Fruitbat,
Demons. I wonder if when we are born, there are no demons. As life goes or the act of living, is similar to some demonic rite whereas we conjure them up from our internal energies derived from emotion and experience. Since they are of and born from ourselves, we should be able to identify their weakness and in the long or short term slowly deny them the food or energy to exist and the act of doing so will release us from the very chains that bounded Jacob Marley.
I see the post you made as being tough to do. An explanation derived through self introspection. That is a difficult endeavour to accomplish much lest get it right.
I will take this opportunity to tell you about my foray into introspection and perhaps a bit of an explanation as to the fracas that has taken place over the past three years with Linda.
On March the 3rd of 2005, I was with my boss at the time in a place called Toughkenamon Pennsylvania on a job. We were at a Verizon depot picking up some vehicles that required repair. I had been going through a good deal of stress over a legal situation that had been going on for years so needless to say, I smoked too much, didn't get enough sleep and in short, felt like I was on high alert 24/7. This had been going on for years.
After we were loaded on the truck with the equipment, I felt funny with a twinge in my chest, like I pulled a muscle. We ended up turning around and going back for we apparently forgot something we needed to take, more like they forgot to tell us when we were there.
After we arrived back where we started, my boss went inside the secured building. He told me to stay in the truck and rest since I was complaining about this twinge and not feeling at all well. He was inside and I started feeling worse. I went to try and get inside the building and could not find a way in. I went to the garage door thinking he was inside...hoping he was inside since the equipment would have been there...and banging on the door. As I was looking through the window, I saw him coming and I slowly slid down the door and onto the ground. I told him to call for an ambulance and I was asking for aspirin. The supervisor only had Tylenol which I refused. They called for an ambulance.
Toughkenamon is in the middle of nowhere in a sense. It might look like it isn't when viewing on a map but where the location was is beautiful countryside where you can look up one side and down the other in a valley populated with farms, beautiful really but when you are waiting for an ambulance...an eternity passes.
All my life I had a recurring dream, a feeling, that I would die alone, no one around. The only one there was my boss Fred. I wouldn't let go of his hand. Inside I knew that if I did, I wouldn't be here anymore. When the ambulance finally arrived, they were quick to get me inside....I had to let go of his hand. I was slowly resigning myself to the fact that this was it. They sprayed nitro in my mouth under my tongue....no effect. I could hear them talking to the hospital...over 10 miles away and it didn't sound good. They were prepping for my arrival. I heard the word cardiologist was not on hand. I heard there was no bed (trauma room) available and they were making one ready and meanwhile, I kept getting sprays of nitro under my tongue. The pain was becoming unbearable and felt as if I would go out of my mind. I tried to perform relaxing techniques for meditation but my concentration was not there. Eventually, we arrived.
I was wheeled into the waiting trauma room. The ER doctor came in eventually and it was a mad house....no EKG machine...just a crash cart. The Doctor asked for a pair of scissors to cut my blue jeans off and I said I could do it. He looked at me and said, "Are you sure?" and I said yes. I got the jeans off and by this time, two nurses were there with the EKG and I briefly saw a crash cart coming towards my bed. I rolled to my side and said I was going to be sick. I threw up into the nurses hand. As I stared at my vomit in her hands, I heard someone screaming "code blue" as I rolled on my back.
The next thing I remember is sitting in a chair and watching the Doctor straddling my body and performing CPR with a nurse rushing in with some kind of blue bag. I said to myself, "this is not good" so I looked up to the ceiling and I was transported to a room that was all white.
Needless to say, I had an experience. One that some call an NDE or a close to death experience. The short version is, I had no pain. the excruciating pain was gone and I felt better than I had felt in a very long time. It was a time for deep personal introspection, the kind where you can't bullshit yourself. The reality of the situation, whatever it is, is profound. I remember sitting there and hearing noise behind me. In front of me was a white wall with a white circle slowly beginning to form. I thought about my children, my parents, my ex-wife, my family...everything in my life that I should have corrected and I thought how I never told Kim how I felt about her. All my fears that were unfounded. Things I always had the power to change and didn't for I used excuses to justify not doing anything. I how was at fault in my relationships and I how could have corrected it, sometimes with a simple word. I was my own worst judge and then, I felt as if I knew I would be returning in another life to learn all these things. The noise was getting louder in the front and the noise in the rear was waning. As the light became very bright, the noise became clear and a voice said, "It is not your time yet". At that, the noise became louder behind me, I felt disoriented, ill and confused and some of the pain returning in my chest. The noise became very loud in my left ear and I thought I was on a telephone. I reasoned...no...I can't be..I was at Verizon....I was in a hospital....I think...I would pay real money for whomever it is shouting in my ear to shut up....about that time I could make out that it was someone saying in my ear...loudly...that I was going on a helicopter ride and I would be alright. I turned my head looked at her and cried and said , "Thank You" and I repeated it several times for at that moment I knew that I could change what I saw but eventually, I wondered...why? ....why me? Why would I be given a second chance? Why did I deserve a second chance? And what was I supposed to do with it?
One of the things I asked Linda was,...."Do you know why I came back, what was the reason, what am I supposed to do?" And she said she knew. I would tell her, most times, I didn't want to know but in the end when I asked her sitting in McDonald's in July of 2011 what it was she knew, she said she didn't know anything. After all those years of her telling me that she knew why I didn't die she couldn't answer for she didn't really know.
How would you have felt? I could go on with the introspection part of it but will if you wish to hear it but is it necessary? Is it really essential to say what has happened because of it? The result is, I suffered a good deal of trauma in them saving my life. I had TMI strokes in my brain that resulted in memory loss. The cracked my chest from the CPR. They pumped 350 cc of blood from my stomach and the whites of my eyes turned purple due to the capillaries breaking.
I wouldn't want to go through it again but I am glad I did.
Mikado