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posted on Nov, 19 2010 @ 03:26 PM
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Hi everyone, I am not quite sure if this is where I should post this but I am sure the ever vigilant moderators will let me know if it ain't here.
Well where do I start? I suppose at the very start. Grab your self a seat and get a cup of coffee on the go as this is quite a tale.

Time-line- 1988

I opened my eyes to see bright light, I felt tired and a little confused because the last time my eyes were opened I was not where I was. I realized quite quickly that I was not breathing by myself, my natural instinct was to breathe which is what I did and this produced strange noises coming from behind me. For some strange reason I could not move so I could not see what was making the noise. The tube which was down my throat led me to believe I was in a hospital and I was on a ventilator. (Either that or some sicko was seriously into messing me up). Anyway, I will miss out the random stuff that happens in hospitals because I am sure you all know that stuff. After a few days of drug induced hallucinations and severe paranoia which led to me refusing to eat anything in case they were trying to poison me I became as stable as I was going to be for the immediate future.
I recall laying there and feeling quite afraid, I could not really move and I was panicking a bit thinking what the future would be like when I eventually got out of hospital, which by the way was almost a year later. Anyway I was laying there feeling afraid and the inevitable thought regarding dying crept into my mind. I had never really thought of dying before probably because at that age we think we are invincible. (20yrs old) So there I was thinking about dying when I noticed at the far end of the ward the light went out. OK that does not seem that strange but when I kept looking at it the next one went out, then the next one, by this time I was really scared and the first thing that came into my mind was that if the lights all go out till they get to me then I am going to die. For some reason I convinced myself that a Demon sent from hell was out to kill me. I know I was not in the best condition mentally but I did know what was happening around me. Anyway, there I am laying there panicking like a big girl when I hear this voice behind me, I looked around and there was this man. I said who are you? He told me his name was Bill and he was there to help me. I thought great, there is an evil Demon putting the lights out till he gets to me (then puts my lights out) and help is at hand. I said hi Bill nice to meet you and all that but if you are going to help me I suggest you get a move on. In a split second I was not in the hospital any more, I was outside somewhere walking with Bill. I recall him asking me where I would like to go and I said I have never been to America, as soon as I said it we were in America. (OK I know I was not there in person but it felt like it.) Anyway I will leave the tourist stuff out, after quite some time we returned to the hospital, Bill said look at that, he was pointing to the lights. They were all going on again, I said WOW! that is awesome, you have saved me Bill. Things went hazy for a bit then I recall Bill saying he had to go. I did not want him to go and I begged to go with him. Deep down I knew if I went with him there would be no returning. He refused, he told me I was to stay where I was and I could not go with him. I begged and begged and I am not ashamed to say I even cried to go but he would not let me. At that moment it happened to be visiting time and my mother came to see me, I introduced her to Bill and she looked at me as if I was crazy. She said what are you talking about? there is nobody there. I said can't you see him? She said no. Bill said goodbye and left, he never walked out, he just disappeared. I told my mother what happened and she agrees with my theory, Bill was my guardian angel. I know for a fact that if Bill had not come to help me then I would be dead. I would not be here writing this for some of you to read and some of you to tell me it's rubbish. One day I will meet Bill again, I guess the next time I will be checking out. I ain't sad about that though, and I definitely have no fear of dying. Dying is just another road on our long journey.

Peace,

Seq




posted on Nov, 19 2010 @ 04:33 PM
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How do you know for sure that you would have died? You said that you were mess up on drugs, o you could have been hallucinating, dreaming, or on a visual trip? And where did you wake up after this?



posted on Nov, 19 2010 @ 04:51 PM
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Hi, well I guess I have no idea if I would really die however I felt as though I would. As to waking up I do not recall being asleep. I appreciate in hospital I was on drugs etc etc, and I did have many unusual experiences but this was different, it's hard to explain, all other experiences were nothing that I could interact with, there was no control over what was going on. Does that make sense? Still, to me this was real, I cannot offer any proof, just a tale which I thought you might find interesting.

Peace,

Seq



posted on Nov, 26 2010 @ 08:03 AM
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What a profound story Sequentis! I was wondering if you ever actually traveled to America -since the incident- to see for yourself if you could find the same sites Bill showed you. It would be interesting to see comparisons to the accuracy of the details.
I believe your story. There are so many different times when we astral travel and are completely unaware of it when we return. Perhaps because of the severity of your situation (your "accident") your traveling (with Bill) was able to remain forefront in you memory.
Can you describe Bill?
Annab



posted on Nov, 26 2010 @ 08:10 AM
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Your story sounds like a classical case of sleep paralysis!

Regardless, were you or were you not hospitalized in reality?

-v
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posted on Nov, 26 2010 @ 01:34 PM
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Hi Anna, I have never traveled there by conventional methods but I would like to think that one day I will. I have always wanted to go there as I have read so much about it. I believe you are right as to why the experience has stayed in my memory, it was for me quite a ride. You know I can't for the life of me describe Bill, I have tried so many times, perhaps one day I will.

Peace,

Seq



posted on Nov, 26 2010 @ 01:40 PM
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Hi Vo1io, well to be honest sleep paralysis is not quite the same. When a person opens their eyes and finds they are in that state there is no trip anywhere, the first thing that registers is fear, and lots of it. The only thing that is on ones mind is trying to move and thinking what the heck is going on. As to your other question, yes I was in hospital in reality, I am not quite sure where you were intending to go or imply with that question but regardless that is my answer.

Thanks for your interest,

Peace,

Seq



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 04:44 AM
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Oh since you were in hospital in reality also, then it is not sleep paralysis. I was just confused about your post.

Can I ask you something else? During that time (not now), were you afraid of death?

-v



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 05:03 AM
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Hi V01i0, to be honest at that time I did fear death. Like everyone else I want to live for as long as possible ha ha. At that time there was a good chance I could of died, there came a point after much time that I changed my views about dying. After my experience death did not seem to me to be the final act. When we feel we know there is a continuance after death (whether right or wrong) that belief banishes fear. As you know fear stems from the unknown, we always fear what we do not know.

I hope that answers your question friend, once again I thank you for your interest.

Peace,

Seq



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 05:18 AM
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Thanks. It was the answer I kinda expected.

I am not trying to alter your view on that event. No, I am complety content with your story. I just keep thinking that when there is lot fear involved (like on near death experiences with those who are afraid of death), some peculiar visions may take place. And sometimes even the actual memory image is unconsciously repressed and replaced by fantasy images. We know all this from the experiences researched in the field of psychology. Our mind is such big question.

Don't take me wrong now, this is just a suggestion, and your own view about the matters is the one that counts.. I am just inclined to think that "Bill" may have been your saviour doctor or some other member belonging to the hospital's staff. There are many cases where previous explanation fits and has been researched too.

Thanks for your replies and please remember that I am not here to debunk or anything. I am honestly inquiring the possibilites. Therefore I don't even exlude the possibility of angels and demons, but my experiences and some other evidence suggests, that quite often they are something else. But in the end, it is the personal experience and interpretation of it what constitutes our realities, so we have to live by that


All the best,

-v



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 05:37 AM
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Hi V, I totally understand what you are saying, and you are quite right- in many cases what you have described has been the case. I have thought of this, however if that were the case in this instance, when I was trying to introduce him to my mother she could not see him. He was there but she saw absolutely nothing. I recall thinking back then that she was joking with me because I could see him, ha ha ha. Regardless of anything I would be the first to admit that it was a peculiar ride I had been on. During my time in hospital I was fortunate to have had a few out of body experiences, obviously the first time I was blown away, I can still remember them like it was yesterday, everything was so clear and the colors were outstanding, it is like we live life with a sort of screen between us and what we see, with an out of body experience everything is so much clearer. My time with Bill was a bit like that but obviously the main difference was his presence. I have had a few deliberately since then and now and still practice the art which always amazes me. I have only recently discovered that it may be possible to contact ones guardian angel this way, from this day forth I shall try to achieve this, if I am successful there will be a lot of questions answered. If I am fortunate enough to achieve this I will write about it here, I am sure you would be keen to know if this is possible.

Kind regards,

Seq



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 05:48 AM
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reply to post by Sequentis
 


Thanks for your reply!

First, I am glad that everything turned out well and good regarding your experience (forgot to say that earlier).

Indeed, there are some methods that may allow one to venture in "inner worlds" and to interact with what some call subconscious contents of our psyche - others refer them as astral planes and so forth. I believe these distinctions in terminology refers to a same phenomena in the end.

I wish you success in your effort to find out. And I am interested about this if you manage to find out more


-v



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 06:26 AM
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What happened to get you in hospital care for a YEAR??!!
Really bad auto or motorbike accident??

I totally believe you btw...



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 06:59 AM
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Hey there Sequentis, great OP.

Like others, I also believe your account ... in part because of your writing style ... and that is because it is similar to the way I write my own experiences that come under the heading of 'unusual events' that have occurred to me (and they are many) ... not exactly in the same field as you but I have enough personal and client experiences to draw on, to be able to tell the difference between 'imagination' and 'memory' (you could say it's my job to be able to distinguish such) ... and I'm 99.9% sure you are writing from 'memory'.

I'm also inclined to agree, that if your light had been extinguished then your life would have also been extinguished. For whatever reason this was not allowed to happen as Bill stepped in to prevent it ... you my firend obviously have a purpose ... and whether you are aware of that or not ... Bill stepped in to save you for that purpose.

The fact that a couple of decades have passed since the event is irrelevant ('time' is only a prison to mortal beings) ... and the pupose you were saved for may not turn-out to be anything earth-shattering per-se ... but it may be integral to the bigger picture (small cog in a big machine ... without which the whole thing shut's down so to speak).

You interest me greatly ... because my own experiences whilst different ... serve a similar purpose ... and it's synchronistic that you have decided to share this story openly now ... at this particular time ... these are after all very exciting times that we live in.

Are you prepared to share the reason for your being hospitalized in the first place ?

Woody

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posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 08:35 AM
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Hi Woody, thank you for your reply to which, I am greatly pleased you 99.9% believe. I find it intriguing that you think perhaps I was saved for a reason and that I write my account now. It is strange to me also, normally I would never have done this and it was just by chance that I read a story here from fellow member Anna that somehow made me write. So before I continue, thanks Anna for igniting my interest.

I have only told the following you are about to read to a handful of people, for reasons which will become clear I am not proud of some details, details which have never been repeated in any form. It was a pleasant May night, my friend who lived in England (I lived in Scotland then) came to visit me. Like any other young lads we hit the town that night. Everything was great, we had a laugh reminiscing about the old days. (I laugh at that, we were young so there was not many old days). Somehow for reasons that do not have anything to do with this we were separated later on that night. I ended up in some nightclub and hooked up with some mates of mine. Back then when money was tight it was not unusual for me to walk home from the town, I was very fit due to my job and used to jog on a regular basis. Anyway, later, I guess about half two in the morning I was walking home. The lovely weather decided to do the usual British thing and the heavens opened, the rain was torrential. I recall walking through a car park and stood under overhanging branches beside this pick up truck to shelter for a moment as I was absolutely soaking wet. I could feel the rain water running down the skin of my back. I kept scratching my back thinking spiders had fallen off the tree onto me. (I hate spiders, who doesn't?) I glanced into the pick up and saw shining in the street light a set of keys sitting in the ignition. For reasons that I did not know then and still to this day do not know, I opened up the pick up and sat behind the wheel. I thought, here is me, soaking wet, walking home, and here is a ride I could (Borrow) for a bit. As I have stated earlier, I had never before or since ever done anything like that in my life. For whatever possessed me that night I drove home. Only thing is I never went home, I drove right past and went on a little drive in the pouring rain. Well one thing led to another and I ended up on a long stretch of road which ended in a hairpin bend which had a drop onto rail tracks right beside it. I never got that far, (thankfully) if I got that far I would of been killed for sure. I apparently skidded on slippy road and hit a lamp post at seventy miles per hour. I remember little bits but from the moment of impact I remember nothing. The next time I opened my eyes was the start of my story. For a short time I did not know what had happened to me, the doctors for some reason never told me. I was convinced I had been knocked down by a car, I was so angry that I was in hospital barely breathing and there was someone out there living a normal life guilty of nearly killing me. When I was told what had happened it was a day before I was given a choice, have a bit of leg amputated or die? Easy choice to make from someone who only wanted revenge on the person responsible, easy choice to make for someone who wanted to kill the person responsible, easy choice to make for someone who hated the person responsible. Through meditation and learning not to hate myself I live a normal life, the hate is gone, but to be totally honest, sometimes in the dark quiet of the night I still want to punish myself. I don't, because as woody said, I am here for some reason, what that reason is I do not know, I have thought about it quite a bit, I am sure one day it will become apparent.

Well there you go, that is the truth. I have not mentioned this for years, funny how when remembered I still shed a tear thinking about that stupid tosser that I hated so much.

Peace to you all, and thanks for inspiring me to unburden my guilt.

Sequentis........



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 09:08 AM
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Originally posted by Sequentis
Hi Anna, I have never traveled there by conventional methods but I would like to think that one day I will. I have always wanted to go there as I have read so much about it.


If Bill ever comes back, and takes you to America again, and you don't see any Burger Kings or trailers, then he's lying to you. You're not in America.



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 01:10 PM
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Originally posted by Sequentis
reply to post by woodwytch
 


Hi Woody, thank you for your reply to which, I am greatly pleased you 99.9% believe. I find it intriguing that you think perhaps I was saved for a reason and that I write my account now. It is strange to me also, normally I would never have done this and it was just by chance that I read a story here from fellow member Anna that somehow made me write. So before I continue, thanks Anna for igniting my interest.

I have only told the following you are about to read to a handful of people, for reasons which will become clear I am not proud of some details, details which have never been repeated in any form. It was a pleasant May night, my friend who lived in England (I lived in Scotland then) came to visit me. Like any other young lads we hit the town that night. Everything was great, we had a laugh reminiscing about the old days. (I laugh at that, we were young so there was not many old days). Somehow for reasons that do not have anything to do with this we were separated later on that night. I ended up in some nightclub and hooked up with some mates of mine. Back then when money was tight it was not unusual for me to walk home from the town, I was very fit due to my job and used to jog on a regular basis. Anyway, later, I guess about half two in the morning I was walking home. The lovely weather decided to do the usual British thing and the heavens opened, the rain was torrential. I recall walking through a car park and stood under overhanging branches beside this pick up truck to shelter for a moment as I was absolutely soaking wet. I could feel the rain water running down the skin of my back. I kept scratching my back thinking spiders had fallen off the tree onto me. (I hate spiders, who doesn't?) I glanced into the pick up and saw shining in the street light a set of keys sitting in the ignition. For reasons that I did not know then and still to this day do not know, I opened up the pick up and sat behind the wheel. I thought, here is me, soaking wet, walking home, and here is a ride I could (Borrow) for a bit. As I have stated earlier, I had never before or since ever done anything like that in my life. For whatever possessed me that night I drove home. Only thing is I never went home, I drove right past and went on a little drive in the pouring rain. Well one thing led to another and I ended up on a long stretch of road which ended in a hairpin bend which had a drop onto rail tracks right beside it. I never got that far, (thankfully) if I got that far I would of been killed for sure. I apparently skidded on slippy road and hit a lamp post at seventy miles per hour. I remember little bits but from the moment of impact I remember nothing. The next time I opened my eyes was the start of my story. For a short time I did not know what had happened to me, the doctors for some reason never told me. I was convinced I had been knocked down by a car, I was so angry that I was in hospital barely breathing and there was someone out there living a normal life guilty of nearly killing me. When I was told what had happened it was a day before I was given a choice, have a bit of leg amputated or die? Easy choice to make from someone who only wanted revenge on the person responsible, easy choice to make for someone who wanted to kill the person responsible, easy choice to make for someone who hated the person responsible. Through meditation and learning not to hate myself I live a normal life, the hate is gone, but to be totally honest, sometimes in the dark quiet of the night I still want to punish myself. I don't, because as woody said, I am here for some reason, what that reason is I do not know, I have thought about it quite a bit, I am sure one day it will become apparent.

Well there you go, that is the truth. I have not mentioned this for years, funny how when remembered I still shed a tear thinking about that stupid tosser that I hated so much.

Peace to you all, and thanks for inspiring me to unburden my guilt.

Sequentis........



Truly amazing account that I believe others will relate to or be inspired by ... I feel honoured on behalf of ATS that you have shared this with us.

The one thing that leapt off the page at me was the fact that you already have punished yourself and to not accept that as a fact of 'your' life would be a totally unnecessary thing.

I said it before but I want to say it again ... I love the way you write the emotion is there in every word.

Have you ever considered counselling others that have done similar to you with the same kind of results ... as a therapist myself I strongly believe that the best counsellors / therapists are the ones who have experienced firsthand for themselves and come out the other side ... eventually stronger for the experience that nearly broke them !

Either way ... I really feel that part of the 'purpose' I mentioned before has to do with people and communication of some kind ... you would be a natural my friend ... and that doesn't necessarily mean you have to hit the books and get letters after your name ... you draw on the things you know !

I think that purpose of yours is very close to revealing itself somehow.

Woody



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 03:02 PM
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Hi Seq,

Thank you for your op, it was a very touching retelling. I do believe your story because my fiancee would tell similar about her father visiting when she was in hospital a few years ago (he died in 1973). I agree with Woody, you have a reason for being here still and your account has helped me since my "other half" died in March. The holidays are going to be difficult this year.

I wish you all the best in the future and if you are ever in the US let me know. I would love to talk more about your experience and I can show you around the city of humidity.

Robert

PS: I did friend you here.



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 06:07 PM
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Hi Hoagy1199, or if I may, Robert, firstly although I never knew your (other half) I am truly saddened by your loss. I know how much sadness this causes and I am touched that you have taken the time to read my words. March was not that long ago, to you it seems like yesterday, images of your loved one will still be bright and vivid. Your love will always keep her memory close to heart. That is good, she will know this and comfort her. I truly believe one hundred percent that she is not alone, she will be with her angel exploring a new way of life. Perhaps not the life we know but one we will grow into once we pass. A new life that one day when the time is right you and I and everyone will experience. Some people travel to this new life early, some like us my friend, later. I am more than pleased that my account has helped you in some way, and later when I eventually get round to traveling, I could not think of a better person to show me round.

Kindest regards,

Sequentis



posted on Nov, 27 2010 @ 06:32 PM
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Hi Woody, thanks for your recent reply. You are too kind my friend. You must be a kind of mind reader as I have been toying with the idea of gaining relevant qualification needed to become someone who can help others. This has been on my mind for one or two years now, I guess the only thing stopping me is the amount of work I do at my job. I may be in a position next year to cut the amount of hours I work thus enabling me to pursue other interests. I am flattered you like my writing style, although I do admit I am a bit lazy when it comes to correct punctuation marks etc etc etc, I normally write on a word processor which does all the hard stuff for me, ha ha.
I am honored you have added me as a friend, I returned the compliment but had neither the experience nor the skill to write on your message wall. Basically I could not find an input tab.

All the best to you,

Seq




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