‘….3, 2, 1 …yes she’s under.’
A rapid pulling and a sensation of release as she felt her consciousness leave the broken body on the operating table. Detached from the drama in the sterile and white Theatre, she was aware of floating and looking down on the scene unfolding, watching events as through a curtain of gauze. The urgency of the doctors gathered around the body, her body, barely clinging to life as the machines whirred into action. She wanted to shout out and tell them it was alright, she was free! The voice of authority cutting through the intensity of the scene, ‘She’s going into arrest, stand clear…’
An intense pulsing flash as the volts from the defibrillator surged through her body, and as her body convulsed she saw a tunnel of pure white light, so clear and bright, pure like the driven snow and the light began crystallising and refracting a myriad of rainbow colours. Her awareness left the emergency room and focussed on the intensity of the light, which began to envelope her. In the midst of the light the outline of a man began to materialise, his hand outstretched in welcome, calling her name. Ellis became aware of her hand, stretching out to meet his and her eyes connected with his deep cobalt blue stare and a feeling of joy as recognition of the man began sweeping over her. As their fingers touched there was a charge of electricity, little blue sparks of light, and then a tremendous noise like a sonic rush and they were pulled out of the white light and travelling at huge velocity along a tunnel of oscillating multi coloured stars.
Then they were there, but there was nowhere…
A realization of being without a solid human body, the man and she were numinous light bodies, floating, merging, at one with each other. A myriad of multi-faceted, swirling, vaporous colours all around. An incredible Lightness of Being and an understanding of being one’s true self at one’s highest octave, pure spirit. She felt a sense of being part of all that is, all that ever was, and all that would ever be, as her Consciousness expanded into infinite space.
The man was moving gracefully. Swirling her ecstatically, around and around in a beautiful waltz. Dancing in the Light of Love.There they were, just two spirits dancing in the light, living in the moment. She was part of him just as he was of her, and they were no longer separate entities, but one Being becoming the Light. The feelings were so sublime, almost unbearably beautiful. In the Light they became One in bliss. He looked deeply into her very soul and his thoughts resonated within her and she knew everything else was an illusion and this was the truth.
Then everything began closing in and she was aware of being pulled again, the light began fading and as she fought to stay in this blissful place the force pulling her grew stronger. Her heart ached to be torn away from Love. She was aware of a searing burning pain and she was back in the Emergency Room, and the strong authoritative voice echoed around the sterile room ‘Well done team, she’s back.’ Her eyes fluttered open momentarily and as the circle of people around her removed their green surgical masks, and she saw her husband’s cold sea green eyes boring into her, as Lucis stood silently mocking with his cruel smile.The surgeon’s strong voice filled the room ‘Your wife is lucky to be alive, your quick actions saved her life, you should be proud Dr Ferre.’
Ellis was so cold and all she could feel was the pain and loss of having touched heaven, only to be cast back down into hell again. As her psyche was shot with sadness and horror, in that space where clairvoyant images play, she saw a man appear, framed in an archway, he was all golden and light, dressed in a hooded monks robe, a strong masculine face and the deepest cobalt blue eyes. It was he! In the recesses of her mind his voice soothed ‘It is not time yet , there is work to be done. I am with you, guiding you and will not leave you. I shall bring you to me in Glastonbury and there, in the magic of Wychwood, you will be healed and made whole’.
© Eily Nash 2012