Waking up in my room, hearing voices all round me, it seems never
ending. Outside everyone was racing to get somewhere or do something. There is
a mid-size window by my bed that I look out to see what the weather is like
today. I hear a voice calling out my name, “Anne, Anne Temple… she was
looking at my wrist band. I’m Nancy, how are you feeling today? I’m your nurse
this morning. Would you like to clean up before breakfast?” I looked up at
her smiling, thank you Nancy. She looks at me with a smile asking, “How’s
your pain level today between 1- 10?” Telling her it is around an 8, she
swiftly goes to the cart and gets me some meds, “this will help the
pain”, she says as she smiles at me.
A few days ago I came here to have another operation. The Doctor
had told me yesterday there had been some complications. He wanted me to stay
for a few more days. After the surgery I had these foggy images, a feeling of
being connected, peaceful and loved. I had no idea why I felt so peaceful at a
soul level. Physically I was in pain, hated this room, yet with all this, I was
feeling loved. I knew everything would be fine. After a while Nancy came back
in to help me clean up and then bring my breakfast. My Mother walked in, asking
“how are you feeling today?” her tone was calm, but her face seemed very
trouble. “You remember anything after the surgery Anne?” I looked at
her, trying to eat a bit of my breakfast and answering ‘No Mom, but everything
is going to be fine, I just know.’ Mom looked puzzled. “They told me
you’re in a lot of pain. We almost lost you. Your Doctor said there is a chance
you won’t walk again.” I smiled as I was finishing my breakfast, ‘I want
to tell you something I remember Mom.’ She sat down, ‘Mom, you want some of my
breakfast? I can’t eat any more.’ She replied “No, try to eat as much as
you can sweetheart.”
Soon after Nancy took my breakfast away, and as I was looking at my Mother I said, ‘I want to talk with you about something. It’s still foggy. I’m afraid if I don’t tell someone I
will forget.’ My Mother being a patience woman just winked at me and listened.
I started talking, ‘Mom during the surgery it was as if time stood still. When
the Anesthesiologist put me to sleep I remember him asking me to count backward
from 100 and then I was sleep. This time it was a lot different. I usually
remember nothing and wake up in the recovery room. I’m not sure how to explain
or why or how it was different.’ My Mom looked at me, “what do you mean
honey?” I continue to talk as she listened. ‘It was like a dream yet so
very genuine. I was in this wonderful place. It felt loving, peaceful and warm;
connected to everything. I had this feeling like someone was whispering to me
“Telling me just to wait, not to be afraid.” I want to say it seemed like there
was light around me, yet it was more than that, Mom. I felt like people were
around reassuring me not to worry. One time I heard in the distances some
voices that seemed panic-ed, but they were outside this place. The people
around me just held me closer. It seemed as if they did not want me to connect
with the distress. I was in awe; I felt no pain, just warmth and a loving
touch. Then the time started to more again. The others around me gently let go,
telling me I would be fine and not to worry. I felt the warmth slowly moving
away. Then I was in the recovery room. The nurses told me strongly to keep
awake. It was cold and not all the warmth or peace as it had been. What do you
think Mom?’
My Mom just looked at me asking only one question: “Did you feel like you knew these people?” I replied, ‘Yes, I don’t know who they were, but I felt they were a part of
me.’ She smiled, “Anne, I went through something like this, yet I was
floating and I saw the Doctors, Nurses, everyone panic-ed and I felt the warmth,
love and yet not connected to my body.” I asked her, ‘When did this
happen?’ She said, “When I was having your sister Margaret. We both almost
died.” I felt so connected to my Mom. I am glad I told her. She just sat
there and smiled. After this experience, I wasn’t afraid of death, I know there
was a place with love, warmth, no judgment and peace. I know this was a Journey
into the Light. My Mother’s journey was a little different, yet we both knew it
was the same place.
This is one of my experiences, Into the Light. Many people have gone through their journey and returned to share the peace, warmth and love, which I believe, is a connection
to a deeper soul level that all of us will receive. We are never alone; this
light connects each of us to each other. Enjoy your journey, for the peace I
feel, we all will receive.
Blessings -Anne