He Lobsang Rampa had long time ago in many earlier incarnations been prepared for this task. And the preparations continued in the young life of Lobsang in Tibet, which many of his books deal with. His task was to bring some of the wisdom known by the few initiated of Tibet, to the west of the world.
BlogUncategorised Having spent most of the past week at the gates of death, I thought I would take this opportunity to bring friends, readers, allies and critics up to date with what has been happening to me. I suffered some loss of memory of events in the weeks before the seizure but otherwise, mercifully, no obvious neurological damage visible on the scans.
The medical staff at Farmington were absolutely brilliant. I have little doubt that their rapid intervention saved my life. However, although I do indeed have atrial fibrillation which can indeed cause strokes the blood pools and clots in the heartit turned out that the diagnosis I had been given was completely wrong.
This was discovered in the early hours of Monday, 14 August, when I suffered further, far more severe grand mal seizures here at my home in Bath, UK. Again I was rushed to the ER and then to the intensive care ward.
Again the medical staff, now at the Royal United Hospital RUH in Bath, were completely brilliant, caring and engaged with my case far above and beyond the Timothy eves the cave 1 of duty.
Again their intervention saved my life. They put me in an induced coma, intubated on a ventilator for 48 hours. Eventually they were able to withdraw the tube and start me breathing for myself again. It was Wednesday 16 August, late afternoon, when I began to return to some form of consciousness baffled to see that Sean and Shanti, two of my grown-up children, had flown from Los Angeles and New York to be with Santha at my bedside together with Leila and Gabrielle, two more of our grown-up children who live in London.
Little by little consciousness increased. I was moved to the neurology ward and on Thursday night, 17 August, much to my relief, the catheter was taken out. By Friday night I was feeling much better.
Finally, Saturday, I was discharged and came home. Tests carried out established pretty clearly although there is still some mystery over what exactly is going on that the seizures were not caused by blood clots deriving from my atrial fibrillation, but rather by long-term over-use of a migraine medication called sumatriptan, delivered by injection; I was taking up to a dozen of these shots a month and have been doing so for more than 20 years.
Turns out having migraine is itself a risk-factor for epilepsy, and research has established a link between triptans especially when over-used and seizures.
Meanwhile I have been prescribed massive daily doses of the anti-seizure medication Keppra Levetiracetam Milpharm and told that I must stay on this for at least a year.
The 48 hours of induced coma, though utterly harrowing for Santha, for our children and for myself were, to say the least, interesting. All kinds of questions arise. I do remember the ventilator tube being stuffed down my throat and the powerful sense that I was being invaded and asphyxiated.
Are the other confused, haunting recollections that come to me from time to time memories of near-death experiences? Of actually being dead? As I have made public in a few of my presentations I had a previous near-death experience, 50 years ago at age 17, caused by a massive electric shock.
I remember looking down at myself from near the ceiling before abruptly returning to my body.
My migraines started within a month of that shock and have continued ever since. One thing I know for sure now, if I had not fully grasped it before, is that the borderline between life and death is poignantly thin, fragile and permeable.
We feel firmly fixed in our lives but any of us may cross over at any time. Sometimes we come back. I want to put on record here my deep gratitude towards the ambulance staff and towards the medical and nursing staff in the emergency department, intensive care and neurology wards at the RUH, Bath, for the incredible level of care they extended to me and for their dogged determination not to give up on me, even when things looked very bad, but to keep trying everything that could possibly bring me back.
I repeat also my thanks and appreciation towards their colleagues in Farmington New Mexico whose care for me in May was also of the absolutely highest standard.
And now… here I am! A bit wobbly to be sure, but very much in the land of the living and filled with renewed creative energy and ideas that I hope the universe will allow me to bring to fruition in my forthcoming America book.Spokeo searches thousands of sources across 12 billion public records to look up the most recent owner of that number, whether it’s a landline or cell phone number, the location, and even the carrier if available.
KWIBS - From November 12, - By Kevin Noland.
There’s a place for everything and everything in its place. This was something that Ronda’s mother taught her at a very young age. Oct 25, · 'A conviction of content can be sustained only by consistent coercion, outer or inner; and, even then, the underlying reality, the underlying mystery, inevitably seeps through, sooner or later, via some unforeseeable rift.'.
It's not original, but unlike some of this summer's movies (such as The Island and Stealth), The Cave knows its place. Its job is to deliver a few jolty thrills and a couple of laughs and wrap things up before it starts to get too dumb.
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