MarVeena's Near Death Experience

About three days before I turned 21 I died.

For about a minute or so.

It was one of the most profound moments of my life.

I was a happy go lucky rodeo cowgirl, a trick rider. My horse was saddled up and we were trying to get into the arena for our trick riding show. My music was playing (Ghost Riders in the Sky). The rodeo announcer was calling my name and doing my introduction. About 40 Bulldoggers with horses were coming out of the alley as I was trying to get in. They weren’t giving way, my horses was getting nervous and hard to handle. He was getting bumped around; I was frustrated afraid I would run out of music for my show. The horse freaked out and reared straight up in the air. I had time to just slide off the back, but me being the stubborn girl that I am I didn’t want to get off and risk getting dirty on the ground. So I decided to try to get him down. He wasn’t having it and flipped straight over backwards trying to hurt me.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with trick riding, my saddle has a 6-inch saddle horn. It is really narrow and a lot taller than most saddles. They make it this way so a trick rider can grab it with both hands doing different tricks.

It was all a big blur when the horse flipped over; the force of the landing knocked me right out of my body.
What was so interesting to me is how fast I lost association with my body. I remember looking over my shoulder at my body on the ground, with my left toe besides my left ear thinking (dang, she looks bad!). Not me! She looks bad. Wow! I just turned my back on her and headed off. Where to, I don’t know. But I intuitively understood where to and that it was ok. I felt totally at home and at peace.
There was sort of a blur to my left and I saw a couple of faces. They sort of looked at me and I heard one of them say, “what is she doing here”. I turned my head to argue with them. Like I was here and wanted to stay here. But I didn’t get the chance. I sort of got popped back in my body.
Then I realized the pain! And then you really did want to die.
The pain was incredible. My boy friend was there. I asked him to help me get my leg straight. It was broke in two places but I couldn’t stand it being right there by my face. He did it, maybe shouldn’t have but I didn’t haven’t any more damage from him moving it.
Lucky for me when we hit the ground the saddle horn hit right beside my stomach. This kept the weight of the horse mostly off me.

The ride to the nearest hospital was like a terrible comedy. Bone brakes are very painful, any movement at all sends excrusicating waves of pain through your body. People can walk by you and the vibration hurts you. They put this giant plastic bag shaped like a leg on my leg and filled it with air.
Then they loaded me in the ambulance and headed off. They don’t give you pain killers in there. I never knew that. You just have to tough it out to the hospital. The driver was driving like a mad man. Lights on, the sirens were on. We were at the rodeo arena; it was in a Cow pasture. That meant terrible pain for two broke bones. I yelled at him to slow down or I’d get up and choke him. Like I could get up. There was a wonderful woman riding in the back with me, she was a great Momma surrogate. She held my hand and told me they would get me painkillers at the hospital. It was 30 country miles to the nearest hospital. That hospital turned out to be a terrible joke. They rush me in to the ER of this little hick town, get me into the room and this psuedo doctor comes in grabs my plastic bag with both hands and pushes it back and forward. I screamed bloody murder; let me tell you I do have a month on me. He looks at the nurse and says, “Yes, It is broke”. I could have slapped him, if I could just get off the dang table.
Then they decide that they don’t have the proper x-ray equipment to see the break clearly. So they loaded me back up in another ambulance to go to a bigger hospital 50 miles away. Oh my god! Still no painkillers at all.
Now there is a woman driving and she is so much more aware of the scraping bones in the back, still I could feel every little crack in the road.
There was a man in the back who tried his best to cheer me up by telling me jokes. He was wonderful, but I screamed, cussed and cried the whole way.

Finally we get to the big hospital in Springfield, MO. Some one had got a hold of my parents and they were there. Because it was summer time, there were a lot of bugs around the entrance of the ER. The nurses popped in and said to cover my head up because of the bugs. I freaked out, Oh no. I am not dead; you aren’t covering my head up with my mom and dad right out there to see me. They would have a heart attack.

When I did get unloaded they were right there at the back, totally freaked! Not much like this had every happened to their five kids.
Truth is all I wanted was my mom, but my dad grabbed my hand and wouldn’t let her get near. I have never seen them so upset.
I always assumed they loved me but really didn’t know how much until them. It made me sad to cause them so much pain that night.
They get me into ER, at least this was a real hospital, real Doctors, real painkillers! Yea!
It was probably five hours between the time of the accident and the time I finally got some painkillers.
It was after the painkillers took effect and I sort of got stabilized that the weird stuff started happening.

I started having strange dreams, talking to family members in the dreams. They told me I couldn’t come over now.
My mom stayed with me over night the first few nights, she never left my side. I would hear the elevator bell ding, and I would say “Mom, Uncle Leroy is here” then in a few seconds Uncle Leroy would walk in the door.
I had several occurrences like that.
It was a bad bone break and a long rehab. It took four orderlies to pick me up and move me. Two guys to pick me up and two to pick my leg up. The dang cast was up to my thigh. It was very heavy. I only weighed like 100 pounds at the time. But it was so painful for me to be moved they had to get a lot of help.
I started having dreams about a fire on my floor. It really scared me, because it took so many guys to move me. I was afraid that if a fire happened they wouldn’t get me. The idea of burning a live terrified me. I kept having these dreams. I was in the hospital for about three weeks at this point. Finally I talked to my dad and told him I can lie around the house at home and not be costing so much money. (My ulterior motive was to get out of the hospital in case that dream came true).
So he brought me home.
About three days after he got me home I was watching the news and learned that a fire had occurred on that floor of the hospital.
It wasn’t bad, nobody died. But it did happen.
I know now that that was a precognitive dream.
Another cool thing happened while I was layed up with broken bones. My Grandmother never learned to drive, so my Granddad had to take her everywhere she wanted to go. They lived about 12 miles from me. One night I was sleeping and something woke me up, I looked up at the side of my bed and there was Grandma. She was standing by my bed bigger than all get out! She was smiling at me. I know she was worried and wanted to assure herself that I was ok. This is called astral projection. I know now I get a lot of my abilities from my grand mother.
It was six months in bed to get the bones healed. Took forever.
You can never go back to the way you were when you have a life-changing situation happen to you. I had hours to think about all the things that happened and contemplate where I was headed off to when I died for a few seconds.
I had such a huge shift of focus, before I was all about my career as a rodeo cowgirls, my boyfriends etc…
The visions and images I was seeing really concerned me. I thought I was going crazy. Who talks to dead people, who sees their Grandma in the middle of the night when you knew she was miles a way.
This was the beginning of my unfolding a spiritual gift of mediumship. The huge impact of the horse slamming me to the ground jolted my Kundalini awake.
It buzzed all the way to the top. I tell my Apprentice students to create their intention right now to awaken through pleasure. I wouldn’t want any one to go through pain like that. Some people get their gifts the hard way. A lot actually, Danion Brinkley comes to mind. Jon Edwards was awakened through the death of his mother. A very traumatic event.
My angels tell me that pain isn’t necessary if you are allowing for that idea that you can evolve through pleasure and beauty. That is one of my goals with my Apprenticeship program. To help my students do just that.
Thank you for witnessing a special event in my life.
Blessings, MarVeena Meek
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