Many Incidences of “Intervention”

AngelicView: This story is something I can relate to very much. It tells a tale of other-dimensional intervention that helps to ensure that our life plan works out just right. I have seen this in my own life so many times, that it doesn’t surprise me. This woman writes about it very well.

What is it like to have a near death experience? Aged 36, my youngest son and I would find out it was both wonderful and terrible.  I will always call William my miracle baby as so many strange events combined to bring us back from the brink.

But four years before this, at the start of this journey, I was dreaming a strange dream.

I found myself coming down on the top of a tiny planet – the sky was edged with pink and blue green and behind that lay the darkness of space.  A luminous spirit being I recognized as Sai Baba was waiting there for me.  As I floated down and landed, I wanted to run towards him, but he instead pointed me silently towards two figures some four meters away.   There I saw two little boys, one a half head taller than the other, standing very close.  I knew immediately that I was being shown two future children.  I instinctively cried out,

“No please, no more children!”

My circumstances could not have been worse, on my own with seven children, five under four years of age!  My heart, damaged from the carrying of twins, had become progressively worse with the two subsequent pregnancies.  Physically, I was a shadow of my former self – troubled also by back and joint damage. But apparently unmoved by my pleas, the spirit being pointed to the boys again, and so I walked right up to them to try to discover if I could see what they looked like.

I looked into their eyes, and saw only the stars behind us streaming through their eyes.  Sai Baba walked slowly away and I watched him until he became too small to see over the horizon.  I woke up, disturbed and intrigued by this experience.

Now, four years on, here I was, married, 35 weeks pregnant with my ninth child, and yes I had already had the first boy from the dream, Max.  My husband had announced he wanted a girl both times I had fallen pregnant, but I had warned him not to get too hopeful, as I believed that we would be seeing the two little boys from that vivid dream.

A number of remarkable events occurred just prior to the birth of this ninth child, William.  Heart trouble had become a pressing problem and compression in my spine had led to the loss of some of the muscle in one leg making walking difficult.  I had woken that day feeling stressed and full of a deep sense of foreboding.  In the morning, I clearly heard a voice telling me, “You must get to hospital!” Where did this voice come from?  Was it my own intuition or was someone helping me?  I did not know, but it sounded so insistent, I felt I must act on it.

The baby was not due for some five weeks so how to get admitted to hospital some one hour’s drive away?  I had no pressing reason to go.  Filled with a sense of urgency and after some thought,  I decided to ask for help for the pain and difficulty being experienced with walking and insisted on being admitted by a reluctant Doctor for tests.  Later, when the doctors asked me what symptoms I was experiencing I answered “Just write down ‘clapped Out Ewe’, that sums it up I think”.  They laughed at this and ordered tests for later that day.  Within an hour of admission I experienced a hemorrhage.  

“So that was why I had to come in”, I thought, as I sat eating lunch later that day, feeling more relaxed as there were no signs of other problems or early labor.  “Problem over”.  After all, I was not due to deliver the baby for five weeks, so there was plenty of time now.

But as I looked through the large plate glass windows at the sky outside, thousands of tiny stars started to rush towards me at breakneck speed. It felt exactly as if I was suddenly sitting in the cockpit of the Star Trek Enterprise hurtling through space!   

“Just a really bad dizzy spell” I reasoned and limped over to my bed to lie down.    By now I was struggling for breath, not unusual as this happened with most exertion now – but my peripheral vision seemed to be shutting down.  What was this?  Dark clouds were gathering across my eyes. As I lay on the bed trying to breathe, another patient approached the bed and asked for a pen,

“Are you sure you haven’t got one?” she continued to ask, as I shook my head and gasped,

“No, no – not right now!”

She wandered off unconcerned.   Soon I feared I would lose consciousness.   Desperately, I pressed the buzzer for a nurse to come – no answer – the bell was dead.  Eventually, with a supreme effort and now very little sight left, I whispered to the patient in the next bed to “Please call a nurse”.  

One arrived in a leisurely fashion and asked, “What seems to be the trouble?” 

I managed to gasp “Can’t breathe, can’t see!” She looked like a grey blob surrounded by moving clouds.

She remarked disinterestedly, “I had that last weekend, you’ve probably got a middle ear infection!” I was stunned by this casual diagnosis.

The situation was starting to look more and more comical – so many inexplicable delays – I would have laughed out loud, if I had been capable. Here I was, I thought, fighting to stay conscious and keep breathing and apparently it was all just so uninteresting.  I tried to gasp to the nurse that my ears were fine. She then, almost absentmindedly, reached out and took my pulse. Now full of drama, she pressed my hand and cried,  “Don’t go anywhere, Wait Here!” and rushed into the corridor looking for help, as apparently the pulse was over 200 and too fast to record.  Ironic, really that she should ask me to wait. I was like a beached whale and drowning in the air, and yes, not going anywhere.

At the precise moment that the nurse ran into the corridor, a Heart Specialist, apparently not normally ever walking those corridors, appeared in front of her and she literally crashed into him!    He came into the ward and immediately recognized the symptoms of heart failure and assembled all the necessary equipment to do a rescue mission.  (I was told later how lucky I was. It seemed that the only other available staff on the Ward that day was an inexperienced intern who would not have so quickly worked out what was happening.  I was told that a fatal delay may have occurred, had this Heart Specialist not been walking down the corridor at that precise moment).  Quickly, I felt a cold gel sensor pack slapped on my back and people stabbing my toes asking me if I could feel them, but I was so cold and numb and I couldn’t feel much anymore. I started drifting off and could only vaguely hear them now.   I found myself floating down a long tunnel.  I looked all around and was aware of a soft and mesmerizing light at the end.  I wanted to rush towards it but found it hard to move forward and could do so only by forcing myself forward half swimming, half walking. Then, I heard a distant faint voice cry out “Sinus rhythm collapsing, we are losing her” but I felt completely disinterested in this. I did not know who they were talking about and was annoyed at the interruption.  Now I only had eyes for the wonderful glowing light at the end of the tunnel which seemed to hold promise of great warmth and love unending.  I felt so joyful and excited and all awareness of my body on the bed left me as I tried for some time to reach the light.  I knew absolutely that wonderful things were awaiting, if I could only get to the end of the tunnel. The light now loomed larger and I could see faint outlines of figures waiting there, beckoning me forwards. I wondered, “Who is waiting there, is it angels or loved ones?” I tried harder and harder to reach the end of the tunnel.   Then, a very faint voice interrupted my travels with a tiny urgent “Baby on Board” and a pleading “Breathe! You must breathe”. (A nurse was apparently shouting loudly into my ear). This caught my attention. I stopped in the middle of the tunnel and wondered, “Who has a baby on board, who should be breathing?” And then thought “Perhaps it is me, perhaps I am pregnant, if I am, then I must go back” and I turned reluctantly around. It was so hard to leave that wonderful promise of all-encompassing Love and warmth waiting in the Light and those light filled beings waiting there.

The return down the tunnel was brutally sudden. I came back to consciousness to experience total chaos, doctors were shouting and my whole body was in pain.  I felt icy cold, but I could see I was indeed pregnant.  My memories flooded back and I knew I had many children and others who needed me to hold on. I fought to come back and although the heart rhythm was still unstable, immediately went into labor.  Serious faced heart specialists told me “You can’t have the baby yet, we will deliver in two weeks when your heart has settled down”.  I did not argue, I could see their point, but I knew from my previous eight deliveries that this labor was not a trial run. So exhausted, I steeled myself for a long night.  Whether it was the right time or not, this baby was on its way.

I was informed later that day, that I had flat lined for some time and that had this episode happened at our house, some one hour’s drive from the nearest hospital, both William and I would have died.  I reflected on that urgent message in the morning, no wonder I had to get to hospital that day. How strange the many delays that had led to the nurse colliding with the heart specialist! I realized that I had been somehow protected all the way through this crisis. I also felt enormous gratitude for the nurse who had shouted in my ear, because I realized that I had only turned back because of her prompting.

At dawn the following morning with labor well advanced, a grim faced team of Heart specialists and surgeons gathered to deliver the baby.  I was hooked to a bank of heart monitors, and had needles in my feet, arms and hands. The recalcitrant heart was still racing and wobbling around. Their ominous expressions told me that they didn’t give much for our chances under anesthetic.    

“Would you like to leave any messages?” I was asked.

“None”, I replied. My husband and children knew I loved them, I told them that every day. Since seeing the two little boys standing together on that planet four years earlier in the dream, I felt sure that William at least, would survive to be with his brother.  As the anesthetic took hold, I felt totally at peace, after all I had come close to the Light and it was so wonderful, I had no fear of death left. William was delivered with only minor difficulties apparently unharmed by his pre-natal adventure in the Star Trek ship!

~ I think that I realized that it did not matter how gravely ill or even mortally ill the body was – if your time was not up to pass on to the next stage of the journey – then “miraculously” you will come back and receive lots of help to do so.

~ I believe that I will be here on earth as long as I am needed to be for whatever purpose and that despite the condition of my body – so I have not worried much about my health after this experience.  For instance, I was urged to take strong medication to control my heartbeat – was warned that I would need a pacemaker etc. – This I chose to ignore and let my body heal naturally over 6 years until my heart rate returned to almost normal – I figured I will be here for as long as …….regardless – therefore why take drugs that make you feel like a zombie and interfere with the flow of your spiritual life – so I didn’t and took a calculated risk – quality of life and I am not in charge of the exit date any way so don’t worry about it – just live healthy and be happy.

~From written accounts and one account given to me from a life long friend who had died for 20 minutes from an asthma attack and then returned to life.  His experience was fascinating as he left his body on death and watched them trying to revive him – he was mentally telling them “Don’t worry I am dead” He was then taken to a small rocky Planet where Sai Baba (whom he knew only from a picture) talked long with him and he was given the opportunity to review his life and then he asked for more time, as his leaving would have meant his wife and four children would be left severely financially affected.  His “case” was heard and considered and he was told he had three more years.  He woke up with a sheet over his head and sat up with a huge shuddering breath – the male technician present in the room nearly had a fainting fit he was so frightened. My friend worked like a man possessed for three years on his farm until it was paid off – then one afternoon – said to his wife he was feeling unwell and asked where the book on Medicine was – she said in the bedroom – a few seconds later she followed him and he was dead of a massive coronary on the bed. I had always felt there was a lot of compassion in that story and that there was a certain leeway in the Exit date which could be negotiated apparently.

~There have been many incidences of “intervention” in my life – the very clear voice telling me to do something, forceful tapping on my back – pushing me forward when reluctant to act on something – I always believe these promptings without question = they are always 100% timely and important for a new and positive change to happen even when I do not recognize this at the time.

~There is world of beauty and love and connectedness linking all beings in all places in the Universe – we are all one – it is all about your intentions and choices – do you represent love and compassion or selfishness and littleness?

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