| Posted on October 16, 2009 at 11:27 AM |
By the eve of my 21st birthday party I was ready, my friends were invited and neighbors were asked to help with the dancing. I was very happy because a 21st is a big thing and I was finally turning into a woman Zulu style.
We left my grans house and went to my other grans house (my daddy's mother), we were gonna spend the night there and go back to my other gran the next morning and then the party was gonna start.
This is what I told mom - She looked me straight in the eye and said , Silindile Ntuli told her the following [ I felt like I was dreaming and in this dream my body was in no pain, I could see my other tortured body but my dream body was unbelievably peaceful. I wasn't fainting, wasn't getting any stabbing pains, wasn't getting my breathing cut off every 5 minutes and I was in peace. So while I'm stannding there this stranger comes and says let's go. Without any questions I follow this stranger and even though I never saw the face I kept following. On our way it started raining heavily and I said I was going home to get my umbrella, I turned back and woke up from my dream.
A priest believes I had a near death experience that day but me, I believe I was dreaming.... Do I believe in near death experiences and all that? Not really, my problem is I question things too much and take them apart piece by piece.
Categories: The Past.... How It All Started, Family, Life

Skinny says...
Okay Slindy... I'm gonna sound dumb here hahahaha...
but if you were barely breathing and barely alive, then you were near death...
and if all you recall is the experience of the dream,
then in my opinion the two (the dream and a near death experience) become synonymous ;)
I'm glad you pulled on past that moment, because right here, right now...you are a beautiful butterfly in my world.
