Excerpt from Mr Devries' Red Bowler Hat.... I died. And so, dear reader, by t...
Excerpt from Mr Devries' Red Bowler Hat....
I died.
And so, dear reader, by the fact you are reading this, I know some things about you. My death was simple, really. It was over in milliseconds –which, I later found out, may have been important.
In a car on a freeway, the crisis of another car veering into mine, a truck, and an impact.
Gone.
I had a clear impression –well, clear enough –of sitting behind the wheel of a sedan, spinning towards something large and unforgiving
……and then I was laying on my back, staring at a yellow-ish sky framed by leafy canopies. At first, there was only silence. As the seconds ticked by, I realised I could hear birds singing.
Moving my eyes, not daring to shift my head or body –I had no idea what dire state of injury I must be in –I looked around. I presumed I was laying …upon grass, it felt like …next to the freeway: had I been thrown through the windscreen? Were there emergency personnel here?
How long had I been out?
But time just kept ticking, and I could hear neither cars, nor sirens nor voices –just the birds’songs. Actually, now I noticed one other sound, gentle and familiar. Leaves, in a breeze.
I slowly flexed my body, and there was sensation, but no pain.
This was it –I had to know what was going on. Gradually, cautiously, I sat up, and saw that I was…
…sitting in a grove of gum trees.
I turned my head. No sign of a freeway, no signs of life –I didn’t even see the birds that I could hear.
And with a finality, I knew it –that there was no way I could have survived the crash. I did start fantasising about comas, but …
Ok, I thought. So.
There really is an afterlife, after all.
I stared at it.
This afterlife.
To read on....
http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00V7SUOGO?ref=aw_sitb_digital-text
I died.
And so, dear reader, by the fact you are reading this, I know some things about you. My death was simple, really. It was over in milliseconds –which, I later found out, may have been important.
In a car on a freeway, the crisis of another car veering into mine, a truck, and an impact.
Gone.
I had a clear impression –well, clear enough –of sitting behind the wheel of a sedan, spinning towards something large and unforgiving
……and then I was laying on my back, staring at a yellow-ish sky framed by leafy canopies. At first, there was only silence. As the seconds ticked by, I realised I could hear birds singing.
Moving my eyes, not daring to shift my head or body –I had no idea what dire state of injury I must be in –I looked around. I presumed I was laying …upon grass, it felt like …next to the freeway: had I been thrown through the windscreen? Were there emergency personnel here?
How long had I been out?
But time just kept ticking, and I could hear neither cars, nor sirens nor voices –just the birds’songs. Actually, now I noticed one other sound, gentle and familiar. Leaves, in a breeze.
I slowly flexed my body, and there was sensation, but no pain.
This was it –I had to know what was going on. Gradually, cautiously, I sat up, and saw that I was…
…sitting in a grove of gum trees.
I turned my head. No sign of a freeway, no signs of life –I didn’t even see the birds that I could hear.
And with a finality, I knew it –that there was no way I could have survived the crash. I did start fantasising about comas, but …
Ok, I thought. So.
There really is an afterlife, after all.
I stared at it.
This afterlife.
To read on....
http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00V7SUOGO?ref=aw_sitb_digital-text
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