River 2
Dee
Reason for Being 1965

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I blacked out in hospital.

The next thing I remember, I was lying in a hospital bed (a different one than my own) and I was lifting out and away from the pain. I rose through the ceiling upright and looked down through it (in reality I would have been sitting on top of another patient, as the floors and rooms were all set out the same, but I was in another dimension).

I saw my doctor down there thumping my body on the chest. There were other doctors around the bed. I saw him looking worried and he said ‘We’ve lost her’.

Over to the right of the room near the door was a priest with his vestments on, and I assumed I had been given the last rites. Although not a practising Catholic, until then I had considered myself a Catholic. The ritual meant nothing to me. To the left of the bed a nun was praying with her beads. All of this I later verified.

I thought ‘I’m dead’. It didn’t bother me at all, and that surprised me. I looked around me and upwards a little to the right I could see that I was moving slowly toward a tunnel. All around me it was like space as we’ve seen it nowadays on TV or the movies. But we hadn’t then. When I moved into the tunnel the walls appeared like see-through corrugated iron and I could see lots of confetti-like speckles of coloured lights. I felt I had my complete body and that I could put my hand through the wall of the tunnel. There was light up ahead. And I felt totally peaceful and was looking around at this new experience.

I drew up to the end of the tunnel and the light was brilliant. When someone spoke I knew it was my good friend, not from this life, and that he was there to welcome and help me. He said ‘Are you ready?’ I knew it was my choice and that I could go on past him to a beautiful garden with fountains. I wanted so much to go home, but I thought ‘I haven’t done anything yet’, and I saw, or remembered (I’m not sure which) my children (my friends) as they had been before we all came into this life. They were adult figures and two of them hadn’t been born to me yet. We had arranged to be together and I would have let them down. And it was the first time I would ever be a nurturing mother.

I thought, or said ‘I must go back’. And I zapped down that tunnel, whoosh, and came back to the room above the bed. I saw that little had changed in all that time. I entered my body, feet first into the top of the head, and as my feet reached half way down the body I felt dreadful pain. I was crying, for it was like being born again. I heard one of the doctors say ‘We’ve got her’, and I had time to think, before blacking out ‘You haven’t got me, I came back’.

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It was on 7 July 1965 when I first had a life-changing dream experience. I was in hospital and it was the third day after my fourth child had been born. Earlier in the afternoon I had had a very bad emotional shock which I had tried to keep to myself. At approximately 10pm I was cleaning my teeth in the shared bathroom when all hell broke loose. I began to haemorrhage and projectile vomit all at once. I remember another woman in the bathroom screaming, then everything went black.

What makes Dee’s dream experience particularly unique is that she had never heard of the tunnel or near-death experiences at the time.

It was a good five to six years later before I heard of anyone else having a similar experience.

My life situation before the ‘dream’ was totally chaotic and stressed. I was in a very bad marriage and all my good friends had moved away. I had had an emotionally deprived childhood and had learned little from it but to rebel. I charged into and out of every situation without thought, constantly making mistakes and blaming the world for them. I was lost.

The previous year I had a cancer biopsy of the liver and my gall bladder taken out. Two to three years earlier I had five car accidents during a twelve month period.

What struck Dee most about the dream experience was that it revealed her reason for being here. Mentally she accepted this immediately, but the physical changes took another two or three years to put into action.

I accepted for the first time that my first child, who I, as a single parent, had adopted out, hadn’t chosen with me to be my nurtured child. My attitude toward my other children changed because, although they were tiny and needed to be cared for as children, as souls they were the same or near the same age as me. I waited with anticipation to have the other two children (friends) join us, even though the marriage didn’t improve and my doctor had told me I wouldn’t live through any more children.

I realised the importance of not wasting any learning experience in my life. I knew that patience was a huge lesson for me to work with and recalled that I must be patient with myself and others, although I have often fallen down on both. If mistakes were made, they too were learning experiences.

I have since lived with the utmost certainty that this is one of the lower dimensions, that I chose the type of life I have come into and keep projecting upon myself, and that I constantly have further choices of what I do with it. I also came back with far more psychic ability than I had before the dream.

I divorced my husband six months after my sixth child was born. It was frightening, but the ‘dream’ gave me strength. I was a single parent until my youngest child turned twenty-five, by which time they had all well left home and were very much on their own feet. Even though I had the choice quite a few times to change my marital state, it never seemed right. I realise now that that also had been my children’s, and my own, original plan.

In May 1994, I had a similar, but more vague, experience. I had had a hysterectomy after a couple of years of ill health. I married again in 1993, and although I love my new husband very much and am very happy with him, we had extreme pressures with finance and with his children constantly causing major disruptions. The operation went very well but, a week after coming home, I again started to vomit and have diarrhoea. I was admitted to hospital but they couldn’t stop the sickness. This continued for five days when I was in and out of consciousness.

On the fifth day I came back down, for I knew I had been up there again but can’t remember specifics. I remember opening my eyes and I could see the room clearly for the first time. I thought to myself ‘I know what I have to do. I must help people with death and dying’.

As soon as I thought this I began to feel a little better. I stopped being sick and slowly recuperated. I would say that I definitely project myself towards these near-death experiences because I am not listening to my guides and am going the wrong way.

It took me a while to get my strength back and then I started to search, wondering what, precisely, I should be doing, rejecting this situation or that. Finally, because I thought I might be wasting time, I went to a spiritualist clairvoyant who reassured me and reminded me that I was still working with patience. ‘When you are ready you will send it out to the universe and it will come to you’, she said.

So I am waiting, I hope with patience. I know a change is coming, quite soon, and that the second main work of my life is yet to come.

Jane’s Interpretation

Dee left her body at the point of death, returning later, by choice, at the moment her doctors gave themselves the full credit for reviving her. She contributed her ‘near-death experience’ to this book as she is aware of the lack of boundaries in defining our dreaming life. Although our dreams are most often glimpses from our unconscious, they can also encompass a wider reality, as accomplished dream travellers know well. In dreams we occupy an altered state of consciousness from which we may perceive alternate realities. Sometimes events viewed from this perspective can be later verified, as in Dee’s case. On our return we may or may not use the word ‘dream’ to describe what we have experienced.