GM ☀
So there's something that I found noteworthy during my stay in the hospital.... And I have hesitated telling anyone, but being at least somewhat anonymous here, I feel like I can write a bit here. A couple interesting things happened.
On the night of May 5th, one full day after the stroke, while sleeping I heard the most amazing classical music... In my dream. It was unlike anything I've ever heard - richer, more complex, and just fucking beautiful. I woke up and went to the best classical music I know - the nutcracker suite - to see if it could be that or based on that... No, the Nutcracker is simple in comparison. I keep trying to get that music back, and it just slips away like a dream. Was it just my imagination, or did I get a peak behind the veil? I keep thinking about it.
The other strange occurrence was a dark figure standing by my bed right before surgery, who only I could see, and only from the corner of NY vision. When I turned my head to see better, he disappeared. He seemed to have long hair and wore black clothes, and was tall. No other details, just that. He seemed to be checking something, like maybe a machine monitoring me. There was an aire of expertise about him, like a doctor, but not hurried like the real doctors. He was only there for a few moments, or I could only see him for those moments. Was it my imagination? A hallucination? I mean, a stroke is literally part of your brain dying, so there's no telling what stuff it could generate.
Part of why I hesitate to tell people about this is how silly it seems. It's absurd to think I would get a peak at some unseen world, though this is precisely the kind of thing I've been interested in recently. Maybe I simply wanted something like this. Another thing that's possibly noteworthy is the prayer my uncle said over me before the surgery - I wish I could remember it and use it, but I can say that it was a very impressive prayer. The surgery went without any problems, so maybe that prayer worked. The surgeon told me that about 1% of the time, something goes wrong and the patient usually dies if that happens. Whatever, it had to be done. No reason to hesitate, just do it. It wasn't a serious surgery - just a catheter going from femeral artery to brain for imaging - but I think they're obliged to inform patients of the risk. But... What if that prayer really protected me? What if I really did see a man that wasn't there? Or, what if I'm crazy and slowly realizing it?
All I can definitively say is that reality is weird. Our perception of reality is weird, and from our own perspective, perception is reality, even though logically it can't be.
Comte de Sats Germain
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