Dantes Revenge
Caldari
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Posted - 2009.01.02 22:09:00 -
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My dad died in 1986 in hospital. He had been suffering from Leukhemia and it was not detected until it was too late so he was not expected to live. On the night he died at 4am, I woke feeling a sudden emptiness around me like I had suddenly been shut in a totally dark, empty room and a cold shudder crossed over me. The police arrived at my door to inform me at 6am and the only thing I said to them was "I already know, I felt it at 4am this morning" before they had even opened their mouths to speak. They looked startled and told me that he had died at 4am precisely. The WPC looked at me a bit strangely and they left saying only their goodbyes.
About 4 nights later, I was laying in bed, not fully asleep but in a half sleep, still fully aware of what was going on in the house. I suddenly felt that feeling you get as a kid when your parents are in the house. A kind of peaceful safety and saw myself driting into somewhere really wierd. From that point, it's really hard to describe in words what I saw and felt. Colours that were undescribeable but all my senses were rolled into one, and they could not only be seen but tasted, felt and heard. Nearby was a rock pool with water flowing in a small waterfall but it was not coming from anywhere and wasn't going anywhere, it just flowed. The rocks were soft and warm but, once again, every sense allowed me to taste and even hear them. I never actually saw my father but I could feel his presence but I could also feel many others as well all around, and through me like I was part of a massive conscious mind made up of everyone who has ever died.
Anyone who has ever seen DS9 will recognise Odo the shape changer. When he visits his home planet and joins a massive pool of others like him. Imagine that as a single conscious mind made up of millions of individual minds. That's pretty much what it felt like to me. This has nothing to do with me remembering things I've seen, DS9 wasn't screened until quite a few years after 1986. It did make me wonder if others have had this same sensation after the death of a close relative.
When I woke up, it struck me that maybe my father came back and took my unconscious mind to show me where he was now. I still believe that to this day.
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There's a simple difference between kinky and perverted. Kinky is using a feather to get her in the mood. Perverted is using the whole chicken.
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