isee
Ex Member
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I was at a very high level in a tall building with lots of glass windows looking onto the outside, and I was standing in front of an elevator. I began to get inside the elevator to go down to the ground floor, but changed my mind at the last minute. There were one or two people still in the elevator when it went down.
I was waiting for the next time to go down in the elevator when suddenly massive walls of water began pouring toward the building, splashing the windows even at the height we were at, and even surrounding the entire building. It was apparent that the building would be crushed by this wall of water, and I had that moment of certainty that the windows would be crushed and that I would be drowned. It was the moment of impact. There was no escape. I knew that to drown this way is to give up, for there is no use fighting an ocean.
I instantly had a bird's eye view of the seashore, and saw the people there being swallowed up by a giant wave. They were like little toys swept away by the water.
Back in my position in front of the elevator I immediately took the people on either side of me by the shoulders and shut my eyes in a prayer, saying something outloud along the lines of "God is with us in our moment of need" (really, just like that) and believed it. I shut everything else out of my mind at that moment.
Now, I am not a person who breaks into prayers at the drop of a hat or a bucket or anything else, although I do say a private prayer here or there. I haven't been to a church since childhood, and although I have been to buddhist gatherings, those were many years ago even so, perhaps 25 years ago. I do participate in buddhist prayers with family members, but that is not something that happens often for me, as I live far away from all my family members, just the facts. And others of my friends and family do their praying privately. Just the way it is in my life.
After saying this prayer, aloud, I found myself on a dry sidewalk someplace below, still in a city, as if I had been magically transported there. There was no water anywhere. I seemed to have no possessions and nowhere in particular to go. There were other people around, and all seemed semi-normal to me.
So, I wonder, if we are in the "otherworld" in our dreams, or after death, or while meditating, obe, whatever, and our thoughts do matter there....this might be an example of how the power of belief or positive thinking could affect our outcomes in some situations.
For example, it would have done me no good to "love" the wave as it devoured me and all others in its path. It would have done me no good to "hate" the wave, or to stand there fearing it (which I did, incidentally, because who wouldn't?).
What did seem to matter was the immediate belief, a strong belief, that a power greater than myself could and would be there to help, not just me but those around me. Perhaps that makes sense to someone today. Just thought I'd share.
...And another thing, if we do "retrievals" in our dreams occasionally, could this be one? I know of no other reason why I would single out the people next to me and speak aloud in such a way. It doesn't seem characteristic of me, in the way I see myself in waking life. I am helpful and positive as a matter of course, when I can be, but I'm no hero.
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