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Hi Onnika .. nice to meet you :o)

 

My brush with physical death came when I had acute pelvic peritonitis,

critically ill for 4 days, in hospital for 5 weeks .. on the day I was

discharged the doctor sat on the end of my bed and shook his head at me,

saying " you shouldnt be here, Ive had patients who werent half as sick as

you were, and they died " .

 

I dont remember much about it all, apart from the pain. I awoke with

incredibly sore teeth, which I later worked out was from gritting my teeth

against the pain. I also have memory of " me " floating above my body, quite

near to the ceiling. " Me " found that body just too painful to be in, so it

stepped out for a while. Events like this do tend to make you think about

who " me " is and why you didnt die.

 

So many questions, and there are no answers, it just happened :o)

 

> There is no boredom in life. There is always boredom in imagining life.

I like this Onnika .. thankyou.

 

Im sorry to hear your lost your old horse I bet you miss him/her dreadfully.

Ive got a 27 year old ex brood mare Katrina who is a magnificent sway backed

old hag, these days she teaches my 14 mth old Khaan manners (he's not her

foal). She does it well too, far better than I can. Well I hope your eyes

get to feast on many beautiful horses Onnika, arent Arabs special?

 

blessings on you .. deb

 

> Hello, Deb, I liked that post because it was interesting :o).

>

> When you said you couldn't die, did you mean it literally, as in the

> getting eaten by the worms kind of death? If so, don't die, simplify.

> There is no boredom in life. There is always boredom in imagining

> life.

>

> I love the Christian song I grew up with in my old presbyterian

> church, " In the Garden " . It starts with, " I come to the garden

> alone " and then it gets all happy and implies that Jesus is there

> walking and talking with 'I'. It's that alone part. All the

> imaginary friends have to stay home with everything else. Alone,

> utterly alone, the senses are clear, the emotions restored, and

> there's such a life returned that it does seem like " He " is every

> molecule and movement of light and sound. With no past and no future

> and no space beyond that projected by my own eyes, there is life and

> it seems that all the boredom was just the desire to live instead of

> imagine myself living.

>

> I like the Arabian horses, too, though. My old horse died two weeks

> ago and I won't have another one except for every one that I happen

> to see.

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<I also have memory of " me " floating above my body, quite

> near to the ceiling. " Me " found that body just too painful to be

in, so it

> stepped out for a while. Events like this do tend to make you

think about

> who " me " is and why you didnt die>

 

Yes, they do. Such events are key shapers of thought even when you

don't try to mull them over.

 

<Ive got a 27 year old ex brood mare Katrina who is a magnificent

sway backed

> old hag, these days she teaches my 14 mth old Khaan manners (he's

not her

> foal). She does it well too, far better than I can. Well I hope

your eyes

> get to feast on many beautiful horses Onnika, arent Arabs special?>

 

Yes, my old guy will probably return as a straight laced old human

teacher that keeps a tray of cookies by his chair in the evenings

while he watches Animal Planet. On the hand, there's probably alot

of Hindus who've had to return to life as an Arabian horse because

they are fascinating to watch ;o)

 

Realization , " deb " <willett@h...> wrote:

> Hi Onnika .. nice to meet you :o)

>

> My brush with physical death came when I had acute pelvic

peritonitis,

> critically ill for 4 days, in hospital for 5 weeks .. on the day I

was

> discharged the doctor sat on the end of my bed and shook his head

at me,

> saying " you shouldnt be here, Ive had patients who werent half as

sick as

> you were, and they died " .

>

> I dont remember much about it all, apart from the pain. I awoke

with

> incredibly sore teeth, which I later worked out was from gritting

my teeth

> against the pain. I also have memory of " me " floating above my

body, quite

> near to the ceiling. " Me " found that body just too painful to be

in, so it

> stepped out for a while. Events like this do tend to make you

think about

> who " me " is and why you didnt die.

>

> So many questions, and there are no answers, it just happened :o)

>

> > There is no boredom in life. There is always boredom in

imagining life.

> I like this Onnika .. thankyou.

>

> Im sorry to hear your lost your old horse I bet you miss him/her

dreadfully.

> Ive got a 27 year old ex brood mare Katrina who is a magnificent

sway backed

> old hag, these days she teaches my 14 mth old Khaan manners (he's

not her

> foal). She does it well too, far better than I can. Well I hope

your eyes

> get to feast on many beautiful horses Onnika, arent Arabs special?

>

> blessings on you .. deb

>

> > Hello, Deb, I liked that post because it was interesting :o).

> >

> > When you said you couldn't die, did you mean it literally, as in

the

> > getting eaten by the worms kind of death? If so, don't die,

simplify.

> > There is no boredom in life. There is always boredom in imagining

> > life.

> >

> > I love the Christian song I grew up with in my old presbyterian

> > church, " In the Garden " . It starts with, " I come to the garden

> > alone " and then it gets all happy and implies that Jesus is there

> > walking and talking with 'I'. It's that alone part. All the

> > imaginary friends have to stay home with everything else. Alone,

> > utterly alone, the senses are clear, the emotions restored, and

> > there's such a life returned that it does seem like " He " is every

> > molecule and movement of light and sound. With no past and no

future

> > and no space beyond that projected by my own eyes, there is life

and

> > it seems that all the boredom was just the desire to live

instead of

> > imagine myself living.

> >

> > I like the Arabian horses, too, though. My old horse died two

weeks

> > ago and I won't have another one except for every one that I

happen

> > to see.

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