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Renee Zamora
departure of my headache, I was instantly back into the hospital with a splitting headache.
"This particular experience was repeated about three times before it dawned on me that if I wanted relief from my headache, I would have to stop thinking about it. I didn't particularly want to repeat the voyage to the park area, but since it was the only relief I got from my headache, I figured, okay, that's where I'll go. It also became clear that, whether I wanted to or not, I would have to focus on the relationships of the people in the park - otherwise I would bounce back into the hospital and my head would ache again. In effect, the headache was forcing me to make trips to the park and to concentrate on the different relationships."
A Frightening Man
"During each of these trips to the park and to the picnic area near the tree, I was still exasperated by the fact that no one could see me. Finally, on one trip to that area, I looked at the man whose relationship I didn't know. He looked back at me - he could see me - and I felt an impact in my heart that was indescribable. It was as if some physical object violently hit me.
"Instantly, upon receiving this jolt, I wanted to remove myself from the proximity of the man who could see me. I wondered who he was, but I knew that I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. The thought came into my mind: He knows me. And I didn't want him to know me.
"Repelled by the man who knew me, I looked at the people around him. They seemed to be oblivious to what was going on. The unpleasant man was able to see me, and my side of existence, but the others could not. They could only see themselves and the park area.
"Leaving the picnic area to distance myself from the man who knew me, I went down a hill and saw a wooded area in the distance. People wandered from the wooded area in groups, enjoying each other, and I immediately knew their relationships and their names. Despite knowing all the relationships they had to each other, I never was told whether or not they were related to me.
"Below me, in a distant part of the field, there was a depressed area with a stream of running water. The sound from the water reached me, and it was magnificent. The noise from the water soothed and helped me. In a way I wanted to proceed further, toward the water, yet I hadn't seen my grandmother, so I wouldn't go beyond where I was.
"There were many trips that I made between my hospital room and the park area. Whenever a nurse came into my room, I came back. It occurred over a period of three days, yet a puzzling aspect of the experience was the fact that time didn't seem to pass as fast for the people in the park area as it did for me. My three days were like five minutes to them, and I wondered how that could be."
The End of Renee's Experience
"All of the men in my ward bishopric were aware that I wanted the group of them to come and give me a blessing. On one Sunday afternoon they came, and after their blessing, I never saw the people again.
"The day after the bishopric gave me a blessing, the doctors told me that I had Epstein-Barr virus, and I could go home. After my release, it took me more than a month before my strenght began to come back. According to some information I received, later, antibiotics should not be taken with Epstein-Barr virus, and this may have explained my serious illness.
"While I was in the hospital, and for some time afterward, I never told anyone about my experience. I was afraid they would think I was crazy. There was another problem - it was the fact that I didn't see my grandmother, and none of the people I saw were dressed in white. There was no way I wanted to be with them, and I didn't want to talk about it."
Thoughts on the Experience by Renee
"For a long time I wondered about this experience, and why it happened to me. It seemed real, yet I couldn't explain it. During my release from the hospital, though, something happened to convince me that it was real.
"They put me in a wheelchair to take me to the hospital entrance. At one point, while they went to get something, they parked me in the wheelchair at the doorway next to my room. Knowing I was just outside the room where I saw the frail old man in bed with the oxygen tube in his nose, I leaned around the corner and looked in. It was the same man - I saw and recognized him. From where I was lying in my room it would have been impossible for me to have seen him.
"The man who I had seen under the tree, and who knew me, bothered me immensely. His image stayed with me, and I disliked the thought of it. For months afterwards, I wondered who he was and why I wanted to run away from him. Yet I was fascinated by the thought of him. He was a good-looking man.
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