My Mother Falls Ill

In December 1993 we were staying in the country retreat, I was out of my body and visited my parents’ house, I saw a symbol indicating that something had gone seriously wrong with my mother. The next day we returned from the country house to find a message on the answer phone from my father saying that my mother had died, we called him and he said she was not quite dead yet but dying, so we packed our bags, got in the car and drove through the night to get to my parents house, as it was Christmas Eve the roads were almost deserted.

As we arrived my father looked distraught, we soon went to the intensive care ward of the hospital and I was shocked when I saw my mother, she was like a corpse, like someone who had been dead for a while, her appearance was shocking, she didn't know where she was, but she just about recognized me and Edith.

She was in a desperate struggle for life, she had had pneumonia without knowing it and her lungs just collapsed, the doctor took us aside and told us that she was likely to die.

Weeks passed by as she struggled to live, she actually died on one occasion and had a NDE but came back, then one night in the astral plane I saw her in her wheelchair coming out of hospital, the next day my father asked me whether I think she'll make it, whether she'll live, I told him “Yes, she'll be coming out”. From that day onwards she very slowly began to improve, after about eight weeks she was well enough to come out of hospital, but was very weak and very ill.

Staff at the hospital in the intensive care ward dealt with the most serious cases and that she was the sickest they had ever seen a person be and yet still live, they referred to her as the woman who died.

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