9. October 9, 2024: A Car, A 3D Body, and An Out-of-Body Experience

I'm not sure why I never published this post last year, but I wrote all of it out when it was still fresh(er) in my mind, and now that we are exactly one year out from that fateful day it feels right to publish this now.

October 9, 2024

A very normal start to the day. Got the first two kids off to school--just barely, of course--and had to bring my daughter to preschool. We were our usual ~15 minutes late but in no rush. In fact, I remember being quite calm, mindlessly driving around a bend out of our neighborhood, and remember a car going past in the opposite direction. Normal enough, typical, daily experience.

Or slowed? Or bent? Or duplicated?? Some kind of something happened, because I found myself still driving my car around that bend and past that other car but seemingly, somehow, was also lifting out of my body and away from my car. Kind of like flying squirrel style with limbs splayed out and just kind of slowly drifting up, like a flying human squirrel beaming up to the mothership. But it wasn't my (then) understanding of "textbook" (ha) out-of-body experience -- I was simultaneously looking at the road driving while also looking UP at my floating away body and FEELING my floating away body... Agh. I've got to admit, I'm having a really hard time finding any of the right terminology or words here. But it seems to me the closest description of what I experienced is precognition...but it didn't feel PRE...it felt...PRESENT, like whatever I was experiencing was happening at that exact moment, but somehow I was experiencing two things at once as I continued to be in my body and drive my daughter to school but also could see and feel a body--it didn't exactly feel like MINE--pulling up and away. Actually, is that called bi-location? sdkfhskeht! Whatever it's called, I had a distinct knowing of an impact of my car with another--but knowing it wasn’t my car, despite experiencing it as such; the whole experience happened through me but belonged to that other soul lifting away from her newly disembodied avatar. Directly after this perceived impact, while in this actual 3-D reality, I was still safely and attentively driving my daughter to school on the road while ALSO feeling and seeing my/her body--which was also the soul--so confusing and confuddled (yes that is a made up word)--floating away from the car.

I had a sense of stillness, peace and tranquility, but it was clear that this was a soul departing this earthly realm. There wasn’t sadness, nor pain nor fear, despite this understanding of what appeared to be death. My guess is that this entire experience/knowing probably happened in less than a second. My vision/experience concluded with a feeling and KNOWING that that soul did not continue on to cross through the veil; rather, I understood her to be a young woman having a Near Death Experience, and she was going to live.

As I said, my entire timeless, knowing experience was simultaneous with my very lucid 3D reality driving my daughter to school, somehow without any distraction from that task! You would think that after that I would need to pull over and collect myself, except that I barely paid it any mind and kind of just shook it away from my brain as, perhaps, a weird combination of memories from watching Surviving Death, and thanks to the beauty of my ADHS I forgot about it almost as quickly as it had happened.

So I just drove on.

A few minutes after that, I heard the faint sound of sirens in the background, so faint that I couldn’t quite place what the sound was at first. Maybe a minute after that, as the sound drew closer I clocked that it was some kind of police or ambulance siren--and then ADHS immediately forgot. A couple more minutes passed and I approached the end of the road at a T-intersection, where I noticed a back-up of maybe a dozen cars at the light. Normally at this intersection, at this time, there's an average of 0 to 3 cars, so this was definitely unusual but STILL I had forgotten about everything that had happened in the seven or so minutes prior and sat there waiting patiently, impatiently, wondering WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE, I WANT TO GET MY DAUGHTER TO SCHOOL!? Then I hear the sirens again, but this time much louder, and shortly after that came the lights in my rearview mirror--STILL NOT CONNECTING the dots, just explaining to myself that oh, maybe that’s why the light is backed up here.

So I continue to ADHS advance on, brought my daughter to school in another 3 to 4 minute journey onward, without further distraction or incident. Get back in the car to drive home, not remembering or consciously aware of anything that had happened on the drive to school. I passed through that same intersection, now coming from the opposite direction, again seeing so many cars backed up but still wondering -- why?? What is going on??

Then my mother called me. She wanted to know if that was me who had just driven past that intersection because she thought she saw me. I asked her why on earth she was all the way over here when she lives 30 minutes away?? She explained that she had a doctor appointment two towns over--but why would she drive through my town to get back to hers? It didn’t make any geographical or practical sense. I asked her about that and her story didn't quite make sense to me, but basically she didn’t intend on coming this exact route but she didn't really know why she drove that way, "I just felt like coming back the long way I guess." She continued on...

"But I couldn’t even end up going that way because there was this absolutely horrific car accident. It was really really bad… At least one of the cars was totally mangled… I’m pretty shaken up about it. It did not look good."

It took me a couple beats to start remembering what I experienced about 20 minutes prior, as my mother continued to express how freaked out she was seeing such a bad scene, and then I just blurted it out --

Whoa.

What the f@*! do I do with that??? Is that really what happened?? No...I was just remembering things from Surviving Death, sort of combining them into one moving image that I had a weird experience with...at exactly the same time of a major car accident a few minutes away from my house........ Right????

I don’t remember anything else that was said on that phone call with my mother. It may have lasted a minute or two or three longer before we hung up and shortly after that I arrived back home. I don’t remember if the first thing I did was to text my husband or to do a Google search on car accident at ____ Street in ____, but both of those things happened in rapid succession. I spent the rest of that morning in a fraught dance of texting and googling texting and googling to find information about this incident, but being unable to do so. The more time lapsed, the weirder I felt, and the more desperate I was to try and corroborate my experience with what happened at that intersection that morning. I went back and studied my ring camera to determine an exact minute that I would have rounded that bend in my neighborhood and came up with a precise time that I was fairly confident would be accurate to the minute, if/when I was able to get my eyes on an official accident report. But I couldn’t locate a police report or news update to help me link the two. I became obsessed with finding details, but the harder I tried the more elusive the information seemed to be.

I was able to find a brief post from the township's Police Department about a road closure between such-and-such intersections due to motor vehicle accident--the same intersection my mother had tried to cross through but was rerouted. The timestamp on the post fell just after the time I had determined the accident occurred, but did not provide any further information except to update later in the day that the intersections had reopened. I reached out to all kinds of secondary and tertiary contacts, even going so far back as to reaching out to a connection from my husband's teenage years in our hometown – where this accident occurred – but all anyone could tell me was the same generic information that neither proved nor disproved what I had gone through: there was a serious motor vehicle accident at 9:17am on October 9, at such-and-such crossroads.

The following day, through a very unexpected and highly trustworthy contact at the municipal level of the town where the accident took place, I was able to confirm that this serious accident had critically injured a young, female college student. But what's more...I pressed further and asked if that young woman had to be resuscitated on site (remember her soul floating away..)........and you already know what was told to me. The young female driver did, indeed, need to be brought back to life at the scene of the accident.

Whoa. WHAT THE F@$! DO I DO WITH THAT. !!!

Well, I'll tell you what I do. I continue to self-doubt and second-guess and crave "proof" after proof after proof (there is no such thing...for anything...) No amount of information of "evidence" quenched my insatiable need to dispel my human insecurities -- the ever-frustrating but survival-necessary ego. This was a true lesson in surrender.

Three days later my soulmate whisked me away for a surprise long-weekend trip that he had planned--so thoughtfully and intricately and amazingly--for my birthday. Right up until putting my phone in airplane mode on the runway I was still trying to get the answers that I sought from this weird sort of MVA NDE/OBE whatever acronym you like (see?? WORDS FAIL) and still they stagnated. That glorious, joy-filled trip forced me to be present in the amazing moments my soulmate kept creating for me, experience after incredible experience. I had to give up, essentially, to give in to acceptance.

The universe showed me something for a reason. And the universe gave me just enough to say, "Hello, hello in there! Do you believe now? What more is it going to take for you to believe?" I had to either just accept it or deny it. Clearly--from this website and this blog--you know that I’ve chosen to just accept. And yes, there are still moments where my materialist mind activates and seeks to disprove this and that and every other thing that I know, but I just let it go, let it pass on by. I have to greet the human doubting as part of this 3-D experience that we have on this earth, recognizing it for the fear that it is but also the practical use that it has served, even if that dissolves with each passing remembering moment. I’m at peace with all of that now. I thought at first that maybe this meant I was supposed to go to that young woman, visit her in the hospital, or take some other kind of very direct dramatic and explicit (and, arguably, intrusive and inappropriate) action, but I see that it was meant to help me widen that door to walk through. A door that I wouldn’t even get to turn around and close behind me--because it vanished before me as I passed through...a memory of a very long, arduous three-decade journey to get back to myself.

To get back home.

To remember.

And so it is. Thank you for reading this very special post. I thank you and I honor you <3