There’s this incident that happened back in the year 2000 that left a profound mark on me.
I died.
It was from a stroke, and I did not survive it.
You’re probably thinking, man, if you’re dead, you’re certainly pretty active.
But obviously, I am not dead. I am very much still alive.
Now, before you hit delete, let me explain how it happened.
The first half of the year 2000 was a traumatic and stressful time. Events were happenings, and I wasn’t handling them too well. Great stresses were on me in my personal and work life, and I had just completed one of the major goals that I had come here to do, which had taken its toll on me, too.
Omens of death were everywhere for me. It was on my mind all the time, I sensed things were nearing their end, and my then wife kept on getting signs of husbands dying, which she remarked on.
Then one week, around July, she fell into a deep depression and entered a state of grieving which I found both disturbing and confusing.
I wondered if I had done something wrong, and my step daughter sometimes acted as though I wasn’t there any more.
After a week or so of this, my wife sat me down and said that she had worked out what was going on. Her reactions were as though I had already died and she was going through the stages of loss and grieving.
She said that whatever was going to happen, it was going to happen the next day, and we could ignore it, or we could sit down and work out what we could do about it.
So we sat down, tapped into what was going on, and it appeared that saw me dying the next day. As this wasn’t the weirdest thing that ever happened to me, I took the warning seriously, and instead of going out as I had planned that day, I cancelled my plans and stayed home.
I wasn’t sure what difference that would make, but I clearly did not die. The evening was weird, though. My then wife was in a very strange frame of mind, and kept on muttering on how she had put so much effort into this marriage, and now it was all for nothing. The mood passed the next day, and she later claimed that she did not recall having said anything like that.
As it was, things changed after that. I went into a state of shock and depression that took me two years to come out of, and my marriage started to fall apart as our connection seemed to fade till eventually we decided it was best to separate. Timing wise, it was the right choice.
However, for many years after, an image of a music store I used to frequent (called JB Hi Fi in Camberwell, Victoria) would come to my mind. I had no clue why, though. I had been there hundreds of times over the years, but now, this one moment in time was sticking in my mind, and I wasn’t even sure if that moment even happened.
Eventually, after around 11 years, I reached a point where I started to take notice of this vision and searched for insight on what it was all about. (Yes, it can take me years before I start to take notice of things!)
It was then, soon after , my guide gave me an insight into what that was all about and it felt right.
Next: The explanation
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