I suppose I should add a post which relates to the actual point of this thread.
I was an airline pilot, kind of bored with my life, head down in the trough aged fifty. I’d think I’d had some warnings. My blood pressure had been a bit high for some years, but I wasn’t unduly worried by that, or by the thought of failing my annual medical. I went to the gym once a week and got some of my frustrations out by playing the bass guitar. I worked three out of four weeks in the simulator as an examiner, one in the aeroplane.
I wasn’t looking forward to my five days of flying that I had starting the next day, it was one of the busiest I’d ever had. Long story short, I had a stroke.
Even longer story short. My recovery led me to do around three or four years of intense investigation into the topics this forum is interested in. I am a proponent. I think I always believed in God, although I wasn’t brought up in a religious family. I feel closer than I ever have to God. I am not as popular here as I once was, but I’m feeling quite alright about that, I’m a stroppy Scot/South African/Earth Being.
I mentioned an interesting personal experience, I ought to maybe describe it. I’m not a person that had anything unusual happen while growing up or anything. A few months after the stroke I felt the need to start meditating every day, a practise I kept up during the ‘investigation’.
Anyway, one day I was meditating while feeling deep sorrow for a friend of mine, who was deeply troubled by things that were occurring around him. After about an hour and a bit, I had the strangest thing happen. I describe it as being like a sausage machine in my head, suddenly spelling out the letters of a name, which was Helen Strickland. I never had such a thing before or since.
I googled the name, and the first thing I saw was the name of a Cognitive Behavioural Therapist
by that name. Unfortunately, she was in Bournemouth, while my friend was in Manchester. So it was a non-starter. Interesting, nevertheless.
I now stick mainly to being a thorn in the moderators sides, by posting mainly in the hidden forums.
One of the things that I am fascinated by, and I personally think points to ‘consciousness continuing’, are NDEs. So I cut Tim a load of slack for being a bit dim on other things!
Only kidding. I consider many of this forums members my pals, in spite of our egos sometimes flexing their stuff!
I was an airline pilot, kind of bored with my life, head down in the trough aged fifty. I’d think I’d had some warnings. My blood pressure had been a bit high for some years, but I wasn’t unduly worried by that, or by the thought of failing my annual medical. I went to the gym once a week and got some of my frustrations out by playing the bass guitar. I worked three out of four weeks in the simulator as an examiner, one in the aeroplane.
I wasn’t looking forward to my five days of flying that I had starting the next day, it was one of the busiest I’d ever had. Long story short, I had a stroke.
Even longer story short. My recovery led me to do around three or four years of intense investigation into the topics this forum is interested in. I am a proponent. I think I always believed in God, although I wasn’t brought up in a religious family. I feel closer than I ever have to God. I am not as popular here as I once was, but I’m feeling quite alright about that, I’m a stroppy Scot/South African/Earth Being.
I mentioned an interesting personal experience, I ought to maybe describe it. I’m not a person that had anything unusual happen while growing up or anything. A few months after the stroke I felt the need to start meditating every day, a practise I kept up during the ‘investigation’.
Anyway, one day I was meditating while feeling deep sorrow for a friend of mine, who was deeply troubled by things that were occurring around him. After about an hour and a bit, I had the strangest thing happen. I describe it as being like a sausage machine in my head, suddenly spelling out the letters of a name, which was Helen Strickland. I never had such a thing before or since.
I googled the name, and the first thing I saw was the name of a Cognitive Behavioural Therapist
by that name. Unfortunately, she was in Bournemouth, while my friend was in Manchester. So it was a non-starter. Interesting, nevertheless.
I now stick mainly to being a thorn in the moderators sides, by posting mainly in the hidden forums.
One of the things that I am fascinated by, and I personally think points to ‘consciousness continuing’, are NDEs. So I cut Tim a load of slack for being a bit dim on other things!
Only kidding. I consider many of this forums members my pals, in spite of our egos sometimes flexing their stuff!
Oh my God, I hate all this.