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A few months ago I was falling esleep when I heard a voice in my head tell me that I was going to die soon. I woke up and remember asking “When?” As I fell back to sleep, the reply was “Within three months.” That woke me up completely.

It wasn’t a dream. It was a little voice that came in the realm between dreams and wake up. Yet, it was so far out I didn’t know what to make of it, or whether it was real, a voice from a spirit, or a figment of my imagination.

Then about 25 days ago I heard the same voice. This time it said I was going to die within 30 days. Which means by June 26th. It didn’t sound very friendly.

I have to admit I don’t have any feelings of my demise, no fears, no “undercurrent”. Yet, in the back of my mind I can’t help but wonder where this crazy voice comes from? It’s damn weird. It’s made me pray a lot more, and to offer a few deals of my own to God in promise for longevity. (I really will volunteer to teach that life-story class to the retirement home.)

So this may be my last blog. If I don’t write again on July 12th. It may be because I’ve entered a new dimension where only my soul could pass like a rope through the eye of the needle.

Yet, having heard the voice, I haven’t done anything differently. I still go to work. I still go to the bathroom, I still wonder how I’m going to pay the bills, and I’m still planning on going on vacation. I’ve told a few people about this “dream” and most of them, like me, refuse to believe it has any validity. It’s as if we’re programmed to believe that we’ll live forever, even though we know that we can die at any time.

Death is something we don’t think about. It’s the taboo subject we don’t speak of, lest it might befall upon us like bad luck. Yet it is our enevitable fate. This experience has certainly brought me in touch with that fate.

Has anyone else experienced this?

POST SCRIPT 7/29/06:

Well nothing happened. Nothing physically anyway. I’m still here. I realize a little more than I did a few months ago that life is very precious. Maybe we don’t have a handle on the time of our our own death. Maybe that’s something kept beyond the reach of our comprehension. Maybe that’s a good thing.

Still, if anyone has experienced anything like this, I’d sure like to hear about it. Not to be morbid, but just to find out if it is a common event that we shrug off in our attempt to ignore our mortality.

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