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While my physical body lay there in the hospital bed, my alter-self was elsewhere, working some of the actual events in the hospital room into my "adventure."
In my delirium I was out walking and trying to decide if I should have the back surgery. I found myself out in the country at the home of a lady called Judy. (She was a nurse in the hospital.) She managed to contact my husband and convinced me to lie down and rest while she fixed me some tea. Suddenly, I looked up and was surprised to see the concerned face of my husband looking down at me.
Judy said she'd keep me in her convalescent center and care for me until things were set for the surgery. The next thing I knew I was waking up in a darkened, strange room. There was an IV running into my arm and I could hear rain and loud noises outside the near by window. I changed my position enough to look outside into the fading light. There was a silver Cadillac with four men and the motor roared as the tires spun in the mud, flinging debris everywhere. The car slid sideways until it was only 5 feet from the window, and it tore up the beautiful shrubbery along the driveway. "Don't let that noise bother you, dear. They'll get tired and go away soon." Judy's voice reassured me. "That's just my Satanist brother and some of his friends trying to scare me. He tries the same thing periodically, but there are angels stationed around the house and no harm can come to it or to anyone inside." She was utterly calm and undisturbed. How wonderful it would be to have that kind of faith, I thought to myself, as a welcome calm washed over me. Suddenly I was startled by a strange chanting sound bombarding its way through the house. Through the open slats of the vertical blinds it looked as if the trees themselves were spinning and dancing. I was convinced that the chanting and hypnotic rhythm of the music was coming from those trees. I stared, as the trees seemed to grow by leaps and bounds. Then they would sway, spin, swing and fall into pieces again. With my face pressed against the glass, I could see in the full moon-light, that those dancing trees were actually a whole troupe of men, dressed in leaves, vines and twigs. They were leaping onto one another's shoulders and swaying in rhythm to the chant.
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