07 April, 2010
Mrs. Lemov was in hospital for an operation - nothing major but something which had to be carried out. Everything appeared to go well until, that is, she was returned to her hospital room. In Iris's words:
"I was brought back to my room after surgery and was speaking to my nurse, when a strange separated feeling between my body and my brain occurred. High above my body I floated wondering why so many doctors were around the bed."
Her heart actually stopped beating, she looked down on her pale face and then everything went black.
The next thing she recalled was being in a black tunnel, there was a light at the end of it - sound familiar? She continued:
"I felt frightened and excited as I neared the end of the tunnel. I felt peace, without pain and free. The light at the end of the tunnel was bright but easy on my eyes."
Once through the light, "It was a sight to behold. There was velvety green grass and calmness. Music coming from nowhere made me feel comfortable and I began to feel as if I belonged. I saw figures coming towards me who called my name. This man with a white beard told me to go back and said, 'Your family needs you, enjoy your life.' This beautiful man was my grandfather who died two years before I was born."
Iris added, "If we could all have the opportunity of seeing my valley during the course of our lifetime, how much more purposeful our lives would be."
Though Iris Lemov had been technically dead she survived and returned to full health. There does appear to be a right time for life and for death.
There are countless similar stories of Near Death Experiences (NDEs) on record. Many in the medical profession, however, put these down to some sort of psychological, chemical or biological action (see here). The mind or brain, they reckon, simply plays a trick on us - but why would this happen? For what purpose?
I remember reading somewhere of a medical nurse who sometimes saw apparitions at the time prior to her patients dying. She saw figures and in one instance the patient, who was clinging to life, smiled and said that she had just been visited by her dead sister. This tied in exactly with what the nurse had witnessed.
Like so many things about our lives it is up to us to decide what we wish to believe.
06 April, 2010
05 April, 2010
Following this, a few weeks later, children at Ballydesmond, County Cork, claimed that they saw a statue move in the local church. This went on to cause a chain reaction of such incidents.
I didn't think too much about this and put it down to imagination or tricks of the light. Optical illusions are quite easy to perfect. I've now found out, however, that statues and paintings have been accredited with movement throughout the ages. Such stories go back to the days of Plato and Aristotle in Greece and also the Ancient Egyptians.
So could there possibly be any truth in these sort of happenings?
By chance / coincidence I read about how the English playwright and novelist Somerset Maugham had reported his experience of seeing a moving head on a statue of Christ - in a newspaper article back in the late 50's.
Maugham said at the time that if he were under oath in a court of law and was asked whether this happened he would have to answer, "Yes." It impacted on him sufficiently for him to record the date of when he saw this: April 20, 1958.
I then read in Rosalind Heywood's The Infinite Hive of how she saw a figure in a picture move and talk.
Heywood was trying to get two people to connect: a doctor and 'a saintly old man' but somehow they weren't getting on as well as she had hoped. She was with them in the old man's house when he took the doctor upstairs to see his library. She stayed by the fire by herself pondering how these two people seemed to be from completely different worlds.
She then writes, "On the wall in front of me there hung a picture of some wise man of the past and suddenly he leant out of the frame and said, 'If those two were to meet in the sense you want them to on your level, they would lose their individuality. But they will be able to do so and yet retain it when they reach ours.'"
Heywood says she wasn't tired and can see no psychological reason for the 'illusion'. The picture purely answered a question she was intently thinking about.
I guess most of us are sceptical about such stories but could such illusions - if that is what they are - be actually caused by our own minds projecting onto religious icons? Sometimes we see what we want to see.
Most of the statues and paintings which move (or cry, talk or bleed) have a religious context. Is it us simply looking for answers? This in turn makes us see what we need/want to see to help us along the way.
04 April, 2010
03 April, 2010
More Readers' Coincidence Stories:
A Coincidence Helps Him Buy A Discount Television
A Meeting In Far Away Places
A Wrong Righted By A Coincidence
02 April, 2010
Today I'm following both of these themes with the story of how Abraham Lincoln saw a doppelganger of himself. I came across this on Wikipedia and it is a quote from the book Washington in Lincoln's Time by Noah Brooks*.
Noah Brooks claims that he heard this directly from Lincoln in 1864. The following is the quote from Brooks which is supposedly in Abraham Lincoln's own words.
"It was just after my election in 1860, when the news had been coming in thick and fast all day and there had been a great "hurrah, boys," so that I was well tired out, and went home to rest, throwing myself down on a lounge in my chamber.
Opposite where I lay was a bureau with a swinging glass upon it (and here he got up and placed furniture to illustrate the position), and looking in that glass I saw myself reflected nearly at full length; but my face, I noticed had two separate and distinct images, the tip of the nose of one being about three inches from the tip of the other.
I was a little bothered, perhaps startled, and got up and looked in the glass, but the illusion vanished. On lying down again, I saw it a second time, plainer, if possible, than before; and then I noticed that one of the faces was a little paler — say five shades — than the other.
I got up, and the thing melted away, and I went off, and in the excitement of the hour forgot all about it — nearly, but not quite, for the thing would once in a while come up, and give me a little pang as if something uncomfortable had happened.
When I went home again that night I told my wife about it, and a few days afterward I made the experiment again, when (with a laugh), sure enough, the thing came back again; but I never succeeded in bringing the ghost back after that, though I once tried very industriously to show it to my wife, who was somewhat worried about it. She thought it was a 'sign' that I was to be elected to a second term of office, and that the paleness of one of the faces was an omen that I should not see life through the last term.
*Noah Brooks was a California journalist who arrived in Washington in 1862. He first met Lincoln in Illinois five years earlier, and they apparently renewed their friendship during the war years. Brooks, who claimed a close intimate relationship with Lincoln, first published these recollections of Lincoln in 1895.
Famous Coincidences: Abraham Lincoln
Famous Precognitive Dreams: Abraham Lincoln
The Ghost Of Abraham Lincoln Walks The White House
Some people believe that seeing one's own doppelganger is an omen of death
01 April, 2010
My wife and I were in our hotel about to have our evening meal when in walked the double of my friend - someone I had known for over 30 years.
My wife and I looked at each other and both said, "Doesn't he look like Colin."
To be honest it felt very unsettling when this man sat down on his own quite near our table. In a way I wanted to find an excuse to talk to him but then I felt I shouldn't. I couldn't, however, stop looking at him.
When the waiter came over to the man it was if I was dreaming. Colin had a habit of putting two fingers of his right hand in his top pocket when he was slightly nervy. This is exactly what this duplicate did as he placed his order for a drink.
After a few days the double went away. I almost felt relieved. Then, as we were at Tenerife airport to fly back to England, there he was waiting for the same flight as us. This particular flight was heading for Bristol where Colin was born - an airport we don't normally return to when returning home.
The Advantage Of Being Mistaken For Someone Else