7:30 a.m – driving to work. An RCMP neighbour was behind me, also heading to work.
A six-point stag appeared, in mid air, and landed in front of me. At 120 km per hour, while climbing a steep incline off a major river, this did not compute.
I hit him.
The car careened off the road. I flew through the air over a very steep embankment. Somewhere at the bottom, I would again feel land.
I knew I was going to die. I dreaded the pain that was inevitable. Suddenly, I thought, “NOW I AM GOING TO KNOW! I AM GOING TO GOD!” and surrendered to death.
A strong, clear, sensed message came immediately, “You don’t go anywhere to be with me. I am here now, always have been and always will be.” And I fainted.
I don’t remember landing after rolling several times. The car had been stopped by huge spruce trees. When I ‘came to’, moments later, I was right-side-up in a flattened Bronco II, sitting firmly secured by my seat belt in the driver’s seat. There was no glass in any of the windows.
As a trained Hospice Companion who has read many stories about near-death experiences, I suspected I may be dead and not know it. I pinched myself and patted my body. Then I heard the ridiculous ad that was playing on the radio. I reached over, shut off the radio and knew I was alive.
Miraculously, I crawled out of the vechicle through the passenger door. It actually opened. When I emerged, voices cheered above me. I looked up to find a line-up of vehicles and people yelling questions. “Are you alone?” shouted one woman in a flowing angelic moo-moo as she clung to her open RV door.
“Just me and the angels!” I shouted back.
After a stint at the Hospital to make certain my internal organs were unscathed and to make sure the after-effects of shock were not going to plague me, I went to work. I had an important Board Meeting at noon that day. I was there, waiting for the Trustees to arrive.
Hospital staff warned me that I would be covered in bruises the next day. They said my seat belt’s position would leave me with a temporary tattoo. They warned that I may not be able to walk the next day.
That night, I went to bed and performed Therapeutic Touch on myself through visualization. I thanked God for the incredible message that assured me of His Presence. I prayed that I would awaken refreshed and unhurt.
The next day, I got up in a state of awe. I was not stiff. I did not hurt. I had only ONE bruise – on the top of my hand by my wrist.
Was that because I was fit? Was it because I took Greens Plus and Grape Seed Extract? Was it because I gave myself Therapeutic Touch? All of those aspects of my lifestyle helped tremendously.
BUT so did one wondrous miracle. I have no doubt that God, with all the “host of helpers”, orchestrated whatever divine intervention that was needed to spare me.
I have no memory of the horrific plunge down that steep bank. I had no physical damage to my body. I was given proof of God’s interventionist love and care for me. Not only was I cared for in every way, I have been given a message that truly is etched in my Soul.
It’s a message that sustains me repeatedly.