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12-08-2015, 05:23 AM
First, a bit of background: I respond very well to anesthesia. In fact, I make a point of telling anesthesiologists that I go down fast, I go down hard, and I stay down. No kidding. I'll be out before they finish the IV push and usually the recovery room nurses have to work to get me to wake up again.
Okay, on to the rest of the story.
In 2009, I went in for a minor procedure. It was supposed to be conscious sedation but given my usual response to any sedation, conscious sedation=general anesthesia. In fact, I was completely under before they got me to the OR. The last thing I remember was telling the nurse anesthetist that I would see him on the flip side.
While out, it was like I was sitting in a pitch black space. I was aware I was in surgery but also aware that I was somewhere else, a place completely devoid of any light. I wasn't afraid, though. More curious.
Then a deep male voice said, "Are you ready to leave?" I didn't see the speaker and his voice seemed to come from everywhere in the dark.
I told the voice no, I had too much to do to leave.
"Too bad," he said. "It's time for you to go." I felt someone grab me by the wrist and begin pulling me along. I struggled to be free but I couldn't break the grip. I still wasn't frightened. If anything, I was pissed and let's just say I have a colorful vocabulary when the need arises. Nothing I said made any difference, though. I was being dragged through the blackness by whoever/whatever this was.
I yelled for help. Instantly, I was surrounded by Archangel Michael, my guardian angel, my team, a few ancestors, and, to my surprise, my two best friends. AA Michael hefted his sword-and boy, his sword made Conan the Barbarian's sword look like a toothpick-and told the whoever to let me go, that I had given my answer and it must abide by my answer. The pressure on my wrist vanished and I lost my balance. I toppled backwards and when that happened, I woke up in the OR.
All hell was breaking loose and the anesthetist was attempting to thread a nasogastric tube down my throat. I loathe NG tubes with a passion that defies description and even though I was still groggy, I very clearly told the anesthetist to get that *bad word* thing out of my nose NOW. He announced to the assembled medical personnel that I was back. The rest of the procedure was done with minimal anesthesia because the anesthetist was a tad twitchy at this point.
After I got home, my friends called and wanted to know what happened to me. They work in the same office building and were having lunch when they both got the vibe that I needed help right then. The immediately began praying for me, right there in their lunch room, until they felt that I was okay and whatever had happened was over. I told them what happened while I was under and how I saw them in that dark place.
Whoever/whatever had tried to take me meant business because it took several days for me to get back in my body. Until I made that reconnection with spirit and body, I was pretty darned loopy.
I have no idea who/what that energy may have been. I only knew I wasn't about to go with it, willingly or otherwise.
Okay, on to the rest of the story.
In 2009, I went in for a minor procedure. It was supposed to be conscious sedation but given my usual response to any sedation, conscious sedation=general anesthesia. In fact, I was completely under before they got me to the OR. The last thing I remember was telling the nurse anesthetist that I would see him on the flip side.
While out, it was like I was sitting in a pitch black space. I was aware I was in surgery but also aware that I was somewhere else, a place completely devoid of any light. I wasn't afraid, though. More curious.
Then a deep male voice said, "Are you ready to leave?" I didn't see the speaker and his voice seemed to come from everywhere in the dark.
I told the voice no, I had too much to do to leave.
"Too bad," he said. "It's time for you to go." I felt someone grab me by the wrist and begin pulling me along. I struggled to be free but I couldn't break the grip. I still wasn't frightened. If anything, I was pissed and let's just say I have a colorful vocabulary when the need arises. Nothing I said made any difference, though. I was being dragged through the blackness by whoever/whatever this was.
I yelled for help. Instantly, I was surrounded by Archangel Michael, my guardian angel, my team, a few ancestors, and, to my surprise, my two best friends. AA Michael hefted his sword-and boy, his sword made Conan the Barbarian's sword look like a toothpick-and told the whoever to let me go, that I had given my answer and it must abide by my answer. The pressure on my wrist vanished and I lost my balance. I toppled backwards and when that happened, I woke up in the OR.
All hell was breaking loose and the anesthetist was attempting to thread a nasogastric tube down my throat. I loathe NG tubes with a passion that defies description and even though I was still groggy, I very clearly told the anesthetist to get that *bad word* thing out of my nose NOW. He announced to the assembled medical personnel that I was back. The rest of the procedure was done with minimal anesthesia because the anesthetist was a tad twitchy at this point.
After I got home, my friends called and wanted to know what happened to me. They work in the same office building and were having lunch when they both got the vibe that I needed help right then. The immediately began praying for me, right there in their lunch room, until they felt that I was okay and whatever had happened was over. I told them what happened while I was under and how I saw them in that dark place.
Whoever/whatever had tried to take me meant business because it took several days for me to get back in my body. Until I made that reconnection with spirit and body, I was pretty darned loopy.
I have no idea who/what that energy may have been. I only knew I wasn't about to go with it, willingly or otherwise.