I've curiously observed ATS for quite some time now and have just recently decided to join this eclectic community in hopes of giving and receiving
helpful insight. I hope to contribute to threads and acquire contributions to my own, as well as acquire a better understanding of my experiences and
the experiences of others. In my life, I've had two particularly profound experiences that intensively sparked my interest in the unknown about the
world we live in.
When I was seven years old, my family visited the big island of Hawaii and decided to go hiking to a desolate beach we had heard about in a brochure.
The hike went fine, and by the time we finally reached this beach in the middle of nowhere, storm clouds began thundering gently in the distance. We
had been to Hawaii multiple times, and anyone who knows Hawaiian weather knows that it can go from sunny to pouring down rain in less than five
minutes. The waves seemed eerily calm, so my father and I began walking to the obsidian tide pools that were rich with various aquatic creatures.
After walking onto the slippery rocks, I began venturing further and further outward, getting closer and closer to the edge of the water. Once I
reached about thirty feet out, I noticed a small starfish in a puddle. Since the tides were low at the time, the sharp, rocky tide pools that were
usually underwater were now exposed. As I bent down and turned my back to the ocean, I heard a roaring coming from behind me.
I didn't have time to turn around, but the look of the my mother's face on the shore told me that something was severely wrong. Before I even had time
to run, I found myself hit with the full fledged force of what was later to be described as a nine foot wave. I hadn't realized how much power water
had until I was hit with it at full force. I crashed forward and began rolling over the obsidian rock that was now very much underwater from this
wave. I felt myself spinning underwater, being cut and sliced by the razor-sharp ridges of the tide pools and began freaking out because I realized I
was unable to breath.
It seemed like an eternity that I was down there. The wave had knocked the wind from my lungs and I was striving to breath. To inhale water is the
most painful feeling I have ever experienced. Even at seven years old, I realized I was in seriously bad shape, and if I couldn't find a way to latch
onto something I'd be washed out to sea. I began noticing as I was underwater how quiet things became, even though my own body was being ripped and
thrown and tossed amongst the rocks and water. The second thing I noticed was how warm I felt. This warmth was a warmth that didn't come externally,
it was a warmth that seemed to be radiating internally. As this warmth grew stronger, I felt myself becoming engulfed in a peace unlike anything I had
ever experienced. Here I was, feeling myself drowning, and in an instant I went from feeling intense pain to feeling such an extreme serenity that I
sincerely regretted that my father had eventually grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me to shore.
For years I thought about my experience in Hawaii, and how bizarre it was that I felt such an extreme peace. Even years after, I possessed the scars
from my experience and they served as a reminder of something I didn't completely understand. It wasn't until I was 11 years old that I would
experience an even more bizarre experience, with eerily similar circumstances.
At age 11, I lived near the ocean in California and found myself boogey boarding alone very frequently. At any chance I had, I'd grab my board and wet
suit and go boarding. On one particularly nice spring day, I grabbed my board as I always did and began wading myself into the water. For a good half
an hour I boarded without any problems, I was exhilarated and found myself loving the force of the sea as it took me speeding on my board to the
shore. As I began swimming to the wave area, I caught a perfect
wave (as perfect as a wave could be for boogey boarding), and began riding
the wave in. About 5 seconds in, I felt my board jolt forward. As the board jolted forward, the back end of my board was rammed into my abdomen and I
slipped off. As I slipped off, a second wave had formed behind me that was much larger than the first and I was shot down underneath the water,
spinning without any perception of up or down.
I remembered my experience in Hawaii as I found myself in a similar situation again. This time however, I felt this warming sensation much faster and
felt my body go weightless almost instantly. As I continued spinning towards the shore underwater, I heard a voice that even thinking about to this
day gives me chills. The voice sounded like a group of voices, all talking in unison. At first, it seemed like I was just hearing whispers, but they
were muffled by the water. As I felt myself go more and more numb, these female voices seemed to echo louder and louder. I'd describe it as sounding
like all these voices were coming from various parts of the ocean, yet they were all saying the same thing. As I felt the warmth overcome me, these
voices said, "You have to hold on."
They didn't seem concerned, just compassionate. They were both muffled by the ocean and echoing through my eardrums as I felt myself losing
consciousness. Before I felt myself black out, I saw the sun as I was tossed onto the sandy beach. I laid there for quite some time, completely in awe
at what I had heard. Surprisingly, I sustained no severe physical damage and was left with an experience that I will never ever forget.
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