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My Out of Body Experience - Part Two - Final Chapter

Jackie Lynnley shares emotional times in her life in hopes of touching someone with like thoughts or feelings, feelings from the heart.

I truly believe I had this experience although I have absolutely no understanding of such things. I believe it was a benefit not only to me so distraught about my dying father but also for my father being forcibly taken from this life in a manner I certainly did not approve of nor think humane.


Out of Body Experience

I have never been engulfed in such sorrow as I was these many days and I just walked in remorse of ever leaving my dad with anyone else to care for him. I had no choice. Reasons were not given to me and I know my care for my dad had been better than anyone so far. More successful at least. In fact, even the therapist who had been coming in before Mom called me to come help, had given up trying. Refusing to come back.

Since then I had convinced my dad to try and he had gotten the will to fight and live. He was just weeks if not days away from walking on his own. His voice was still weak from his stroke but I knew he understood me and he was now making small conversation. He would ask for certain things or tell me his feet were dry or hurting. Being diabetic this was not unusual but it was such a big step for him to ask for help again and be specific. Few others even knew this, for they never came to see. They never even called.

It was true that other than visiting my dad in the hospital when he had his stroke I was not there for the worst of it. Surely now that he was doing better and would probably recognize them they would want to see him. I had not asked for or wanted any help from them. Things had been really hard the first few weeks but now they were going so miraculously well!

Until I was fired, with my mother's permission. Now there was nothing I could do and Mom was not around to talk to or reason with.


The notion and speculation of communication via dreaming was first mooted in psychoanalysis by Sigmund Freud in 1921.

Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

Nights were like days and even knowing my dad would never be conscious in this life again I just felt him wanting my attention. No one could comfort me and my only sleep seemed to be in short jerky naps.

The last night came and I seemed to know that it was. My husband said it was because I was so tired, I had no way of knowing. I went to bed as usual and after laying there maybe an hour feeling this would be my dad’s last night on earth I was suddenly right in his hospital room. I saw his nurse but she could not see me.

I walked up to Dad's bedside. He opened his blanket for me to come to be with him. I almost floated into his bed and slid my arms around his neck and we both were so comforted. We spoke to each other without speaking, it was as if we were both of one mind. Thoughts, words, and feelings were exchanged and never was a sound uttered. I went to sleep in his arms so very happy. I knew he felt the same way. He was sleeping, too.


Life Flashing Before My Eyes

It wasn’t my life flashing before my eyes nor my father’s life. It was only our life together. It was not the things I already remembered but things I had completely forgotten.

My very first memories of just me and Dad were him taking me for my shots. I hated needles and was terrified of these immunizations required for going to school. I would never be a baby or cry in front of my dad, though. He did not put up with any nonsense and I knew it. My mom did not drive and even if she did she could not handle that job with the three boys younger than me, one a baby. So it was always Dad and although I remember no soft or kind words (he never said mean or cruel things either) I always felt safe with him.

How did he know how terrified I was? Apparently, he did for there was always a gift and not of my choosing so either Mom told him what to buy or he used his own judgment. However it was, the gift was always there to admire on the way home and thoughts of the shot were all but forgotten. I had not felt this safeness in so long but now I did. A grown woman recalling the feelings of being a child. Knowing her parent would protect them no matter what happened.


Love is Not Always Seen

I recalled the fishing trips my dad had taken just me on. Most times it was only my brothers he took. I saw things of love he had done that I did not even recognize as love at the time. Helping me to learn to bait a hook; laughing at me trying to cast out the line and almost getting him instead, or a tree behind us.

I saw the time when I was fifteen and ran outside barefoot stepping on broken glass my brothers had forgotten to clean up. I screamed to high heaven it went so deep and hurt so bad. He ran out and picked me up, carrying me to the porch and setting me in a chair. The dad who hardly had two words to say comforted me and treated me better than any doctor ever would. He washed all the blood away, disinfected and bandaged it tight to stop the bleeding. He told me it could use stitches but he thought he had bound it up to go back together good if I would stay off it a couple days. I didn’t want to go for stitches and this was the best medicine I had ever had. I couldn’t understand the joy that such pain gave me.

I saw a couple years later after the bad car accident I was in and the concern in my dad’s face being told I would not live through the night. I was in a coma, I had no way to witness this and yet I was seeing him cover his face and cry, almost sobbing.

Then I saw the joy when he knew I was going to live.

My father loved me and he had shown me in so very many ways. Now I could see it so clearly.

Out of Body Experience


Two Places at Once

When I woke the next morning, I was still there in his bed. I knew he was gone but it was alright, this was all in the understandings without speech just hours earlier. I felt no sorrow. I was spared them removing his dead body and I never once saw it. I walked out back of the hospital and something like an ambulance I knew held his body but I knew he was no longer there. This was the most special visit I had ever had with my dad. More love and warmth were shared telepathically than ever in our lives together. Yet, I saw how very much love had always been there.

I knew it was time for me to go back home. Dad was in good hands and I would be alright with that.

I woke in my bed at home having slept the whole night, or did I? Nothing has ever felt more real to me than this and I was sure this all happened. I had no sooner gotten up than my husband came to tell me someone had called and my dad had passed a few hours before. But I knew it. I was there.



© 2017 Jackie Lynnley


Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on April 03, 2018:

Thank you Paula. It does take a leap to be so open but knowing just one person gets it makes it all worth it and encourages me to share more. Sometimes we think we are the only ones in the world with such problems and emotions until we do put a story out that grabs someone else maybe affected in a like manner.

Your words mean so much to me.

Suzie from Carson City on April 03, 2018:

Jackie....No need to apologize at all. I DO have the habit of transporting myself into a story as I read. I literally "felt" all your emotions. I used to think that this happened to everyone when they are seriously into what they're reading, but I have realized that this isn't so. In addition, I can tell you that YOU put it all in writing so beautifully, I could seriously "be there" with you.

My tears/emotions are not all because of sadness, but honestly, raw emotions arise in many forms & seem to express in tears.

What you experienced was a true "gift" that will remain with you forever.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on April 03, 2018:

Dear Paula, you seem to be living it reading it as I did living it and I am sorry for that. I truly believe my dad knew something was going on and he was dying. I was told he reached out to my sister at one time wanting help and this supposedly while his organs are shutting down with morphine.

I believe God did bring our spirits together as he was leaving this earth with us both needing this last goodbye and I know I believe it enough I will always thank him for it.

Please be well, don't want to cause you sorrow.

It was a real blessing.

Suzie from Carson City on April 03, 2018:

Oh dear God, Jackie. I am literally sobbing & can barely see my keyboard. My heart is both breaking and singing....seriously, I may have to come back later. This story has clutched at my very soul......................

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on April 03, 2018:

Thanks for following up Doris, perhaps I should have made it clearer but a younger brother fired me from taking care of my dad unless I stayed there and never left.(24 hours a day.) It was ridiculous really and I thought it was a joke until my mother went along with it. I cannot tell you what came upon him to do this. I suspect it might have been financial and well that could be a tale all by itself. It was a very stressful time for me and I still wonder does this brother ever blame himself for our father's horrible death and know he does not.

Since you brought up Christ I will say he says he is a Christian but has no idea of the meaning. He thinks he is good enough to go to heaven all by himself. I really hate that and of course there is no reasoning with him and I don't plan to see him again anyway, so I can only hope he finds out Jesus died for us and that is the only way since none of us can ever be good enough. I think if we get that, it is all that is really important. If we have Christ we have His love.

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on April 03, 2018:

Jackie, I believe every word of your nocturnal experience while sleeping. Was it a dream? Call it a dream if you wish, but I think this one was a deeply spiritual experience on the etheric plane. Some dreams are just the brain casting off unnecessary nonsense, while others like this one, have important meaning to the dreamer. I have no doubt that you will see your beloved father again, probably even before you eventually join him in the afterlife. People keep saying that there are some events that can't be explained, but by leaving the church and following Christ's unaltered teachings, I understand it quite well.

In Part I, I didn't quite understand why you were dismissed from caring for him. Did I miss something? Your tragic story ended beautifully, Girlfriend.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on December 19, 2017:

Thanks Ann, Merry Christmas!

Ann Carr from SW England on December 19, 2017:

That's ok; I miss some comments occasionally.

That's lovely, Jackie.

I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!


Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on December 18, 2017:

Sorry to be so long catching this Ann. No notice but did finally see it.

It was the very night my father died this happened but it was much needed too. I was caught in such a feeling not able to go to him and although I knew he was in a coma it didn't much matter, I just so wanted to touch and hug him again. As it turned out I got to and I lay in his warm arms and slept as he did which would have never happened in real life! A quick peck on the check or quick hug was all there ever was so this was a dream come true. Our minds also did the speaking, not our lips. We comported each other, in thought.

After his funeral I had my son and his wife drive me to we got back and there was a large balloon up against my tire that said, "I love you'. I think others took it more serious than me but I always kept it.

Ann Carr from SW England on November 29, 2017:

What a wonderful experience, Jackie! It doesn't surprise me at all because I believe people who have a deep bond can have such things happen to them.

I had a dream one night, when I was missing my father terribly and feeling really low, that he appeared and gave me a huge hug. It only lasted a few seconds but that feeling is still with me. I believe he realised I needed him and knew a hug would do the trick. That was about a year or two after he died.

I have had a couple of out of body experiences but nothing to do with this kind of thing. My father once told me that he and his mother also had out of body events!

You have some wonderful memories to hang on to. I believe people live on in the hearts and words of others.


Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 05, 2017:

That is so wonderful Peggy. I only dream of my mom and that is very seldom, but thankfully she always seems so alive and well, which she was not here on earth before she left. I do believe there will be a wonderful reunion for us all one day. A very comforting thought.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on November 05, 2017:

Yes, Nell I do know there is. Thanks for stopping by to read.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on November 05, 2017:

What a wonderful gift that was for you and your dad to experience! I think that there is a thin veil between this life and the next. The gift of his enduring love will always be a part of you. The closest I have gotten to be with my parents and other ones who have passed on to the next life is in my dreams. They are so vivid and real.

Nell Rose from England on November 05, 2017:

Okay, floods of tears now. Oh Jackie! how wonderful and awful and..well you get my point. I have had a couple of experiences like that, scary one, sad the other. There is more to life than what people say, bless.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 30, 2017:

Thanks Bill, I do not know much about it either except for my experience but I can tell you that I described to my mom the nurse and dad's hospital room (even where his bed was in the room) and I had supposedly never been there. My body never made it but my spirit, soul, whatever you want to call it, made a last visit with my dad I am sure and I believe he was aware of it too.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 30, 2017:

It is not easy to understand Rasma and probably you like me have not researched it (well I haven't anyway) and don't really care. I just know this was a miracle for me and I will never believe it was not real. It was almost a necessity and God allowed this I know by whatever means it takes.

William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on October 30, 2017:

So touching, Jackie. I don't know much about those experiences from a personal experience, but ai have heard many tlk of them. Glad you have those memories.

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 30, 2017:

Yes, I have had different kinds of experiences. I was so heartwarming to read how you could be with your dad at the very last. Not soon after my husband died in August I had the pleasure of going over that threshold to see him. I know I was actually there and I learned a lot. Seeing him I realized that all those dark days and the funeral he was no longer there but up there he looked so handsome. I discovered that or rather was told that what I saw there was looking through the eyes of the living and those who have passed on see it completely different. I was told they too have rainy days. There was one moment with him and holding on to his hand that I felt it. My whole being wanted to go with him and I actually felt my loosening with the world down here. However I was not meant to be there then so when morning came and I woke up I was overwhelmed by it all but understanding that it was not that easy to just choose to be there. Now I hope that one time I can go back and visit some more with him. We will see how my sixth sense kicks in but he had been to visit me.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 27, 2017:

Michael, I just felt inspired to share this and it really ran into telling more than I planned to but it seemed important to tell the whole story (well the most of it). Much i still do not understand today and although it was painful to remember much of this it was almost like a confessional in sharing it. Sometimes that is important to do I believe. Like a washing or healing.

Thank you so much for stopping by to read.

Michael-Milec on October 27, 2017:

Jackie, Only a brave woman would share experience the way you did. To me completely unknown, indeterminable. When ever I am exposed to similar testimonies I do not give opportunity to equivocal thoughts, questioning my belief. Rather I would answer "That is between you and your God." Any acquaintanceship with supernatural (spiritual) is always personal and intimate. I admire your unexplainable phenomenon.


Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 27, 2017:

Perhaps my roots made it all come across differently than you may read about this things Kashif, but this story is mine, just how it happened and I may have written it up more excitingly had it not been just as it was.

Thank you for reading.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 27, 2017:

Thank you Linda and I am so pleased too we had this experience, I think it was so important for both of us and I cannot imagine what it would had been like if God had not given us this. I am most sure He did.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 27, 2017:

Thank you Dora, I do believe it was a miracle, not only for me but for my dad and that I was allowed to go comfort him was more important to me than the comfort I got from it.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 27, 2017:

Thank you Kari, I was blessed and I consider it a miracle really. One I hold onto.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 27, 2017:

Sorry to disagree Eric, and although I did not include any, there are many stories more convincing than mine that they do happen. I consider mine a miracle really. Another thing that happened that I did not believe was my dad but everyone else with me did was after his funeral I got home where his car he gave me was parked had a balloon blown up against it that said, "I love you."

Kashif Ali Abbas from Pakistan on October 27, 2017:

The term, "out-of-body" can be symbol for "Soul"

Your story has two levels, one simple other complex and you master crafted it nicely. Some diction was unusual, but overall, a really loving read-uo

Thumbs up for me

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on October 27, 2017:

This is a wonderful story, Jackie, despite the sadness that it involves. I do believe that there are connections and events that happen but haven't as yet been explained. I'm glad that you had such a special time with your father.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on October 27, 2017:

Jackie, our brain also has the capacity to shield us from the grief and pain of the moment. This is how it does it, and it is a miracle. No matter how it happens, peace is from God! Glad you experienced it and are able to share it for your comfort and ours.

Kari Poulsen from Ohio on October 27, 2017:

I'm so glad you got to spend this time with your Dad. To know and feel how much he loved you before he passed. To relive the memories of forgotten moments. How blessed.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 27, 2017:

Thank you Bill, so do I believe it. As I said I have had some beautiful dreams over my live but nothing like this and the others I might remember a bit now and then but this has always been so real and I never have it fade away.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 27, 2017:

I know it was to me Road Monkey and I truly believe he needed it too and we were given these last hours together...or as I take hours in earthly time. It could have been minutes or seconds...one day I will know.

Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on October 27, 2017:

Very interesting story of your telepathic communication and out-of-body experiences with your father. You were there with your father invisibly and yet, physically, you were sleeping. And, everything you witnessed so realistically. That's amazing! Very few people can experience these things.

Thanks for sharing these wonderful experiences.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on October 27, 2017:

This is a wonderful story. Very sad to have one pass on, but great to connect in a way that will keep you connected. I always do a gut check of stuff that is only spiritual in nature. I have experienced out of body times often. But I have to remember that they are not real and accept that. Our spectrum of real just does not have words for such matters. They do not happen here but they happen there.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on October 27, 2017:

I'm sorry it took me so long to get back here. There was never a doubt, however, that I would. I believe there is a bridge between the two realms. I have no doubt this happened and I thank you for sharing it with us all.

RoadMonkey on October 26, 2017:

That was a beautiful telling and must have been a great comfort to you and your father.

Jackie Lynnley (author) from the beautiful south on October 26, 2017:

Thank you Linda, this was quite a few years ago and I remember all of it as if it were real and although I enjoy dreams I never remember those. I believe it was real...and so necessary.

Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on October 26, 2017:

I believe in spiritual connections with those whom we love. I am sure you were there. The comfort given and exchanged was real. Don't let anyone take that memory away from you.

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