Then I saw a small round light about the size of a baseball in the distance. Then I recognized this light as a child would recognize a parent. It was the "Ones" who created me. The "Ones" who had created the life of me.
In 1978, I woke up one morning with complete amnesia. I had no
memories of who I was. I had understanding of being in a physical
body. I had no understanding of how I got to be in the body. It was
a gradual process to remember what the "gravity body" was about. I
was laying in a bed. I got up and walked through a hallway to a
living room. There was a woman sitting in a chair. I started
recalling vague memories of her. I said to her,
"I know you don't I?"
"That is a fine thing to say to your Mother. Good morning to you too Son."
That is how I began my adult life. I was 18 years old and I had no clear understanding of who I was. I could remember traveling to a far off realm in another type of galaxy - or what I called a "realm of reality" beyond this one.
That morning I could recall driving in a car. I could not recall if it was the night before, a few weeks prior, or if it was a few months prior. I could recall driving the car at a fast rate of speed. I thought the memory was odd - because it seemed extremely dangerous. In fact, it was dangerous because I could recall the car traveling off the road and hitting a ditch in a cotton field. When it came to a stop, I recalled I had died and became a ghost for awhile. I tried to tell this to the woman who called herself my Mother. She hadn't heard of me having a car accident. I was very suspicious of this woman because of that. I could not remember her, BUT - I could recall bouncing around in a car through a cotton field with glass and metal flying around me. How I did live to survive and tell about it was beyond me to understand or comprehend at that time.
I remembered looking down at my body when the car finished rolling. I was covered in blood. I screamed out, "God help me." Then it seemed as if I blinked my eyes and I was standing outside of the wrecked car. There was metal and wheels still falling from the sky. I saw a wheel bounce to the ground and take off rolling. There was steam coming from the front of the car. I could not tell where the hood or the trunk was by the sight of the metal. (It happened in the dead of night. I could only tell by the steam coming from the engine.) I thought it was odd that I had been in the car one second and outside the next second. My mind was racing to trying understand what had happened. I thought I had been thrown from the car and miraculously survived. Then I heard a voice telling me that I was in fact dead.
I looked down at my body and it was glowing. I thought it was glowing because I was naked. I had no clothes on. I thought the moon was shinning so bright it was making my body appear white beyond normal.
I thought it was strange to be "dead" and have some voice whispering in my ear that I was dead. I was trying to figure out where the voice was coming from and at the same time, I was curious about what was in the car. The voice told me to look in the car to see my "dead body." I said, "No thank you. If I am outside of that body - I don't want to see it again. It was covered in blood."
That is when I realized - I was a ghost hovering, (not standing) outside my wrecked car. I thought to myself, I am in a fine mess. I wrecked my car, lost my clothes, and on top of that to boot -- I lost my body. How was I going to explain this to my Mother. I thought I was going to have to walk (or fly) home and try and explain my situation to a Mother who was sure to be upset. (I was recalled the past events prior to meeting the woman who called herself my Mother. Even though I could recall having thoughts about her - I couldn't recall her when I woke up in the body again.)
I was getting used to the idea of being outside of a body. I was so free and at ease with myself. I felt so much calm and peace as if I didn't have a care in the world. Then I started hearing things ramble around in the dark of the night around me. Then I started seeing red eyes pop up out of the darkness. I started hearing growling. I shouted out again by instinct.
"Gawd HELP me!"
As I said this something shot out of my mid section. It was like a silvery rope. It took off flying to the heavens. As the rope shot up and outward creatures of the night started toward me. Thousands of them were coming out of the darkness. I started climbing what seemed like a stairway. It seemed as if I was on an invisible escalator. The creatures couldn't raise above the pull of gravity. It seemed like I was flying above them. I was trying to resist the climb upwards. I wanted to fight these creatures now that I knew I had an advantage over them. I could swoop down on them and knock them each in the head. I had light coming out of me and if I allowed the light to hit them on the head they disappeared. I was ready to fight them all one by one. Then a voice told me to relax and get ready to leave this world for another world. I looked upward and saw a light show swirling in the heavens. I was the most spectacular sight I had ever seen. I just relaxed and sat in awe as the escalator took me upward. I got closer to what seemed like a veil of body of watery substance. The light was flashing above the veiled like watery partition.
As I broke through the surface - I started recalling this "realm of reality."
"HOME! HOME! My Goodness. HOME! How in the world could I forget this place. I am going home."
Then I saw a small round light about the size of a baseball in the distance. Then I recognized this light as a child would recognize a parent. It was the "Ones" who created me. The "Ones" who had created the life of me. It was Mom/Dad. The light was the creation of who I was. I started running toward the light and it seemed as if I was running through a tunnel toward a speeding locomotive. The light was embracing me as much as I was reaching out to embrace it.
That it the most I could remember the morning I woke up with amnesia. That was why it was so strange to have the physical woman call herself my Mother. I could recall embracing a light which carried a feeling of unconditional love and understanding. The physical woman could NOT compare to the love I felt in the embrace of that light.
I went around a week trying to find someone who would or could confirm I had been in a automobile accident. No one would tell me what had happened.
A week later I was sitting at a parking lot thinking and trying to remember memories. A Police officer pulled up and started talking to me. He had known me prior to the accident and amnesia. I told him my problem. People were telling me that I wasn't in an accident and hadn't died when I knew I had. The Police officer said he would investigate the scene where I described the accident. He told me to meet him the next night.
When I did his mouth was dragging the ground. He told me,
"Dave - if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes - I wouldn't believe it. It is just as you described. I even saw where the tire hit the ground like you said - and left a trail rolling away."
He said he had no problem believing I had died - and by an act of a miracle beyond comprehension - I was back in my body again. He said that him and all his colleagues studied the accident scene and they had no doubt they were looking at the aftermath of a true miraculous event.
Every thing was there in the cotton field except for my car and my "dead body." The car had been traveling at over 120 MPH and left an imprint in the dirt several feet deep. You could tell the make and model of my car by the impression it left in the dirt.
The Officer wanted to go public with his findings back in 1978. I asked him to keep it under his hat. I was having a hard time dealing with the amnesia. I didn't know how or WHO had put me back in the body. I had an idea but the memories where gone. I told the Police Officer,
"Until I can come to terms with what happened myself -- I will not be in the mood to talk about it to strangers - when ever one in the world is a stranger to me -- including my own family. I have to find people I can really trust first."
Through the years - I tried to put the mystery of the car accident out of my mind and go on with my life. The year was 1978 and no one had heard of the "near death experience" much less a full blown miraculous recovery.
Two years later I watched a movie titled "Resurrection." The main character in the movie endured much of what I had to endure during those years including the suspicious attitude of fundamental minds. Too much politics going on in religion.
What I can remember of the "death" is that it was a trip home. The love there was unconditional and eternal. We are but in a temporary absence from the light of eternity. From what I recall - the Light is not for the few or the many, it is for the all. We are all working our way toward a higher evolution of spiritual consciousness.