SUE VINCENT’S DAILY ECHO – GUEST AUTHOR: MARILYN ARMSTRONG – VISIONS

Guest author: Marilyn Armstrong – Visions

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Over the years, I envied Christians. They always seem so very sure about all the things I doubt.

On August 30th, 2004, sometime between midnight and dawn, I had a vision in that peculiar space between sleeping and waking. I was very near death. The skin all across my abdomen had turned septic. Antibiotics were not working. Even the emergency debridement from the plastic surgery swat team had not fixed it. I knew I was dying. I could feel myself slipping away. I expected death to be more dramatic and certainly more frightening. I was less afraid than sad. I felt I had not done whatever it was I was supposed to do this time around the wheel.

Then came the vision. Unlike a dream, it has stayed clear as crystal. Never has it become faded or confused.

I was a little bird, a sparrow. I was broken and lying, unable to move or fly, on the wet cobblestones of some street in some eastern European city that was in the midst of war. In the background, I could hear the muttering of automatic weapons. As I lay there, I heard a great Voice. I heard it, but not with my ears, and the Voice filled my head.

“Enough” said the Voice.

The guns went quiet. I knew that the people who’d been fighting had ceased to exist, that they had been unmade. I waited in dread. I knew that I had done something bad, although precisely what I had done was unclear. All I could do was wait until the Voice came again.

“As for you, little bird, “ said the Voice, and I thought “There goes the other wing. There goes this fragile bird’s body.”

And then the Voice said, “Little bird, you can fly away.”

I flew away. When morning came, I was fine. The fever broke. My abdomen was clear of infection. A day later I went home. I was going to live.

Nor was this my first “extra throw” of the dice. When I was 19 and had spinal surgery, the spinal cord became infected . I was delirious. The delirium went on for 10 days and nights and I was in a lot of pain. Then, I had a chat with a Voice, who said: “You are in a terrible pain. You don’t have to keep fighting. You can let go or you can choose to stay. If you stay, the pain will continue. It will be a slow, difficult recovery.”

Obviously, I chose to stay. The next day didn’t bring relief from pain, but it brought me out of delirium and into consciousness.

So, that was twice. What does it mean? I don’t know. Something, for sure, but exactly what? Our old Pastor asked me if I was going to ask God for a photo ID. Maybe. That seems to be a problem for me. I want to know who is doing what.

I also would like to know WHY. More to the point, why me?


marilyn birthday 68About the Author

Marilyn Armstrong is a writer, blogger and photographer. She started writing as soon as she could form letters and has never heard a single good reason why she should stop. Marilyn and her husband Garry, as well their son, daughter-in-law, granddaughter and various intrepid canines, live in a setting of rare natural beauty and gigantic rocks in rural Massachusetts.

Marilyn blogs at Serendipity where she offers “memories via anecdotes, observations, occasional fiction, and photographs.”

 


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The Twelve Foot Teepee

Fighting the of demons of an abusive childhood and having given up on traditional paths to personal salvation, Maggie decides to find her own path … by building a teepee in her back yard. It’s a peculiar route, but her goal is simple: offload the cargo of her past and move into a future, sans luggage. Armed with a draw knife and a sense of humor, she peels poles and paints canvas until winter passes and she is free.

 


If you have had a strange experience or encounter that you would like to share, please get in touch with me at findme@scvincent.com (or my usual email if you already have it) and we can discuss a guest post.

I am not looking for sensationalism or fictional tales… but in light of the response to some recent posts, I think it would be both useful and reassuring to others to realize none of us are alone in these strange encounters and experiences and perhaps we can open discussion on what they may be or may mean.

If you would like to share your story but prefer to remain anonymous, we can discuss that too. If you would like to share your beliefs and opinions on the nature of these experiences, I would be happy to talk about a guest post. Through sharing with respect we may learn to understand our world and each other a little better.

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7 thoughts on “SUE VINCENT’S DAILY ECHO – GUEST AUTHOR: MARILYN ARMSTRONG – VISIONS

    • I wish I thought that was true. It could mean that. It could also mean I’ve discovered a parallel universe. My basic problem with this is that I really don’t know what it means. Something, surely — but exactly what? Of ALL the people in the world to have visions, I would seem the least likely prospect.

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  1. FWIW here’s my take…
    While i have not had as dramatic and life-threatening experiences (for which i am very thankful) i have had what i believe to be my own equivalent type of experience: chatting with ‘someone’ other than my own conscious self that it amused me to call God. (and giving me answers i was not able to recall having before i had the conversation).

    I think it happened to you (the Why Me? part) because you are the only one who could possibly experience what you experienced. The Why Then?, and not all the time, is likely because, at those times, you were in a very unusually receptive state and in a certain ‘need’ of ‘something’.

    I think our human mind operates on a number of different levels and our conscious awareness spends most of it’s time solely in the ‘this is me, here and now’ part for most of our existence but can access other, deeper levels (calmer, more rational, but less ‘urgent’ levels) at various times. We may not let our ego’s recognise those other levels as being ‘us’ because we are ‘in’ them so rarely. We are easily distracted in living day to day and dealing with life’s pressing issues.

    Our unconscious and semi-conscious levels of awareness are accessible to us and sometimes pop up unnannounced (and sometimes only subliminally noticed, perhaps remembered as a ‘dream’?) but mostly we stay rooted in the ‘rational’ (as we see it) conscious.

    I’d say what most of us might consider the word of God we hear is actually the voice of our higher consciousness telling us what we know in a way we don’t fully connect with and have to make seem somehow sensible – even if a little far-fetched.

    as i said – for what it’s worth. 😉

    love

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    • Just one simple comment because I’ve had a lot of years to think about it.

      Not a dream. I don’t know what it was, but it wasn’t any kind of dream. I wasn’t asleep and it was not a dream. Whatever it was, it wasn’t that. There was nothing far-fetched about it. Unexpected, definitely.

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