No, the NDE had nothing to do with the power outage.
Just to reiterate basics: I already had a two-week supply of bottled drinking water, but prior to the storm we washed dishes, did laundry, and took showers. Then I filled up the bathtub with water so there was convenient water to flush the toilet with. As most probably know, water needs electricity to be pumped and the tank does not refill if the electricity is off. A gallon of water in a wide-mouth container poured into the bowl does the trick. It needs to be wide-mouthed (such as a small paint bucket, not a milk jug) so enough water pressure comes in fast enough to make it work. We also charged cell phones before the storm started.
The things learned was to have paper plates, cups and plastic utensils to cut down on dirty dishes. Have handiwipes or extra paper towels to clean your cooking utensils. I discovered, to my surprise, one of my oil lamps uses a small pre-filled container of lamp oil and I had no back-up containers. What I have is bottles of lamp oil, but this little container is not refillable). So, I'll be replacing that oil lamp. It was more decorative, candle-light dinner brightness (or bathroom night-light). We also located our flashlights as first line of light so we could find the oil lamps and light them if and when the power went off. First snowfall was around 2:30 and around 8:30 p.m. - 9:00 p.m. the lights blinked briefly. A few minutes later, again. Ten or fifteen minutes a longer blink. We grabbed our flashlights and the final blink. We were in the dark for the next 25 hours. The final hour, it was on for a minute or two and then off several times before it came on for good.
It was a balmy 54*F overnight but dressing warmly and being under warm blankets worked just fine. The only thing is your nose and face get cold, so maybe a ski mask would work, unless you are good at sleeping under blankets. (I'm not.)
So, the next day no lights. I shoveled a foot of snow off my car and after the driveway was plowed I went to town with my son, Joe, to pick up a prescription. It was coming home that the NDE happened. From my journal...
It was a picture-postcard-perfect day after yesterday's snowfall. I had never seen sky so blue nor air so clean. The snow on the pine trees looked like an Alpine forest at Christmastime. It was magical.
I had just crested the tallest hill on my way home and was on the downslope when I hit a goodly-sized patch of slushy ice on Route 8, a two-lane highway that weaves back and forth through the lower end of the Appalachian mountains in Virginia. And I did exactly what you aren't supposed to do when driving on ice--I hit the brakes.
My Crown Vic, the last of the steel-frame Fords (over 17-feet long and weighing nearly two tons), seized the moment and slid sideways at a 45-degree angle into the opposing lane where traffic was barreling up the hill. There was nowhere for them to pull over, just a guard rail and a very steep cliff on their side. I tried getting back into my lane, but the steering wheel had a mind of its own as the car fishtailed out of control.
Suddenly, it straightened out but continued sliding head-on into on-coming traffic that was so close I could see the driver of the first vehicle, who was driving the biggest pick-up truck made (the kind that has four tires on its back axle). And a car was following close behind it.
A very nasty crash was imminent.
Joe screamed. “OH MY GOD! MOM, WE'RE GONNA DIE!”
Despite agreeing with the high probability of his assessment, I stayed in the moment instead of throwing up my hands and screaming with him. I did briefly wonder how bad it was going to hurt.
The dually tonner was losing control as the driver tried to avoid the accident, his back-end sliding sideways into my lane. I spun my wheel as far to the right as it would go in a last ditch effort to get out of his lane, throwing my weight to the right trying to get it to budge.
Joe's tone suddenly changed when he said, “You're doing it, mom. Stay with it.”
At the last possible second, my car jerked completely sideways to the right, crossed back into its lane, then slammed into a snow-covered embankment, bounced, then landed hard… right-side up on the shoulder.
So, you tell me, were my guardian angels working overtime yesterday? I do believe they were. There was no crash, no one was hurt, and the only damage to my car was from hitting the embankment which only added a bit more damage to an already slightly damaged bumper.
However, there was a very odd occurrence. Actually, the oddity was the absence of something that should have been. I had no adrenaline rush. No pounding heart. No shaking. No confusion. I wasn't rattled during or after the event. So, like I tell people when analyzing their dreams or recalls, follow the odd element in your dream or recall because there is more to discover. Is there more to discover in this real-time, eyes wide awake, near-miss accident? Yes. (Further, the state trooper didn't press charges for reckless driving (as he is required to do in any accident), and ended up not filing anything. Afterwards, Joe told me he was not wearing his seat belt and sounded puzzled by it, because he always wears his seat belt.)
As I pondered about this today, I realized several things. First, I had a reading last July in which I was told to increase my spiritual strength because I was really going to need the protection. Recently, I realized that I was shying away from my life purpose because of that, so I requested help in handling the reluctance and hesitation of the unknown. I think this NDE was a powerful demonstration that no matter what... I am, and will be, protected, even down to my emotions and automatic bodily functions no matter what I will be facing. Don't worry, I will not jump off a mountain top just to test this theory.
The other thing I realized is yet another scene in my book has played out in real life. The details are a bit different but the scene involved a car going over a cliff because of bad weather. For those who know about this, I say to them... the journey continues. I write future that comes true in different ways.
Which leads to the next issue, which I'll blog about. I am a writer. An author/activist, to be more specific. In four months, I'll be starting graduate school to take it to the next level. I no longer believe Earth is going to be destroyed by a Planet-X-type event, but I do believe ETs are helping mitigate earthchanges. However, the biggest challenge we are facing today is taking responsibility for this planet. It is our job and there are many ways to do this. We can no longer sit on the sidelines and expect the next guy to do it. We are the "next guy."
My calling, it seems, is to write the future. It seems to be key in the way I manifest things. Nothing is solid and set in stone yet, but this is the direction it's heading. This website will continue. There will likely be changes to it, but it will continue to serve the purpose members want it to serve. Anyway, more on that later.
In closing, the number synchronicities are still with me. Just as I just published this, my computer clock time read 3:39 which, according to Dorene Virtue's "Angel Numbers 101" means: "You are being helped by the ascended masters, who are strongly encouraging you to work on your life purpose right now."
Update: After making a few revisions to the near-miss narrative, I clicked Publish Post and my eyes were automatically drawn to the computer clock. It read 4:09, which brought back memories of a well-loved 409 Chevy Impala (yeah, give me an old American car any day... and another yeah, I have an old story from the '80's on the back burner about cars that will be used to take back our country one day when the War comes...Road Devils). Anyway, I felt compelled to look it up (same source as mentioned above) and it said the angels were with me and "Get to work, Lightworker--Now! You've completed all the prerequisites to achieve your life purpose. Stop procrastinating, as it's time to take action steps."
Comments
LOL Cheryl!
Jim, maybe they were trying to reverse engineer it?
Kim, here's a song... I want, I want, I want my UFO! lol
Ford Flying Saucer!!!! Me too, Cheryl!!!!
Cheryl, in 1961 while I was in the army one of the guys in my platoon told me that he, who lives in California was poking around behind the ford building. They have many acres of space. He saw people in white lab coats working on a flying saucer! Maybe they were building them for the ailens! Or perhaps just repairing them.
Thanks, DR and Keith.
DR, it does seem that way.
Keith, I'm ready for my Ford Flying Saucer, lol.
This does seem to be a meeting place for Atlanteans does it not?
Wow Cheryl so glad you are alright.
Yes, that's right. It's hosted at in5D.com, if you want to read it again.
Yes, I read it about 50 years ago! It was called the emerald tablet of Thoth.
I've read that about Egypt. Ever read the green tablets of Thoth?
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