I was tired and in pain. My mom had her hand on my back and her voice echoed though out my head. Push . I focused all my energy from the universe, to the top of my head, to my pelvis. Breathe. Bright white lights. I close my eyes. Push. I open them. My husband. My mom. My god-mom. Breathe. I close my eyes again. Push. I open them. Doctors and nurses are tall lean grey figures, their boarders blurred by light. “My Love focus”. Yellow warmth surrounds me. Calm. Strong. Energy. “Sit up, just a few more pushes”. I close my eyes. Push. I open them. My husband “Boo you’re doing great”. I lay back and sob. Sorrow. Pain. Exhaustion. “Baby please keep trying.” Breathe. I close my eyes and relax. Yellow warmth. Strength, Energy, Power. Push.
A small cry fills the room and everyone is for a moment quiet and still. Then a sudden flood of noise monitors beeping, machines roaring and shifting, tools drop to the floor. Time sped up as the hysteria from the staff rose.
“What’s wrong?” my vision starts to blur “Bubby don’t let that baby out of your sight”. I was to weak my hands tried to chase after the nurses that rushed out the door but them became lost in a white abyss.
I sit in the grass. A bright golden glow embraces me. “Congratulations Mummy, you did it. Relax. Heal. You’re safe. He’s safe. You’re all safe.” He rests his head on my shoulder, kisses our cheeks together. “In time you’ll know.” My head felt rushed and swimmy. The sky above started to twirl.
“Can you get up?” A hand slid under my back to prop me up, another lie on my shoulder. “I know you are tired but you need to walk. Got to make sure it’s all out.” I come to and realize time has lapsed nearly an hour. And the nurse proceeded into telling me how I need a cat scan. They believed I ruptured a few blood vessels pushing. After I had passed out my nose began to bleed and the doctors feared I could be bleeding or clotting somewhere else.
I was the last one to hold my baby. It had been several hours passed and I didn’t even know what he looked like. I was nervous It first. Even guilty feeling. After all our first time ‘meeting’ it tried to squash him and chucked it aside. I held out my hands and my mom placed him in my arms. I watched as she continued to look down on him and wipe a tear from her eyes. My hands glide around this baby burrito and slowly folds into my arms… This wave of energy just booms through me. Stronger than any reciprocation from any explosion I have ever witnessed. I looked to his little face. These chubby cheeks and rounded face, this blocky little nose and tinny tiny ears. I feel a resignating vibration that is almost like a hum. And it fills me. I become so overwhelmed with joy, love, calm, happiness, content. I just love holding this little being it just warms my heart and fills me up.
After a while I set him in between my legs and unwrap him. I reach down to grab him but he catches me first. Both his tiny little hands wrap around my ring fingers. He pulls my hands in close and yawns.
I read up on as much as I can. I am curious to find out more. If anyone has had a similar experience. If there is any proof in genetic abnormalities of specific human families. How many different types of known alien species are there. What are abduction classifications…. I try not to be skeptical. But like I said. I question everything. Logically I know I wasn’t there during child birth. I have too many people that says I was here. But could I possibly be here and there? How about a lucid awareness or an appearance? How do I even know this world isn’t a dream world and that is the real one? Is there any way to control my madness? To explain my thoughts?
Rationally I’ve concluded to several theories and have willingly objected to basic definitions for several principals. 1) Dimensional abduction of energy. My body is here my energy is there. That creates the possibility of two places at once. 2) Time is irrelevant. It is extremely inconsistent and should be used as a general reference to passed allotted amounts not current or future ‘time lines’. 3) The Illusion of Knowledge. We really do not know as much as we think we do, however we have the power to know much much more if only we unlocked the key. 4)The h
Thank you again for sharing!
Kim I totally understand how you felt. I am constantly afraid that if I share my stories someone would come and take my son from me rip me from my family. My husband listens to me but doesn’t really believe me… I feel forced to stay stagnant. I’m opening up on here though. That is a great story I work with aviation and telecommunications so I love those stories. I also love classical literature, mythology and taboo historical articals.
thank you so much for sharing.
You are so correct, I think. ‘Here’ certainly doesn’t represent anything when you are ‘there.’ (my feeble attempt at a joke.) Yes, I do feel as though I’ve jumped time periods but within the same moment in time.
I have a good friend and former client. Dan is retired now but he was in the air force. They were testing a new plane with a seasoned, veteran pilot. The pilot had some battle scars. His signature was a large, pronounced scar running down the right side of his face. The pilot had his flight plan. It was a short one. He was to fly from their base in California to Arizona, circle and return to the base in California. They hoped that this test flight would take no longer than around 10 minutes. The pilot made the flight and set a new time record. When he returned and exited the plane, the cheers from other military staff were replaced with dead silence. And the pilot was whisked away immediately. Dan said that the reason they whisked him away was because there was no longer any hint of a scar on his face.
I love this story. Dan said everyone was forbidden to discuss this. And apparently Dan was sequestered for a long, long time.
I have other experiences with time, too. I was guided to write down my stories back in 2007. I did. It took me a couple years. In 2009, I was guided to tell them in the order that I experienced them and in my own voice. And I did. It became a labor of love. I have around 60 stories. http://www.veronicaswhisper.com This is my website where they are all listed in order and can be viewed on my website or on YouTube. I have a lot more stories to add. Initially, I played it safe because I was concerned that I might alienate family and friends. They are strange on their own. But since my husband has passed, I feel an urgency to tell the rest of them.
Blessings,
Kim
Thank you for sharing your experiences Kim. I do believe very much so that ‘here’ is just a vague representation of a term. Holds different meaning to everyone based on where they stand. Curious as to your experiences. Number four on my list that didn’t show (technical failure. My computers on the fritz) was the theory of linear time streams. Do you feel as if you have jumped time periods while being two places at once?
Dear JustintheStars,
What a beautiful experience you had. And the way that you expressed your experience was captivating. Up until a few months ago, I probably wouldn’t be able to comment on your questions, but today I am able. By no means am I telling you anything, I will just share my experience to illustrate that I think it is possible to be “here” and “there” at the same time. There’s lots written about this, but I experienced this just a few months ago.
In May 2014, I was having some sort of “attack.” I think it was probably gall bladder. But I thought I was having a heart attack so my husband called EMS and I was transported to the hospital, and closely monitored along the way of the 40 minute drive. The first thing that happened is that I got freezing cold. I was so cold that my entire body was jumping up off the gurney in the back of the EMS truck. No amount of blankets could warm me. Suddenly, I am in a wagon, drawn by two horses. I am in my 20’s and with two other girls. Someone is driving the wagon and we girls are in the back, atop loose and fresh straw, laughing and visiting as we tumble along. “WHAT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?” I hear a man ask slowly and deliberately. The wagon slows and the giggling girls are fading somewhat. “WHAT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?” I wanted to oblige this question, but I couldn’t remember my birthday. And now I was again bouncing along in the wagon, glad to be in a soft mound of straw and laughing with friends. “DO YOU KNOW YOUR BIRTHDAY? A loud man’s voice interrupted the fun. I struggled to remember my birthday. Suddenly, I felt drugged and not in control of myself. My brain was confused. Where did my friends go? Who is this man and where am I. This is impossible. “October”………….and I trail off. And now there’s laughter again and ‘the other stuff’ is already a memory.
November, 2014 – My husband is dying. We have finally ordered a hospital bed for him to make it easier on all of us. It killed me not being able to sleep with my husband anymore so I would often climb up into his hospital bed and just lay with him. It was crowded but I was with him. I was often so exhausted that as soon as I lay my head down, I was asleep. One afternoon I wanted to be closer to him, to hold him. to feel him so I climbed up into the bed and just snuggled. Suddenly I am in this strange plastic-looking dress and my hair is not silver anymore. It’s chestnut brown as it was when I was young. The dress is short and the shoes I am wearing look like they could be made of candy. Suddenly I am in another outfit. It’s a two-piece skirt and top. And the outfit looks like it was made from a mold and it, too, looks plastic – very, very thin plastic. “Where am I?” I am very, very young. “Where is Dave?” I look around. The next thing I know is that I am now in yet another outfit. It a bold black and white outfit. Why are all these clothes looking so futuristic. Am I in the future? “Where’s Dave?” I settle into being in this new place, being young, and wearing plastic clothes. It could have gone on indefinitely. But something is moving next to me now, something I can’t see and can only feel. What is that moving beside me, against me. Oh, it’s beginning to come into focus. Why am I in bed? Then with a jolt, I am fully back now beside my sweet husband. But I was so confused. I really was confused because a moment before I was in some other time altogether.
****Note: These two experiences did not feel like dreams. They did not look like dreams or act like dreams. I was utterly confused to be in two places at the same time. In each experience, the multiple realities were leaking into each other so that there was an awareness of being in two places at once. It was trippy, to say the least.
Just my two cents. Be well. Blessings, Kim