Daily Archives: March 4, 2012
Copyright © Terry Stokes, 2012. All rights reserved
Many alternative medical clinics now have a practitioner of psychic skills among their staff, and Sigmund Freud, Hans Eysenck and Carl Jung saw the day when all counseling would be intuitively based. Yet once in a while a story happens that defies the putting into any category, normal or paranormal. Such an event occurred when a guy came into the clinic and told me the following tale.
This guy, a powerfully built and articulate surfboarder with a London accent, said he took his sport very seriously and he was listed as among the very best at his craft which took him to venues and events all over the world. His face, voice and mannerisms told me that something must have very seriously shattered the even tenor of his thought patterning and disrupted his auric energy flow…
He said that although surfing the waves was his life and that it gave him an incredible high, he had this deep fear that he would be eaten by a huge shark which on occasion over the years he would see in his dreams watching him, and stalking him before the dreaded attack.
On a recent visit to a popular surfing spot overseas, he had got up early one morning walked the short distance to the seashore from the small hotel with his surfboard, when as he reached the beach he could see perhaps eight or ten guys scattered across the sands, just sitting watching him with their boards, he nodded to one chap who was holding a bar of abrasive soap and rubbing along the base of his board, he thought; “conditions are just right why is no one in the water”? And enthusiastically in he went.
He was out some way when on looking down he could see the sand on the sea bottom, when a large dark shape glided between the sea bottom and his surf board, and a large eye looked up coldly at him, he started to make for the shore as quick as he could, then he said he saw it all as if watching a film, the creature again swam by under him, this time as the water had got shallower, very close to him indeed, and the large eye was so close he could see it very plainly, and fear overwhelmed him, when the creature came up under him a third time filling him with a deep peculiar horror, throwing him and the board high into the air, he grabbed the board thinking he may be able to help fend it of with it when, he realized he had been thrown onto a small submerged coral reef and he ran along it with water up to his belly button, he saw the creature swimming slowly alongside and it seemed to be smiling at him, and again the huge eye watched him, when the dreadful thought occurred that the ragged coral which was tearing his feet as he ran on it would be putting blood in the water ensuring his awful fate.
The blind panic as he saw the guys on the beach calmly watching him splashing madly for shore as the beast was alongside him watching him with the very eye he knew so well from his dreams. He was suddenly conscious that this may be his last few heart beats, his last terrified breaths, his last exhausted thoughts, and he would never be able to tell his new girl friend how much he loved her or thank his mum for loaning him the money for the holiday. Everything became silent and in slow motion. He no longer heard the seagulls above, the wind went calm, and he waited for the worst.
His next thought as he came round was that he had momentarily lost consciousness in the panic and was now breathing heavily and trembling badly on the sand with his board, his feet were blood spattered from running on the sharp coral, but he was alive and although scared witless the attack had not happened.
He looked around at the guys on the beach, the camaraderie which all surf boarders usually shared was definitely missing here, as he looked round at the guy still slowly using the abrasive soap on the board, and the awful thought occurred to him that they had not gone into the water in these perfect conditions because they knew a shark was out there, and by allowing him to go out and become a meal for the beast to slake its hunger, it would then be safe for them to surf.
He could not get his head round all this and did not go in the water again. He told me the scenario was so similar to the warnings in his dream, but he had survived when the shark could so easily have got him, and what did it all mean?
There are many explanations here, I would like to hear yours.
- The Risks of Surfing (2010calibaja.wordpress.com)
- Surf Culture and Lifestyle Outweigh the Dangers of the Sport (prweb.com)
- Unbelievably scary wave from West Australia wins Surf Photo of the Year (thezigzagger.com)
Copyright © Rosemary Lewis, 2012. All rights reserved.
While on holiday in England last month my husband snapped a picture of me standing in front of a tree. When we looked at the picture we could see a large white orb floating over my head. The orb could have been a malfunction of the camera or perhaps a bit of dust magnified by the moisture in the air. Or is the orb something else? I was reminded of the story my mother had told me when I was young. She had seen an angel when she was only eight years old. Somehow, looking at the picture of me, the tree, and the orb, made me think of my mother’s angel.
My mother’s story begins in Brazil, in the coastal town of Recife where she lived with her mother and father, two brothers, and five sisters. They lived on a small farm, in a house built by my grandfather. My mother’s family was not rich, but they had the basics. They were a very close-knit family and they loved each other.
One summer afternoon my mother, along with her older brother and a younger sister, took the family dog and walked a few miles away through some open meadowland, to visit an uncle. Once there, they played and visited for a few hours, until their uncle told them it was getting late and they should be on their way home. They began walking, but noticed the sun was setting very fast. Their mother had warned them not to wait until dark because there were many poisonous snakes in the fields that separated the two family homesteads. Being young, and thinking they could make it, the three began walking faster.
Determined to make it home, my mother’s brother decided they should take a shortcut through some railroad tracks. He convinced the two girls and they changed their course. It was now almost dark. My mother was scared, but she trusted her brother.
Suddenly something caught their eyes. It was a small ball of light-about the size of a basketball. It was directly in their path, and they were walking towards it. They stopped about ten feet away from the glowing object and stood there watching it, glued to the path. The dog began barking at the ball of light.
Within seconds the ball of light started to grow. It sprung up vertically-taller and taller until it was the size of a telephone pole. The children were terrified but couldn’t run due to fright. It was probably only a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity to my mother. She remembers looking at the tall column of light and seeing two hands folded together in the center, as if the column of light were praying.
A mere second more and all three children turned around and ran, screaming, back to their uncle’s house. In the safety of his home they told him what had happened. He saw how frightened they were and thought perhaps a stranger had somehow startled them. He decided to get his shotgun for protection and walk the children back to their house. They made it without incident. Once there they told their mother what had happened. After listening to all three children go on and on about the strange light that mysteriously grew into a huge tower, my grandmother told them they shouldn’t be afraid. She explained to the children that the column of light was an angel sent from the Lord to protect them and stop them going through the snake path. The angel saved their lives.
The first time my mother told me this story I was mystified. I thought she must be a very special person to have seen an angel. When I was small I was torn between wanting to see an angel, but also being too afraid to go through what my mom did. I was always a little jealous of mom and her angel. And every time I see the picture with me and the orb, I’ll think about her.
—Rosemary Lewis, October 1, 2006
About the Author
Rosemary and her husband Liam make their home in Williamstown, County Galway, Ireland, where they host guests at EdMar B&B.