At the age of 15 me and friends used to swim in a whitewater river with strong currents that was normally the domain of kayaks. This was highly dangerous but we managed to keep our little “sports” activity a secret. At one point we got arrogant and started sliding through the shafts of some hydraulic power plant into the whirling waters on the other side of the facility. I knew I overdid it when one day I got pulled into a suction or whirl from which it seemed I could not escape. No matter how hard I tried I could not reach the ledge or any other place in the current. I gasped, swallowed water, tried surfacing but was losing power. I had been in these waters many times before but had always known to avoid this particular area because of it’s suction. This time I had slid to through the shaft in a manner that I could not avoid the area. And now I was drowning and I knew it. My life flashed before my eyes, different pictures and scenes from my life which made me realize how much I cherished life, even though I may not have realized it while out of danger. None of my friends were around, the one I had swam with was already quarter of a mile ahead. In my last moments I directed my attention toward some higher power and gasped: “Alright, I really, really need some help here. I promise never to swim here again. I cant make it out of here alone, please help me. Please help me!”
In that instant of agony a luminous and warm presence and peacefulness engulfed me. I was still drowning but I was no longer in panic. I felt completely at ease. I stopped struggling against the current and my attention softened and noticed the surroundings again. Some invisible force began moving my entire body out of the whirl and toward the ledge, where I calmly grabbed it and pulled myself up, back to the ground.
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