Greetings!
When I was 2 (almost 3) years old, I got severely burnt by a pot of coffee percolating on the stove that got knocked over on top of me. My parent’s and I were at the neighbor’s who were having a farewell party for us. We were to be moving from California back to the Midwest where my parent’s were from before my dad entered the Navy.
When it happened, I remember seeing my hand reach for a red ball in the corner where the stove meets the wall and then, nothing. My dad, in recounting the story to me as an adult, said that I went into shock. He and my mom drove me to the emergency room. My dad told this part of the story very dramatically. He was driving very fast in a panic and of course got pulled over. He was not happy about this nor with the attitude of the officer but at least he didn’t get a ticket for speeding! : )
The second memory after the red ball is of the emergency room where I am watching two people work on a little girl that looks like me. She is on a gurney. I am watching from the corner of the curtained off area.
The third memory is of waking up in a hospital crib with something bulky wrapped around my stomach. I remember feeling surprised to be there, almost like “Oh! I’m here!”
This is the gist of the story. Growing up, I never questioned it nor why my perspective changed from watching my hand reach for the ball to suddenly watching from a nearby corner of the curtained off ER room to then being in a crib. It wasn’t until I was an older kid that I realized the puzzlement of the perspective changes of the three memories – inside of myself, outside of myself, inside of myself. I then decided that the middle memory wasn’t of me but of another kid in the ER. I was satisfied with this solution until I became an adult and realized just how ridiculous this was. What ER allows a 2 year old to wander around watching the goings on in other rooms? Where were my parents? They definitely weren’t standing there with me watching. This conundrum bothered me for years and years. It wasn’t until I read about OOBE’s (Out-Of-Body-Experiences) that I finally had an explanation. OOBE’s have been known to spontaneously happen due to shock, trauma, accidents, surgeries, etc.
This is my earliest memory of a spiritual nature. I believe it helped to open the door for me between the physical and the non-physical. This door stayed open to varying degrees for the rest of my life as I slowly experienced more and more of the spiritual in the physical. I think many of us have things like this happen to us and we wave them away, explain them away, as I did to myself. Go back and examine your childhood. What strange, unexplainable memories do you have? Maybe you might find a spiritual explanation for them now.
Love in the Light of God, Dawn
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