Posted by : Robert Macleod
Brush with you know who
It's a common story, that a brush with death gives you a new lease on life!
I never thought, of course, that I would be one of those holding the brush.
It's not the sort of experience you would willingly click on
and down load another copy. One go at it is plenty enough to inspire
a deep appreciation of physical existence.
I was also fortunate enough to have people around whose expertise and skill
were tremendous. How I appreciated them. Not just the individuals,
but the 'humanity' that saved me, and then rallied round from all directions
to get me up and punching again. God...people are terrific.
What happened? Well I'm not a professional soldier; I didn't have bullets
whipping round my nostrils. I'm not a professional tree lopper either but
that's where I was; Nearly thirty feet up a tree taking off the last branch
on the last job on the the final tree after weeks of skilled work
and dozens of lopped trees.
You should swallow that laugh because, oh yes, even the clever Dicks
of the world can miscalculate. The flick back got me this time.
Whoosh I was up and away... a moments realization, I was looking at
a blue sphere in front of my vision and then black; blank; gone.
Sometime... later... I ploughed into the ground right by our pool pump.
Couldn't breathe of course. Had to work at it a bit,
then life started up once more.
There was a complete gap in consciousness between the blue sphere
and my crumpling arrival on the ground. The magic, the invisible integrity,
the sizzling synchronicity that preserved me in the 'gap', these all came,
as we are fond of saying, out of the blue.
Don't ask me! forget it! I have no idea what's there! But sheeeyit...
it's definitely there. I can feel the presence of that absence
right now as I type this.
