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The Ghost is Me

(NOTE: Normally, all submissions are proofread for spelling and other errors before posting on this site. However, the following tale about a Near Death Experience (NDE) held, for me, so much emotional impact that I decided to post it here in it's original form, with absolutely no corrections or changes. See if you agree... )

This is a true story,
Date Aug. 1971.
Place Can Tung, NWT.

I was working as an oiler, in an open pit mining operation preparing my lunch this unforgettable morning. Holding an empty lunch bag leaning against the wall I passed out and drifted to the floor. I watched this all happen from the other side of the room. My knees buckled and the baseboard lifted my head in an unnatural angle enough to see a lifeless torso. The Separation forced my closed eyes to witness something else unexplainable. The ability to see through my shut eyes, I saw my reflection growing out from my motionless sprawled body. Fear willed my spirit to stop this action knowing that if this separation became total all hope for my life on earth would cease. I was not to win this match as my whole conscience entered into another dimension. The others in the room appeared frozen in time looking down at my physical being, my spiritual awareness floated from one coworker to another.

My ghost yelled at the top of my voice with every ounces of strength shouting into the faces of these men one at a time, Help him, don't touch him, help him don't touch him and the last time, help him, don't touch him. This weird statement even woke the unconscientious spirit because it didn't make much sense during this whole operation. Help him but don't touch him.

I was not looking through the closed eye lids of a lifeless body anymore but from my completely clothes copy of myself floating about the room at will. This effort to get the attention of the others literally fell on deaf ears. Watching as time stood still, I popped from one area of the quite motionless room to another. The three statues, myself being the fourth looked like a scene in a museum and I the eccentric curator couldn't comprehend the lack of motion. What was going on here? How can I be dead moving about at will.

This remains a constant memory the power I had to rematerialise, not the right word. To relocate myself just by thinking; I should go to the other guy staring down at my body and try to get a reaction from him to help and before I finished the thought I was there, yelling in his face. Disorientated at first because the room changed its perspective without the feeling of any movement on my part. The first individual I was closest to changed into the third person standing on the opposite side of the room looking in another direction. Thinking; will cause any change immediately while visiting on the spiritual realm. If Einstein had, had this happen to himself he may have learned that there is something faster than the speed of light to work with. The speed of thought and with his brain power who knows how we would want to change how we think today.

Before any of my disorientated first impressions straightened themselves out, and I finally learned to recognise my surroundings and what was going on, on this spiritual plain, it happened again, my spirit self had cause to freak out again. My ghost self, recognised a slight movement from across the room of an unknown. Finally, I could get this scene stopped and get help to return to normal. Things were beginning to thaw, movement other than myself calmed my state of mind. Slowly we glided towards each other, no one faster than the other. My 5'6" height matched the strangers and I remember his pointy beard, large black eyes shadowed inside his hood. Okay a hood, who do you know who wears a hood, Oh Lordly, Oh my God, Jesus Christ. Can you help, him, me, us? Who are you? What is going on? In a split second I voiced a number of questions to this person, and his reply was not heard but felt. "Don't worry. Things will be alright." and with the feeling with an invisible smile, a tranquillity, peace engulfed my spirit. I repeated my questions. What do you mean? Please tell me more and with that the bearded stranger disappeared. I looked down at the lifeless body sprawled on the floor and started to fuse spirit and body together. Beginning at the knees sinking into my body as stomach sank into stomach, arms into arms, head into head, and as soon as my nose blended into one did I wake from another short coma.

I wish I could have kept my cool , but instead I exploded into an uncontrollable dork. Grasping for breath I demanded to the now moving meal making men to get me the man with the beard, because he is the only one who could help me. I repeated this phrase over and over until my wish was granted and the only man in a camp of over 200 men, one supported a beard and he ask me what he could do. I looked directly at this scared perplexed fellow and yelled. You aren't the one, and I repeated, get me the man with the beard because he is the only one who can help me! I ran from the kitchen outside trying to regain my composure. Now I wanted to know how long was I unconscious as the other men followed me outside. I was shaking but not cold, I was weak but not tired, I was scared and all alone, because I was only at this camp for a week and had not made any friends. Talk about screwing things up. I was transported to the hospital ASAP that afternoon, all I did was sit in my seat for hours not saying a word on the company bus hoping not to get noticed, wishing this would be forgotten. You see this wasn't my first time, in 1966 the first trip lasted nine months as the doctors couldn't figure what caused my nine month coma. But that's another story. By the way I was given a spiritual gift as a reward for my ghost like adventure's. I call it Mysticware. And you can view the results of a spiritual guidance at work on my web page at " www.eddii.bizland.com " at least this is why I think I had to live through an abnormal upbringing, lifestyle, childhood, and today I'm still looking for the "Why Me?"

My question to you is. Is this a Ghost story? An Out of Body Experience? A Spiritual Awakening? A Near Death Experience? An Abduction, maybe, because of the long pointy face with large black eyes? I have not had any logical reason for these incidents to happen. It wasn't caused because of a fight, or having a car accident, or anything physical, it just keeps happening over and over, I'm running scared, live alone and now afraid it will soon start up for one last time, soon.

The Doctors have no explanation, or they are afraid to change their diagnosis to how I am categorised for fear of loosing face. They helped me by curing me for something I wasn't suffering from, tranquillizer, muscle relaxants, etc, etc, turning me into a zombie. I stopped their aid and pills years ago to clear my thoughts so I may share myexperiences and insight with others. I hope it is my affluence to finally find and share with you one of my many spiritual experiences?

Thank you

-Eddii Wschramek-