cheating death

[shadowstalker]

This thread is inspired by the Have you experienced a miracle (http://projectavalon.net/forum4/showthread.php?48082-Have-you-experienced-a-miracle&p=533006&highlight=miracle#post533006)? thread.
But this goes a step farther how many times have you cheated death?

Well I will make My list of LIFE KEEPING MIRACLES

Born Blue

Almost die at six months (Turned blue) (My mom was suffering from PPD tried to kill me)

Almost killed by MIB's (age 8)

Almost killed by An x-boyfriends (age 20) (my sister wanted me killed) (Saved by unseen force)
Almost hit by a stray bullet (age 20) (pushed away from bullet, by an unseen force)

Stage 2 Cancer (Age 27)

Stopped breathing after drinking alchohal (age 42)

Had a very minor heart attack after taking Seriquil (Age 43)


Life/Life stories are preciouse and should be shared with all who will liston.
I never took life for granted, maybe it's because of all these events, I am not sure..
I have always helped fols in need. Wether these events where the catlist I don't know.
As I have always taken these things in with a grian of salt then pondered later of my future..

I never took my friends or family for granted either I know most of them love me..
Life has many twists and turns and sometimes dangers. And I have written some of my life challenges in short story form to help others in there spiritual journeys.


I wish to use this thread for spiritual tuning for all..
So if there's any other stories that may help others, go for it.. We can help each other learn..

[Strat]

Wow Shadow! Try and take care of yourself!

I haven't gone through much but here's what happened to me:

I don't have tonic clonic epilepsy (what your familiar with - lying on the ground shaking) I have myoclonic epilepsy. This means that when it's triggered, my body twitches severely without my control every few seconds. It was acting up one day and I was laying on the couch, reading (trying to at least), trying to wait it out (usually around 10-14hrs).

I didn't experience the seizure, but I guess it happened because the next thing I know, I'm waking up (on my back) as if from a deep sleep. I immediately realized my head hurt, I touched it, and it was sore. I was also laying in blood and it was several hours later. I figure that I went into a full seizure on the couch, and through all the jerking and what not I flipped over and fell on my face on the ground. After the seizure ended I was asleep, and must have turned over during the sleeping stage.

I've also had guns pointed at me, but I don't consider that unique. I got out of those scenarios and learned an important lesson about who I hang out with and where.

[truth4me]

Shadowstalker, without going into detail and forgive me for being nosey but did you and your sister every make up? One sibling trying to kill another is pretty serious stuff....

[shadowstalker]

Shadowstalker, without going into detail and forgive me for being nosey but did you and your sister every make up? One sibling trying to kill another is pretty serious stuff....

Her excuse for that drama was that I "left her at 18"
Yes she has apologized for that about 15 years ago. And yes she was forgiven.
She is now in self destruct mode with being with another user (her first husband was a user and manipulator).
And I keep reminding her to forgive herself, but for now no-go..
But she is still forgiven.

[Arrowwind]

I would say that you cannot cheat death. Death only comes once. If you get through a bad experience you did not cheat death... you got through because it was not your time. Death did not call even though you feared it was calling. When death truly calls you must go and nothing in the whole world or within your being can stop it.

I have never cheated death, but I have sat at the bedside of hundreds of people who are dying... not cheating death but truly actually dying.
I learned a lot at these bedsides, most of which there is no words for.... or at least I have not found the words.
yet, I stll have plenty of words on the topic... just the most profound realizations, that deep gut and heart knowning, I haven't been able to put many words to.

Instead of" Cheating Death" I would ask you to consider something like "Making More of Life" because every single time you got through some difficult ordeal, somehow you made more of life than perhaps you believed possible to create your way out of it. We are here being pressured to create more, be more and stand to the challenges that living brings. If you cannot stand to the challenges with your consicousness, your spirit, your intellect, then yes, death may take advantage of this, for you are failing your tests in creativity for living.

[shadowstalker]

It's a figure a speech

[Fred Steeves]

Hi shadowstalker, I get the nuance you're getting at here. Yes, I see death as more of a dance partner now, and not some black robed ghoul bearing a scythe. I also get where you're coming from through seemingly catastrophic incidents such as car accidents, skydiving escapades, and what not else.

I agree that there is no "cheating" death as such, but there certainly seems to be every available opportunity to make peace with it.

What an interesting ride huh?

Cheers,
Fred

[Arrowwind]

Words have power for they can influence the mind with ages of programing. Choose carefully.

[shadowstalker]

Yes a very interesting ride, not unlike a roller-coaster, at least from my end LOL..

For me it's not unlike what you stated, it's all true... I just hope folks come to understand and grow from these stories and know that they are still here for a reason and I hope they can find that out for them self and be strong enough (when they are ready) and tell there story... Love the dance love life....

I feel that is one of the reasons why I am still here..To help them learn all they can learn and my self...

I really hope this thread pans out for the positive for all...:cheer2::peace::grouphug:

[daddy fishwick]

Hi, I was kidnapped at gun point in Johannesbourg, South Africa, in 1997. I spent four days in captivity, which involved regular beatings and individuals forcing pistols in to my mouth, etc. On the afternoon of day four One of my captors was so out of it on crack cocaine that I managed to free myself and throw myself over a balcony, land two storeys down adrenalised and run non stop for nearly two hours until I reached a hotel and contacted the police, I then realised that I had a broken foot, hand, wrist and ribs after the adrenaline and fear left me along with a barrage of bruises and wounds received by my kidnappers.
On day two I was driven out into bushland and asked to dig my own grave, for some reason they changed their mind and put me back in the boot of the car.
It took me nearly twelve years to mend psychologically but I will never be that young man again completely.
I don't fear much, if anything these days and still have issues trusting people, but I'm still here!
Daddy.

[shadowstalker]

Hi, I was kidnapped at gun point in Johannesbourg, South Africa, in 1997. I spent four days in captivity, which involved regular beatings and individuals forcing pistols in to my mouth, etc. On the afternoon of day four One of my captors was so out of it on crack cocaine that I managed to free myself and throw myself over a balcony, land two storeys down adrenalised and run non stop for nearly two hours until I reached a hotel and contacted the police, I then realised that I had a broken foot, hand, wrist and ribs after the adrenaline and fear left me along with a barrage of bruises and wounds received by my kidnappers.
On day two I was driven out into bushland and asked to dig my own grave, for some reason they changed their mind and put me back in the boot of the car.
It took me nearly twelve years to mend psychologically but I will never be that young man again completely.
I don't fear much, if anything these days and still have issues trusting people, but I'm still here!
Daddy.

A strong soul indeed, more power to you and your future. :jaw::wub:

[sigma6]

When I was young I got my first car when I was 16, after working for a whole year at a garage, up till that time the big thrill for me was moving the cars on the lot to park them. It was a big beautiful Chevrolet (variant), and it took my whole paycheck to fill the tank, less $25 ( I didn't know how good I had it... ) My step father was a bit of a jerk and decided not to mention to me that my car wasn't too safe driving in the winter time with summer rain tires. Needless to say, winter driving was quite an experience, I could never understand why my car was so 'slippy'. One evening I was driving from Ancaster to Hamilton on the mountain which involved a long highway stretch called Rymal that went straight east then rose slightly about a quarter mile before reaching the first main street light and intersection of Hamilton.

One winter I was in a hurry to deliver something, just before the incline I was driving toward Hamilton toward the incline at night, there was a snow going on with thick slush on the road. I had enough sense by that time to know the car was pretty 'slippy' and amazed at how well it actually stayed on the road... it reminded me of snowmobiling and so that is how I was driving that night. At that time that on that stretch of highway there were no stop signs or traffic lights, but off to my left I could see a car coming up a street toward the highway (perpendicular) a tiny dot way off. I knew the street and knew that it wasn't connected and I was barrelling along at 60 mph+, I remember testing the breaks and realized that I was not slowing down at all, maybe a slight decline toward 55 but pretty much surfing... as I watched the car lights off in the distance to my left, I noticed it was getting closer and closer to the main highway, but still I 'knew' the road was not connected. So the only thing that I had to worry about was if a car decided to pull out from a driveway, but 'feeling' the time of night and stretch of road, and the fact that 'highway driveway' people tended to check their roads pretty good, I kept motorin' ... as I continued to watch the car, it continued to get closer and closer to the highway... then it became clear to me, there must be a new road there as the car was clearly going to connect with the intersection! By this time I was almost upon the car when it reached the intersection but not close enough to pass it, and then to my horror it started spinning its tires to pull in front of me as I was barrelling down the highway!

I remember doing an instant calculation of 5 seconds, and in that 5 seconds I ran through all my options... I could head to the ditch on the right which would have been one wild card roller coaster ride through someone's field and who knows what when I actually hit the ditch at that speed and angle, or I could crash straight into the back of this car now dead in front of me.... 3.... 2... the thought of passing was also freaking me out because at the time I didn't know if the tires would keep me on the road or if I would slide clear into the other ditch. In the last second just before I was approaching the incline I calculated that the pass would make the most sense, it was all or nothing. As I started to steer I noticed the car stayed very well on the road to my surprise and I would have no problem actually passing at this speed. Just as I was fully entering into the other lane, I could see headlights coming over the incline straight ahead of me... damn! my heart started racing again, I could hear the horns blaring at me, and I was blinded by the light. I said to myself "Well, I gave it my best shot" (or felt it, not sure if I actually said that at the time) and I remember closing my eyes because I knew that this was going to be over very, very shortly.... I KNEW I was 'checking out'... somehow in that last few seconds there was a certain peace, when you know there is nothing else you can do, no time, the cars were dead in front of me, I knew they couldn't stop either... there was no time to think of anything... it was like I just wanted to enjoy those last two seconds and couldn't really decide what to feel, or never really realizing what I had, trying to think what it was going to be like... or the equivalent 'feeling' of all that in one or two seconds...

Then with my eyes closed I waited for that last second, and to my surprise nothing happened! Somehow I had fully passed the cars in front of me and the car beside me and had steered back into my lane and was proceeding up the incline! Now I was really in shock, as I couldn't fathom how I could have just done that. Normally at that time when I reached the light, I would have got out of the car and started beating furiously on the other guy's window... but I couldn't peel my hands off the steering wheel and I was still trying to gain back my breathing at the intersection. I don't know how I managed to get past that car and avoid the oncoming cars that were coming over the hill and steer back into that lane, I just remember counting in my head, 4, 3, 2, 1, decision, triumph, sh**! (no actual words there really) "Well... " and closing my eyes, I remember at the time in that actual instant I wasn't really that scared because I was so "sure" that there was absolutely nothing else I could do by that point in time. I clearly remember resigning' myself to the 'fact' and just 'let go' it was 1 second of conscious awareness I will never forget, thinking "I'm going, I won't be experiencing this anymore..." not really saying it but feeling it... and then when I opened my eyes I was back in my lane continuing on... since that time I think I had 5 or 6 very similar type experiences in the cars I owned. As a kid I always had to always buy an old car and fix it up myself... and being a 'suburban' kid with those 'forever absent' parents, I had to figure out everything myself, everything became an existential 'experiment' After the 5th or 6th (I haven't really ever sat down and gone through them 'formally' but I can guarantee each telling would be very much like the above) I just occasionally remember how unbelievably 'fluky' each one was, and how in each case, there were those brief "few seconds" where the 'dice' were rolling and you know it is totally out of your hands, sometimes it happens so quick I know that I am doing something but it is not actually the conscious 'me' that I know... other times it is just a few seconds of pure anxiety.... then one day I had this weird epiphany... I realized that "I am never going to die in a car"... I call it an 'emotional truth' it just comes out of no where and it has the absolute certainty of truth. It is not like I was trying to convince myself or even thinking about it, it just 'hit me' like suddenly figuring out the answer to a question... a self realization...

And I came to this realization, I also realized I would no longer be able, from that point on to continue in my 'recklessness' (for lack of a better word). I didn't honestly realize just how 'fearless' I was being, but it wasn't a true fearlessness since I was truly naive about what I was doing! Now that I had become fully aware that some 'balancing force' was somehow 'just getting me through' in the last minute (or second), some 'karma' I can't articulate, I knew right then and there, that if I were to proceed with the same abandon, if I didn't take heed, that I would now be violating some code or principle.

I don't know if I am articulating this right!.... i.e. it is one thing to innocently fall into something risky, where you honestly don't know what you are getting into, or forced into, in a sense your natural naivete and balance will naturally 'protect' you, but knowingly going into something high risk with full knowledge and abandon when you have absolutely no reason to is tempting fate, mocking karma, disrespecting that same principle. I just knew that if I didn't heed this new insight, after recognizing that my 'luck' was some kind of 'active force' that was giving me a 'second chance', that whatever this 'thing' was wouldn't be there for me when I really needed it. There is a balance between true naivete and 'balance' that is upset or destroyed when you 'tempt fate'. To 'tempt fate' is to 'trespass on karma' I can never shake this 'belief' its almost like a superstition, but I know what I experienced, and I know I should have been very severely hurt or killed each time...

[Hip Hipnotist]

Too many to mention here... at least as many as your average cat...

so just the latest and greatest:

Massive heart attack and quad bypass surgery. 40% chance of survival. 1.5 years ago. Too many meds to mention or remember.

That 'one' completely changed my life.

Now:

Healthier than ever. NO meds. NO restrictions.

That was truely 'the' wake up call for me with a really, really loud, "HELLO!!"

[sigma6]

Another time I was taking my friends out for one of the first times. I would highly advise parents they should have strict rules about kids getting together and driving in cars, that is a dangerous combination. I lived on a side road off a highway and on the other side right across, one of my friend's lived in a house that had it's own driveway that came to the highway, so we were all there hangin' out when we decided to go for a ride. I am trying to remember how late it was but there was either a darkness coming over or a fog... or some combination visibility wasn't that great. As everyone crowded into the car, I think it was 4 of us, I distinctly remember two who two of my friends were in the car anyway, (Red and Terry) the first thing off, everyone started gabbing and shouting and giving instructions where to go and we hadn't even left the driveway yet!!! (this is why kids need special training, to learn how to always be in 'control' and take responsibility when others are in the vehicle, very important!) Anyhow as we are moving toward the highway, I being the proud and 'generous' host to all my friends and trying to sort through all the cacophony of my friend's chatter to figure out where THEY wanted to go (duh!). At the edge of the highway I stopped for a second, and was still trying to sort out which direction they were saying to go... left or right (like probably McDonalds, etc)

While I was so distracted by all this I stopped at the road and then just decided to go right and started to pull out onto the highway when out of nowhere, this huge transport just filled my windshield, my car must have been less then a foot, and this thing was full tilt, nothing but the roar and then wall to wall transport trailer in my windshield and the stir of mist and airflow blowing past the windshield like a blasting car wash, I could feel it, and see it right in our faces. I had literally just touched the gas and then just instantly let off when this truck came out of nowhere. Normally on this driveway there is no obstruction, it is not like one has to creep forward to see the traffic, yet no one in the car including myself had seen or heard this transport coming. After the truck went by everyone was dead silent. I can't believe that that truck didn't catch the front end of the car. Everyone knew I had every intention of pulling onto the road at that instant and considered myself already on the road when that transport roared past.... Finally someone piped up and everyone started making exclamation and the the chatter started up all over again, and like typical kids we had a good laugh about it and carried on like nothing happened (LOL)

[conk]

Drowned when I was 13. Sat on the bottom of a pond, lungs full of water, thinking it wasn't so bad. Life scenes from my past zoomed by just like the cliche, movie reel style. Someone pulled me out and brought me back.

Managed to avoid a 9mm bullet from a crazed druggie. The gun was pushed deep into my stomach. Still don't know how I talked my way out of that!

Had pistols pointed at me 4 other times.