autos and synchronicities

[Guest guest]

>> This seems to me such an interesting case because there is no way that one

event could have caused the other... no question of the operation of

causation, cause and effect... just pure synchronicity. <<

Thank you so much for sharing this experience with us, and for the

synchronicity of the relationship to the book. When I was reading

your account, I remembered one of three (yes 3) car accidents I have

been in (#1, drunk driver hit me head on; #2 red light runner hit me

on driver's side of car; #3 drunk driver ran the car in which I was a

passenger into a guard rail). I had been hit, out in the middle of a

rural area, but the cops heard the accident happen, which truly

amazed me. I was in shock (I know this now; of course, back then, I

was just really spaced out) and wandering around in the middle of the

highway calling for God. (I think God was with me because I could have

easily been run over at this point.) The cops came; I remember them

talking, assuming I was too out of it to understand, and saying

wasn't it too bad that this guy had finally got someone. A woman who

lived in a house back off the road came. I don't know who she is; I

never even learned her name. She came over and cradled me in her

arms. I asked her if I was going to die, and she said no. Perhaps she

was an angel because I know that no one is ever allowed to touch

anyone at an accident site. (I can't believe it! Just now as I am

writing this, I am thinking...and getting chills...maybe she really

was an angel.) Anyway, I just remember feeling surrounded by Love and

feeling/thinking that I would not mind if I died because I was being

held in the arms of Love.

As a result of this accident, I had to begin to deal with my dark

side, which I have talked a bit about before. At first I felt only

pity for this man who hit me because he was a drunk. But then, later,

when I would wake up every night in pain, I'd feel a cold rage come

over me, and I felt like if he were there, I could literally kill him

myself. Then when I went to court, and he didn't show up, and nothing

happened, despite his long record (because the jails in Maryland were

so crowded then, they were letting people out)...I got on with my

life. Several years later, though, I began to have unresolved

feelings about this surface, so I called the local court house to

find out what if anything had ever come of this "case." I was told

the man had been murdered, but then the person I spoke to said she

would get more information and get back to me. I went to pieces. This

was not what I wanted, despite my black rages. Then she called back

and said that what happened was that he was driving his car, and he

was drunk, and he ran into a semi trailer.

So many people told me how happy they were for me; he finally got what

he deserved, and I should feel really good about it, they said. I

could not even relate to this at all. I didn't feel good about it; I

felt horrible. The whole thing was tragic and sad, and I still deal

with the physical pain. Some people might think this to be an

interesting example of karma (carma...sorry, couldn't help it).

Whatever karma is involve, though, on my part and/or his, has been

much more subtle than what seemed so obvious to people at the time.

Okay...I admit it...reading your experience really connected me with

something important about this accident and the three "main

characters" involved. I am feeling that this was a really profound

happening, and I have become rendered speechless... the end...for

now. Shanti ~ Linda

[Guest guest]

Hi Linda,

> Thank you so much for sharing this experience with us, and for the

>synchronicity of the relationship to the book. When I was reading your

>account, I remembered one of three (yes 3) car accidents I have been in

>snip<

>A woman who lived in a house back off the road came. I don't know who she

>is; I never even learned her name. She came over and cradled me in her

>arms. I asked her if I was going to die, and she said no. Perhaps she was

>an angel because I know that no one is ever allowed to touch anyone at an

>accident site. (I can't believe it! Just now as I am writing this, I am

>thinking...and getting chills...

 

I often get a big chill as a kind of confirmation that something is true or

very important.... and I know other people who get the same thing.

>maybe she really was an angel.) Anyway, I just remember feeling

>surrounded by Love and feeling/thinking that I would not mind if I died

>because I was being held in the arms of Love.

>snip<

>Okay...I admit it...reading your experience really connected me with

>something important about this accident and the three "main characters"

>involved. I am feeling that this was a really profound happening, and I

>have become rendered speechless... the end...for now.

 

The Greek word "angel" actually means "messenger." Maybe she was your

own inner guide, your spiritual guru... Maybe she is still with you.

 

Love,

Dharma