You know, I’ve had my fair share of experiences. I mean, I’m trans and that in itself brings a lot of possibilities. I’ve lived as a “man”, I’m living as a woman. I had the chance to live through the transition between those two drawers. A lot of fun, I tell ya.
I also meditate a lot and it seems I’m very “open” to visions and other experiences in that realm. I’ve surely written about them on this substack somewhere…
But, what happened last weekend, was a new highlight, even for me. I was out with my kids and the camper van. We were on a playground. Well, the kids were, I was chilling in the van. I’ve been having a cold for a few days. Not as bad as other people get it, but I was not feeling 100%, more like 90%. My son was throwing up in the bed the day before, so there was something in the air, too.
Ok, I’ve been chilling in the van and I could watch myself getting weaker all afternoon. Up until the point, when I told my kids, that I’d like to leave, because I was feeling bad. Of course they had to take some pictures of horses and we got delayed further. After I had them finally strapped in on their seat, we started our journey home.
About two kilometers away from home, I had to stop the van because my fine motor skills were rapidly declining and I was almost unable to steer the van. I didn’t want to cause an accident involving my kids, so this was my only choice. I dragged myself to the bed in the back of the van, barely able to walk and lay down.
I felt a surge of energy rising from my stomach area into my body. It went upwards and downwards. It was quite an intense experience. I could move my arms and hands, but my fingers were stiff. My kids were helpful and brought me water, a blanket, a cushion and my smartphone. I thought about, if I’d call someone and if so, who. A normal person might have called an ambulance, fearing a heart attack or a stroke. Not me. I knew inside, it would pass.
So I gave it a few more minutes, maybe I could scream it out, or cry, or let the energy out another way it wanted to. But my kids were with me and I didn’t want to scare them, so my options were limited. After a few minutes without improvement, I called my partner. She arrived shortly after my call with her mother and took us home with me lying in the back of the van. I could not imagine sitting up.
At home, I dragged myself out of the van into the bed. I was feeling a little better, but still overwhelmed by the energy. Some time later I went to the bathroom and threw up a few times. After that, I was still somewhat groggy, but I was back in control.
