As I walked along the pathway in front of the wall, I did not look directly at the names. For some reason, it seemed inappropriate as my family had not lost anyone in this war. Looking down the path, I stopped and placed my right hand on the marble and whispered "thank you". Now, having expressed my respect and gratitude for the sacrifice, I could look at the names. The last name upon which my fingers were resting matched my own last name.
This had to be a coincidence, right? I touched the wall in only one place. Surely, there had to be many soldiers with my last name on that wall. So, upon returning to my hotel, I checked the on-line Viet Nam memorial registry.There was only one soldier with my last name. I don't know what it all means. I like to think that The Wall reached out and etched itself upon my spirit.