OBEs and Protective Monks
Another wonderful experience from one of our enlightened guests
Back in 1978 I was sleeping in bed with my husband, and my two year old son was asleep in his own bed, when suddenly he came into my room crying so bad like he had a bad dream. I comforted him and he wouldn't stop crying so I put him in my bed in between me and my husband and he fell asleep whimpering.
I fell back to sleep and suddenly woke up because I couldn't breathe. I sat up but all I could see was this incredible blackness. It was the blackest black I have ever seen and while sitting I felt myself falling forward into this blackness. I felt scared and then suddenly there was a whoosh sound and I felt myself floating over my bed.
I was in the air looking down at my husband and my son. I was a blue white light in human shape but I felt like a naughty child. I was doing somersaults in the air and had a feeling of elation and complete happiness suddenly there appeared three monks at my bedside. They were standing looking at me as if they were waiting for this naughty child to stop tumbling in the air.
One of them reached his hand out and took a hold of mine and said it's time to go. When he held my hand I had this feeling of complete love and harmony. The light from my arm fell on his robe and I remembered it was this deep blue colour. I looked at my husband and child and said I can't leave them. As soon as I said this they disappeared and I woke up sitting in my bed. I thought this was a dream but something inside me told me it was real.
7 years later in 1985, my youngest son was born. He was 6 weeks old and I had put his crib in my bedroom. My husband was at work this one night and I went to bed but I had this feeling that something was terribly wrong. A gut feeling if you like.
I lay in bed turning from side to side not able to sleep and the feeling got worse and worse. As I turned on my side to look at my baby, a monk came running right through my bedroom door ran around the side of my bed and right through the wall. He grabbed the two corners of my pillow and pushed me up and said get up and look at your baby. Then he left. I was in shock and I looked at my baby.
Suddenly he started vomiting. I jumped up and grabbed him and because I didn't know what to do I held him upside down and started rubbing his back but the vomit was running inside his nose so I was wiping it out of his nose and screaming as loud as I could, "Please God, don't let my baby die". I must have said this about 4 or 5 times when it just suddenly stopped. Like instantly. No dribble or slow ceasing but just stopped. Now I knew that my monks were real.
The last time he came to me was 4 years later. I was going through a bad time with my marriage and life and it was a nice sunny afternoon. I was mentally and physically exhausted. I went into my room to lay on my bed and rest. I was wide awake and talking to God. I asked him not to let me wake up again because I didn't want to live anymore.
While I was laying thinking about this, my monk came into my room and it was like he had an invisible blanket. He leaned over and covered me with this blanket and left. I have not seen him since. I have always read about these experiences but didn't understand what this meant until I read Betty Eadys book "In the Light" where she had similar experience and said the blanket was an invisible protective dome he was putting over her. Like me. Interesting.
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