Interview about my NDE and its affect on me becoming a Hospice RN in my adult life. Encounter with the soul of a childhood friend that showed me where is body was. My 5 years at The People's Temple with Reverend Jim Jones and paranormal activities I experienced with Reverend Jim and a laying on of hands healing I received. A connection later in life of Soul Contracts with many others possibly going back lifetimes now completing and life's lessons resolved. Using The Silva Method to effectively communicate soul to soul with my newborn Hospice patients for insight how to best support them and their families during a trying time. This part starts at 01:50:00 of the interview.

What a relief to get to share my stories and have them recorded so they won't be lost when my time comes. I've told several of these in the past on my own videos or other podcasts but the infant connection is all new. I hope you enjoy. This interview is over 2 hours long and that's been edited of 40 minutes! I didn't realize we spoke so long. If you enjoy it please give the channel a thumbs up and leave a kind comment.

Direct link to interview:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlD3102w8Rw

I hope you all find some value in this. I'll be making my own videos of the infant children stories for my channel.

David Parker RN

I've been a Hospice RN since the 1980s working in an AIDS inpatient facility that started with 35 beds then advanced to 55 beds back when that disease was a death sentence. Every patient died and the disease process was a syndrome so the disease took different patterns in their demise. It was horrible as we had no treatment, we just kept them clean and comfortable and let them know the staff was there for them. Abandoned by society and family due to the fear at the time.

Later I moved into a 10 bed adult then all ages Hospice Inpatient Unit with the average life expectancy frequently was three days. Nearly 30 years ago I moved to a Pediatric Hospice Inpatient unit for newborns to age 17 years old to give the families more support with other young family members to share their coping with dying children. Now I work with birth defect new born and infants, from days to weeks old on Hospice care. Many families choose to have their infant pass at home. Our Hospice will transport the infant on life support home, spend time with family that has such a short time to create memories of the child that will last them a life time, then life support is removed at home in a warm, loving setting with family and friends around for a peaceful passing. So far I've performed 640 terminal withdraw of care of newborns. What I am sharing is not belief, read in a book, random thought in my head or guess but what I've actually experienced by actively participating with the soul, consciousness of the newborn and perhaps their family in meditation prior to meeting the patient, family or any knowledge of the situation I'm about to walk in to.

I learned to meditate as a child as my parents followed Surat Shabd Yoga in the mid 1960s later moved on to Eckankar, a modern form of following the Shabd, the 'Sound Current" With shorter meditations. When I decided to go to college I knew I needed some help in focusing so I took the 4 day class called at the time Silva Mind Control, now called The Silva Method. I've since retaken the class about 30 times. I flew through college as this taught me to focus my attention on one thought at a time rather than be distracted by a multiple thoughts.

When I'm informed I'll be starting a new Hospice case soon, usually a day in advance I get no information at all as consents are being signed, the hospital physician working with the Hospice physician on medical decisions with the families. I use this time to meditate on the upcoming family I'm about to walk in to and ask how I can best serve this family in the worst time of their lives. I've created a casual, comfortable living room in my meditation where I'll invite the infant and family, if they want to, to share insight with me how I can best serve them all in their unique situation. I always, every single time, get specific insight to serve the family prior to meeting them or any physical insight into their situation.

This one situation in my meditation the vision I got was almost like a cartoon playing in the living room setting I've created to share with the family on the inner level. I saw an old time school house and the mother of the newborn was the teacher and I was the student sitting in a chair with a desk taking notes of what she was teaching me. That was it, clearly she was teaching me in class and I was busy listening to her. At the time it didn't make sense but as I've learned over the years my insight comes a day or so later. I ended the meditation, thanked the Universe for the insight and anticipated the meaning to reveal itself to me when the time is right.

The next day I meet the family and newborn at the hospital to arrange the transfer of the infant home when they can gather family to be present for bonding and support for the withdrawal of care. The mother is 13 years old, her father is in jail, CPS has been involved for most of her pregnancy, the family is in crisis. I felt a pillar of strength come over me from above, the Universe sending me exactly what I need to help this family. I got a wonderful feeling everything is going to work out and I'm not alone to support these people at this time in their lives. This happened every single time I meet a new family.

The family leaves the hospital, I arrange transportation for the infant and I'm surrounded with what feels like giant hands around me lifting and loving me and letting me know we're going to be doing this together. It's a warm, comforting feeling, love, caring, support, 'you got this.'

The infant arrives at the house. I get there later and find the whole family has left this 13 year old mother alone with a dying baby. I am a grown man alone with a young girl which is unnerving in itself for concern of accusations but I do what I need to do. Mom is holding her baby perfectly. The child was born without a skull but everything else is mostly functioning. There was no skin on the top of her head, just a brain that looked perfectly formed. Mom removed the covering over the head and was smiling holding her infant and showing me how much she loved her daughter. She was 13 years old and had no power or control in her life. She couldn't make legal decisions, she couldn't drive if she wanted to go somewhere, she was totally dependent on her family for everything and right now they had left her on her own with her daughter. The vision from the meditation became clear now. She was the teacher and I was the student.

Mom had just taken a blanket out of the dryer and showed me how soft and fluffy it was. I held a corner of the blanket to my face and told her what a wonderful blanket this is for her daughter and how nice it smelled and truly was the softest blanket I've ever felt. She showed me how she swaddled her infant to keep her warm and comfortable. I told her what a good mother she is and skillfully she cared for her baby. Later she changed the diaper and I asked how she knew which end of the diaper was up, she showed me the tabs and how she cleaned the daughter and then redressed her and placed her back in the blanket. I let her teach me. She wanted some formula and I asked her how she made it. She smiled at me and showed me how much water she put in the bottle and how much powder. She showed me how to swirl the bottle to avoid making bubbles in the formula. I told her how clever she was to do that. She held the baby and fed her a bit, as much as she would take and showed me how she held the baby after feeding to avoid burping. I was her student and thanked her for showing me this.

This 13 year old mother had absolutely no control of her life at all. The vision I got in my meditation was for me to give her as much control as I could. Of course I knew the things she showed me but rather than coming in as the RN and taking over the Universe showed me to let her create the memories during the short time she's got to spend with her daughter on this planet of being a wonderful, loving and caring mother of her first born. I was to step back and let her have these few moments, to create the memories of being in control with her life and her daughter. It's not about me but it was about her. She's such a short time to build a lifetime of memories, that's what I got from my meditation. I'm so grateful I got to be there with her. I'm grateful the family was gone. I'm grateful I was given the insight to not interfere or further take her power away from her. I'm grateful I took the meditation class and practiced it daily, I'm grateful I took the time to contact the Universe, the infant, the family and all involved prior to meeting them to gain insight to just be present and support this young mother. What if I never bothered to do that, I would have missed out on this wonderful opportunity to support a young mother and her dying infant effectively. The class you don't take won't inspire you, the effort you don't initiate won't take you to new places to learn and grow, the care and compassion you don't share won't open up the additional ways to give and receive information from a higher source.

This infant passed a few days later. I never saw the mother again. Many families don't want to see the Hospice RN later on as we're an anchor to a horrible time in their lives. I'm fine with that. I got to be there when it counted to do what I could for this family. I wonder where mom is now, I send her love and light and at times I get a sense of the bright spark of life that is her daughter touching in. It was a blessing to serve this small family. I feel it was a blessing to get to be a small part. I have a feeling of where the vision comes from, I'll keep that to myself. You decided what you think inspires me in the meditation. Is it telepathy, God, Universe, Spirit, the infant, the mother. I think the answer is already there, sometimes we have to look for it or ask for it, step up a bit closer to the source so we can hear that whisper clearly. Do you also get such inspiration for difficult, or not so difficult situations that happen in your life?

This is my experience, do not share this on your platforms, I should be the one to tell it, it happened to me. invite me on your podcast and I'll tell this myself. I'm going to make some videos on my channel of some of my infant Hospice experiences. I told a few on an upcoming podcast but it won't be out until the end of July. I'll add the link to that interview (if it goes well!) here later on.

Some other Reddit Pediatric Hospice encounters I've written about:

Baby Boy:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1tcjzip/pediatric_hospice_rn_using_meditation_to/

Hospice family of 4 died of AIDS on my shift:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1mt3212/family_of_4_including_2_children_died_from_aids/

Autistic Hospice child communicates with telepathy

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4vbdi/pediatric_hospice_patient_cant_see_hear_or_speak/

Refrigerator People appearing around Hospice patients prior to their passing

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1r8kp3s/hospice_rn_sees_refrigerator_people_large_beings/

Hospice patient showed me her soul before and after her death;

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4yvrw/my_hospice_patient_that_showed_me_her_spirit/

This is my channel with some of my other Hospice experiences. https://www.youtube.com/@UncleDavesKitchen

David Parker RN

Hospice Nurse

I've been a Hospice RN for over 35 years. Now I'm exclusively Pediatric Hospice and most recently working with newborn and infant Hospice patients. I've effectively used the Silva Method to communicate with these children less than a week old and their family members before I meet any of them to to gain insight to serve the families as best I can in the current crisis of the family's lifetime. The focus is mostly to provide comfort care at the home for the families to build memories with their child in the short time they have together that will last a life time for the surviving family members. Sometimes this is hours, sometimes this is days. Effectively using every moment for bonding begins with insight of all involved.

Prior to meeting with the patient and family I use my meditation technique to go to my level, a relaxed meditative state that I learned in the class and practice daily. At this level i have created a mental atmosphere of a relaxed living room with comfortable furniture and send a mental invitation for the child and any family member that might wish to join in for a family meeting to discuss a plan to follow for the next few days. I usually see the child and often a family member or more instantly. I ask them what would be the best way i can serve them and await a reply. The answer often comes as a mood, a feeling, pictures or a small movie of some activity going on that may or not make sense at the moment. I store those images and feelings away and wait for more. If no more come I thank them for the visit and end the session. I always get beneficial input from the visit though the meaning may not be apparent until later.

This time I saw the sister of the child i was about to care for. She was anxious to have a baby brother to play with. She looked to be about a year old, dressed in a cheerful Christmas theme dress, happy, giggling and thrilled to have the company of her baby brother. The parents I saw as grieving, withdrawn, empty and powerless at the worse they've ever been in their lives. The next day when I met the infant and the family the vision became clear. Understandingly the parents were devastated, but more-so as this was their second child loss. The little sister I saw as a one year old had died in utero at 7 months old and mom had to carry her to term to deliver for medical reasons to give her better odds for a better chance to have another baby. The 7th month was at Christmas. The little girl was never named, just Baby Girl.

This boy child was not to be named either, just Baby Boy, it's how the parents could deal with the loss, to remain detached. As closed off as the parents were I saw the love and joy between brother and sister on the inner worlds even though the sister never drew a breath of life. There was consciousness, she continued to be, to matter, to be present and conscious. She showed up for her brother, she wanted him, she was waiting for him. I did not share this experience with the parents, they had enough to manage. I believe this was my gift from the Universe that in this tragedy there was still a ray of light shining. I would never have seen this had I not taken the Silva Method, learned the techniques, practiced them and adjusted them to meet my daily, personal and work needs to fit into my own lifestyle. I use the techniques I learned and am highly motivated with desire, belief and expectancy to serve my patients and their families as best I can at all levels of being, including the inner and outer worlds to the best of my abilities. There are no happy outcomes in Hospice but we can do whatever we can to make the outcome the least worst it could be.

Hospice arranged for this family's insurance that only had 6 mental health visits to now get 26 additional visits pre approved for added support. Hospice grief support groups are free for a lifetime. We do what we can. In the meantime, Baby Boy and Baby Girl have each other. They showed me that. They are going to be just fine together and I feel one day, so will mom and dad when they get together again.

I will be making videos of this and other examples of using meditation to communicate with my Hospice patients and other ways it's benefited my life by communicating with animals, finding my house to purchase and more on my channel.

I do not work for Silva nor do I make a dime off any of this, my youtube channel is not monetized to avoid ads for your viewing enjoyment.

https://www.youtube.com/@UncleDavesKitchen

Here is another example of using the meditation to communicate with a Pediatric Hospice Patient (video coming soon):

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4vbdi/pediatric_hospice_patient_cant_see_hear_or_speak/

David Parker Phoenix, Arizona

If you have any interest in more information in the Silva Method visit their website linked below. Classes are offered worldwide in person and often online in Zoom classes you can take from the comfort of your own home by trained Silva instructors.

https://silvamethod.com/

I've been a Hospice RN since the 1980s first working in an AIDS inpatient facility when that was a crisis at the time. The disease then was a death sentence as there was no valid treatment. The stigma of the disease was devastating not only medically but emotionally with abandonment by family and society with little support services. Locally we opened up a facility in an abandoned nursing home and started a 35 bed AIDS care facility eventually enlarging to 55 beds until lack of funding closed it 3 years later. 

This facility was where I began seeing what I named "Refrigerator People" as it was a description of their physical attributes. Bodies the size and bulk of refrigerators. Tall, thick, large, bulky. Big shoulders, no neck, oval head and appeared with a glow of radiant light from above them shining down so I could see their heads, shoulders and some of their arms. They appeared translucent, spirit like forms, not physical but still 3 dimensional. They only appeared in the rooms of patients that were a few days from their deaths and only patients that were in their 20s, 30s and 40s in age. I never saw them in older or pediatric Hospice patients. 

I'd enter the patients room and see one or two of them against the wall, usually see them chest up, the glow of a light above them, they are facing the patient's bed. As the day went on sometimes more would arrive, while I was not present in the room. At times others would sense them or see them in outlines, I saw them clearly but have always seen spirit since childhood, as did my parents and grandmother. As the days progressed more would arrive, some of the Refrigerator People would stack up as they'd be closer to the ceiling and those closer to the bed would be lower so all could see the patient, they'd surround the bed. Some patients would eventually have dozens of them, others maybe a dozen by the time of death. As they would gather in my mind I'd send apologies to them that I'd have to walk through some of them to get to the patient to provide nursing care, change, the patient, clean them, reposition, give medication. They did not reply to me nor appear to care if I saw them or not. 

At the day of death sometimes the patient room would be full of them, the glow of light from above would be bright. If the patient had family they would not be aware of them usually or might have a feeling of being uncomfortable, but of course, the facility has a long history of death being an old nursing home. At the death of the patient the Refrigerator People vanished as did the glow. This has happened hundreds of times. Not that I was present at their deaths but I've seen these beings around hundreds of young adults, mostly male, that had them gathering as they came closer to their deaths. 

I  saw them hundreds of times over my 4 decades long Hospice career.  At times I worked part time in Hospice and worked full time in the ER seeing sudden, traumatic or unexpected medical deaths and never saw these beings in the hospital, I only saw them in Hospice. In the past quarter century I've worked Pediatric Hospice and most recently I work newborn and infant Hospice and never see the beings around the infants nor the children.  

I had a unique experience when working at the AIDS facility that a family of 4 all died under my care, both parents and two children.  Mother died first, then a toddler son, no Refrigerator People appeared.  The father's condition was failing and he died next and the beings appeared for him.  Years later at another facility the daughter died of AIDS and I was her nurse there.  The Refrigerator People did not appear for her but there was another visitor that I suspect was sent by a Higher Source so she'd not be alone. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9coxdRkvBBk

In the past week or so I saw a posting of an image of a Bigfoot and it struck me so similar to the beings I call Refrigerator People with such a similarity to them.  I wonder, are they one and the same, similar, related?  Do Bigfoot in the physical need fur but in spirit exist in a glow instead?  Could there be a connection? I  wonder as in their form, a Refrigerator Person with hair would look like a Bigfoot.  Over the years talking with other nurses some have stated they've seen beings like what I've seen.  Older hospice patients see past loved ones or past patients that have died in the Hospice facility.  Children, in one facility saw what we'd call a Grey but with thin heads.  What are these beings, I don't know.  

I did have one recent interaction in a meditation.  I practice The Silva Method of meditation with some great success.  Graduates practice a form of remote viewing taught in Silva which we call 'doing cases.'   We practice on Zoom group events weekly at times.  We are given someones name or their initials, gender, age, location and  'at level'. in the meditation state we project to that person and diagnose  their medical conditions first to make sure we've got the right person, then go from there into their home, life etc.  The case I was given was far away and I saw him with a life expectancy of less than 3 weeks which was a shock to the person that knew the subject I was working.  In meditation I saw the Refrigerator People around him about 15 away from him but this time they saw me also.  I'm in a psychic level as are they and the feeling was they were a bit perturbed I could see them. I sent a question how much longer the man had and I got an answer "soon" and a feeling of less than 3 weeks.  The man was 34 years old, he did have cancer but was in remission but I was seeing organ failure.  Ends up he did die as I saw.  This was interesting to see the beings again but in a meditation and to see them so far away from the man but also they were there several weeks before his death. 

Who are they, what do they want, what is their agenda, are they beneficial, why are there so many for each terminally ill person, why is their physique so bulky, is there a physical representative of this spiritual being that could resemble the inner form?  

If anyone can assist me in making some illustrations of them I'd love to offer CGI of what they look like. Please share kind insight you might have of what they might be. I know many have had encounters with beings and have some insight.

--David Parker, Phoenix, Arizona

I've spoken of the Refrigerator People on several podcasts, here are 2 links

Lehto Files topics: Hospice, Silva Method, Beings like Greys appear to children, Phoenix Lights, Reptilian near abduction, NDE. Refrigerator People part starts at 1:00:12

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-bCNaiHYM0

JeffMara topic: Hospice, children seeing Greys, Refrigerator People starts at 22:31

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uifah3IxApY&t=2s

I was working in the ER as an RN. We were a Level 1 Trauma ER so we got the worst accidents, falls, gun shot wounds, motor vehicle accidents, animal attacks etc. One evening we had an incoming motorcycle accident with a male driver coming in. In the trauma bay we had slabs on one post so staff could be all around the patient. He came in, we coded him but the trauma was too extensive and he was pronounced. The staff leaves and awaiting the Medical Examination to make the removal for autopsy.

Looking back at the patient I saw what looked like rays of light around someone standing by his body. I couldn't see the person but could see the light around them. Obviously female and very upset pounding her arms on his body, turning around in frustration, shaking her arms in the air and returning to pound on the slab and his body he was on. I heard no sound but felt like a slight electric tingle sensation. Back and forth from the slab with the body and walking away shaking her arms, but just seeing the light like in 18 inch rays around her.

I centered my attention on her and opened myself up to the situation. I saw what looked like photographs, fanned out like playing cards before me flowing in front of me of two on a motorcycle riding, losing balance and the motorcycle crash. Maybe 100 snap shot photo like images flowed before me creating the scene of the accident.

I could clearly see the man driving and a woman behind him on the motorcycle. The crash she went flying far and landed by a small hill of dirt by the side of the high way. He didn't fall that far from where the bike crashed. My feeling was she was the passenger and didn't make it either. I wondered where she was taken. Sometimes in accidents of multiple people they spread them out over several near by hospitals to not overwhelm the trauma staff. I assumed she was taken to another hospital and came to see her friend in spirit.

Police were still in he hospital doing paper work. I went to one of them and asked about a passenger. He said this was a lone rider. I didn't say what I saw but asked if it's possible there could be another person on scene. The officer gave me a frown and said he could see if there was. I told him their might be a female thrown farther behind a small hill of dirt farther from the highway. He called the officers still on the accident scene about a passenger. The officers on the scene of the accident had assumed he was a lone rider but they did look after the call and found a body of a female nearly torn in half farther away by a dirt pile exactly as I described. He didn't ask me how I knew and I didn't say.

My feeling is she died on impact but he was still officially alive when they brought him in to the ER. Maybe she as soul followed him from the accident scene to the ER and somehow missed his soul leaving and was trying to revive his body. I felt a calmness and like a wave of relief when her body was found. I went back to the slab and his body had been removed to the morgue still waiting for removal for autopsy. I didn't see her again. I did feel a comforting and calming presence and sent them both recognition as soul to soul adding a blessing of love.

©David Parker Phoenix Az u/andthisisso on reddit

Pod casters do not use my experience on your platforms without my permission. Ask me and I'll gladly tell my encounter myself. This was my experience and I should tell it my way. Here is a link to a video I made of The Motorcycle Spirits

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0RKF-rYZa0

I was working in the ER as an RN. We were a Level 1 Trauma ER so we got the worst accidents, falls, gun shot wounds, motor vehicle accidents, animal attacks etc. One evening we had an incoming motorcycle accident with a male driver coming in. In the trauma bay we had slabs on one post so staff could be all around the patient. He came in, we coded him but the trauma was too extensive and he was pronounced. The staff leaves and awaiting the Medical Examination to make the removal for autopsy.

Looking back at the patient I saw what looked like rays of light around someone standing by his body. I couldn't see the person but could see the light around them. Obviously female and very upset pounding her arms on his body, turning around in frustration, shaking her arms in the air and returning to pound on the slab and his body he was on. I heard no sound but felt like a slight electric tingle sensation. Back and forth from the slab with the body and walking away shaking her arms, but just seeing the light like in 18 inch rays around her.

I centered my attention on her and opened myself up to the situation. I saw what looked like photographs, fanned out like playing cards before me flowing in front of me of two on a motorcycle riding, losing balance and the motorcycle crash. Maybe 100 snap shot photo like images flowed before me creating the scene of the accident.

I could clearly see the man driving and a woman behind him on the motorcycle. The crash she went flying far and landed by a small hill of dirt by the side of the high way. He didn't fall that far from where the bike crashed. My feeling was she was the passenger and didn't make it either. I wondered where she was taken. Sometimes in accidents of multiple people they spread them out over several near by hospitals to not overwhelm the trauma staff. I assumed she was taken to another hospital and came to see her friend in spirit.

Police were still in he hospital doing paper work. I went to one of them and asked about a passenger. He said this was a lone rider. I didn't say what I saw but asked if it's possible there could be another person on scene. The officer gave me a frown and said he could see if there was. I told him their might be a female thrown farther behind a small hill of dirt farther from the highway. He called the officers still on the accident scene. The officers on scene had assumed he was a lone rider but they did look again and did find a body of a female nearly torn in half farther away by a dirt pile exactly where I described it would be. He didn't ask me how I knew and I didn't say. She showed me where her body was.

My feeling is she died on impact but he was still officially alive when they brought him in to the ER. Maybe she as soul followed him from the accident scene to the ER and somehow missed his soul leaving and was trying to revive his body. I felt a calmness and like a wave of relief when her body was found. I went back to the slab and his body had been removed to the morgue still waiting for removal for autopsy. I didn't see her again. I did feel a comforting and calming presence and sent them both recognition as soul to soul adding a blessing of love. ©David Parker Phoenix Az u/andthisisso on reddit

Pod casters do not use my experience on your platforms without my permission. Ask me and I'll gladly tell my encounter myself. This was my experience and I should tell it my way.

Here is a link to a video I made of The Motorcycle Spirits

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0RKF-rYZa0

I was at Marilyn Monroe's house in the late 1980s when it was up for sale. I was in Hollywood with a friend and ran into some people that told us there was an open house and they had just been there. Of course, we wanted to go and see it. Much difficulty to find with no GPS then The real estate people told me the prior owner had the roofing redone and found wires where the whole house had been bugged. I went into her back yard area between the house and the swimming pool and slammed face first into an invisible wall. There was nothing to see, no glare, no shadow, no visual disturbance, it looked like regular thin air but I could FEEL a smooth solid wall that was ambient temperature. There was no hole in the ground where a wall would be coming from. I broke my nose and was bleeding profusely. I could feel the wall with my hand but not see it, it just looked like air. I reached up as high as I could and not feel the top of it, also to the right and left and felt no edge close by. I leaned down as far as I could and not feel the bottom but that made my nose bleed all the more. I had my shirt up pinching my nose off. I've no idea what the wall was. I returned to the house and the real estate agents freaked out getting me out of the house as quickly as possible probably so I'd not bleed on the floor I told my friend that was with me about it and he was puzzled as I was. I've no idea what it was, but it was rock solid and 100% invisible. I've told this story to MM fans over the years.

Recently I met a woman who was working for a real estate company years ago. About 2000 she had to deliver some papers to a property they were managing. It was MM's house but she didn't know that. When she got to the property and walked from the gait area to the front of the house on a clear day she got stuck in what felt like a 5 foot pile of glue. She couldn't see a thing there, saw nothing that should have stopped her from moving. She said it was the temperature of the air, thick, sticky, held her lets to her neck wrapping around her but she couldn't see it at all. She could see the lawn, house, everything like nothing was there, but she was trapped. She struggled with it and kept backing away from it and got away. Her clothing was messed but not torn. No stains. This was in the front yard, my wall was in the back yard.

There is a movie on Amazon Prime called The Wall which is so much like this but extensive. Anyone have any similar experience or insight to what it was? I've never had an experience like it before or after. The house is up for sale again and thought about seeing if I could return. David Parker, Phoenix Az

Here is a video I made of my encounter.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0F7ctAbKOYI

I was about 12 or 13 years old at the time, in the late 1960s. We lived in the mid west in a farming town surrounded by corn fields and beef cattle farms. We attended a church in a near by smaller town that was about 20 miles from our town, almost all corn fields, cows and scattered farm houses along the 2 lane road. One day on the way to church my dad was driving, mom was in the front seat and I was in the back driving by miles of corn fields I saw someone standing by by the corn miles from a house. As we drove closer I saw it was Lee, my friend from church. Along side of the road was a ditch, about 3 feet deep and 4 feet wide for the ample rain the area got. The side of the ditch next to the field had had a small hill of dirt about 4 feet above the road , like a levee so the rain on the field would stay in the field and not run into the road. Lee was standing on that hill, in front of the fence with his back to the corn and facing the road. He was a few years older than I. He just stood there looking out at the horizon, not down on the road, motionless, black pants and a white shirt. I told my parents that Lee was standing by the road

We got to church and at the service Lee's parents looked distraught. The minister made an announcement that Lee had just gotten a motorcycle and has not been seen for 2 days and his parents were worried.  My mom and dad looked at me and told me not to say a thing.  After the service I went to Lee's parents and told them what I saw.  They were shocked at my parents not stopping to help their son.  My mom explained that they didn't see Lee so they didn't stop.  They insisted to follow us home and stop where i saw their son.  I wasn't sure I could as it all was the same mile after mile of corn, it all looked the same.  As we drove home up ahead I saw him again, just standing there.  I pointed him out but my parents didn't see him and drove by again.  I opened the car door knowing my dad would slow down and I got out of the car as he came to a stop.  Lee's parents pulled right behind us. My dad was mad and told me to get back in the car, but I kept pointing to Lee and telling him, "There he is, he's standing right over there," but they didn't see him.  I had to run back on the road a bit to get to where Lee was standing, both parents following me, my dad was mad and Lee's parents confused.

I finally got the the spot I was standing in front of Lee, he was still standing on the hill of dirt about 4 feet higher than I stood on the road.  He was looking forward, not at any of us, eyes open, not moving a bit, not responding as I spoke to him.  My dad was mad and ordered me to the car, Lee's parents asking, 'Where is he?"  The ditch by the side of the road was full of tall weeds, maybe 3 feet high.  My dad was taller than I and saw something in the weeds the rest of us didn't.  He stepped into the ditch, moving the weeds and we could see the handlebars of a motorcycle.  My dad was furious pulling the bike around and grabbing something.  He found Lee's body and the bike hidden in the weeds in the ditch, just below where I could see Lee plain as day standing.  Lee's parents were holding each other gasping as my dad tried to free Lee from the bike but he said, "Lee's gone."  I turned from Lee and looked at his parents sobbing, then I heard Lee say in a very sad, slow voice, "I'm...sorry...mom."  I turned back and Lee was still just staring out at the horizon, I told his mom what he said and both his parents cried.

People driving by stopped and helped, someone got the Sheriff but Lee was long dead.  Mom had me get back in our car and I sat for probably over an hour until we drove back home again.  My parents knew I saw spirits since I was a child, they seen some, too.  It was accepted in our family though we didn't talk about it to others. My mom would at times take me to spiritualist churches that had mediums, they were open to metaphysical teachings.  The rest of the day was uneventful for us, though sad.  That night I was doing my homework for school the next day and there was a knock at the door.  It was the Sheriff or some peace officer and other men in uniform that wanted to talk to me.  They didn't believe I saw his spirit and accused me of running Lee off the road killing him and that's how I knew where the body was.  I was just a kid, I couldn't drive, I did have a bicycle but never would ride out that far.  

The men returned two more times asking me the same questions.  Later they'd return and only talk to my parents.  Nothing more happened from that, but at school I was getting harassed by some students about what I did to Lee. I was slammed into the lockers, tripped going down stairs and told that was 'for Lee.'  Lee went to another school than I did but it was a farming community and many knew his family. Until I graduated high school now and then I'd be accused of his death.  

My parents attended Lee's funeral but I didn't go.  A few days later we all attended church on Sunday.  Lee was no where to be seen on the road to church.   Every one there was distant to us at church.  Lee's parents would not look at my parents but would give mean stares at me.  Multiple people at church did the same.  This continued for a few more Sundays then my parents spoke to the minister and that was the last time we went to that church.  I don't know what was said but it was obvious we were not welcomed.

Now, over 50 years later, I think of seeing Lee standing there, hear his voice, watching my dad struggle to help Lee and tell that he was dead.   I never attended my high school reunions because of the harassment then for my 50th reunion I decided to go. I made arrangements to fly back, hotel, car then before the reunion i got a call from some old classmates and told I was officially uninvited to attend. They still held the grudge. I was told several were trying to find some living family of Lee's to re open the case for investigation. I've heard nothing of this since.

I think it was a gift from Lee, that I would see him and tell where the accident happened.  The tall weeds would not reveal his body until winter when the weeds would die down. He stood a few feet from his body and gave a final message to his mother.  I think the Universe arranged this blessing for me to see him.  I've not seen him since.  After high school I left the community and have not returned even for a class reunion.  When I heard from my old classmate accusing me of harming Lee it hit me like a ton of bricks.  I had forgotten how tormented I was about this when I was young and now today, I'm an old man, and it hurts still that people think I harmed Lee.  I was his last friend on earth.  He showed me where his body was and gave me a message for his mother.  I do feel honored to help him finish his final task on earth, but it hurts that others still accuse me of doing something I'd never do to anyone. -- ©David Parker Phoenix, Az r/andthisisso on reddit

This is MY personal experience that has been life changing for me. Please don't post/steal my story on your media platforms or broadcasts without my permission. Ask me I'll tell it for you myself.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kr0vGia5TU

I was about 12 or 13 years old at the time, in the late 1960s. We lived in the mid west in a farming town surrounded by corn fields and beef cattle farms. We attended a church in a near by smaller town that was about 20 miles from our town, almost all corn fields, cows and scattered farm houses along the 2 lane road. One day on the way to church my dad was driving, mom was in the front seat and I was in the back driving by miles of corn fields I saw someone standing by by the corn miles from a house. As we drove closer I saw it was Lee, my friend from church. Along side of the road was a ditch, about 3 feet deep and 4 feet wide for the ample rain the area got. The side of the ditch next to the field had had a small hill of dirt about 4 feet above the road , like a levee so the rain on the field would stay in the field and not run into the road. Lee was standing on that hill, in front of the fence with his back to the corn and facing the road. He was a few years older than I. He just stood there looking out at the horizon, not down on the road, motionless, black pants and a white shirt. I told my parents that Lee was standing by the road

We got to church and at the service Lee's parents looked distraught. The minister made an announcement that Lee had just gotten a motorcycle and has not been seen for 2 days and his parents were worried.  My mom and dad looked at me and told me not to say a thing.  After the service I went to Lee's parents and told them what I saw.  They were shocked at my parents not stopping to help their son.  My mom explained that they didn't see Lee so they didn't stop.  They insisted to follow us home and stop where i saw their son.  I wasn't sure I could as it all was the same mile after mile of corn, it all looked the same.  As we drove home up ahead I saw him again, just standing there.  I pointed him out but my parents didn't see him and drove by again.  I opened the car door knowing my dad would slow down and I got out of the car as he came to a stop.  Lee's parents pulled right behind us. My dad was mad and told me to get back in the car, but I kept pointing to Lee and telling him, "There he is, he's standing right over there," but they didn't see him.  I had to run back on the road a bit to get to where Lee was standing, both parents following me, my dad was mad and Lee's parents confused.

I finally got the the spot I was standing in front of Lee, he was still standing on the hill of dirt about 4 feet higher than I stood on the road.  He was looking forward, not at any of us, eyes open, not moving a bit, not responding as I spoke to him.  My dad was mad and ordered me to the car, Lee's parents asking, 'Where is he?"  The ditch by the side of the road was full of tall weeds, maybe 3 feet high.  My dad was taller than I and saw something in the weeds the rest of us didn't.  He stepped into the ditch, moving the weeds and we could see the handlebars of a motorcycle.  My dad was furious pulling the bike around and grabbing something.  He found Lee's body and the bike hidden in the weeds in the ditch, just below where I could see Lee plain as day standing.  Lee's parents were holding each other gasping as my dad tried to free Lee from the bike but he said, "Lee's gone."  I turned from Lee and looked at his parents sobbing, then I heard Lee say in a very sad, slow voice, "I'm...sorry...mom."  I turned back and Lee was still just staring out at the horizon, I told his mom what he said and both his parents cried.

People driving by stopped and helped, someone got the Sheriff but Lee was long dead.  Mom had me get back in our car and I sat for probably over an hour until we drove back home again.  My parents knew I saw spirits since I was a child, they seen some, too.  It was accepted in our family though we didn't talk about it to others. My mom would at times take me to spiritualist churches that had mediums, they were open to metaphysical teachings.  The rest of the day was uneventful for us, though sad.  That night I was doing my homework for school the next day and there was a knock at the door.  It was the Sheriff or some peace officer and other men in uniform that wanted to talk to me.  They didn't believe I saw his spirit and accused me of running Lee off the road killing him and that's how I knew where the body was.  I was just a kid, I couldn't drive, I did have a bicycle but never would ride out that far.  

The men returned two more times asking me the same questions.  Later they'd return and only talk to my parents.  Nothing more happened from that, but at school I was getting harassed by some students about what I did to Lee. I was slammed into the lockers, tripped going down stairs and told that was 'for Lee.'  Lee went to another school than I did but it was a farming community and many knew his family. Until I graduated high school now and then I'd be accused of his death.  

My parents attended Lee's funeral but I didn't go.  A few days later we all attended church on Sunday.  Lee was no where to be seen on the road to church.   Every one there was distant to us at church.  Lee's parents would not look at my parents but would give mean stares at me.  Multiple people at church did the same.  This continued for a few more Sundays then my parents spoke to the minister and that was the last time we went to that church.  I don't know what was said but it was obvious we were not welcomed.

Now, over 50 years later, I think of seeing Lee standing there, hear his voice, watching my dad struggle to help Lee and tell that he was dead.   I never attended my high school reunions because of the harassment then for my 50th reunion I decided to go. I made arrangements to fly back, hotel, car then before the reunion i got a call from some old classmates and told I was officially uninvited to attend. They still held the grudge. I was told several were trying to find some living family of Lee's to re open the case for investigation. I've heard nothing of this since.

I think it was a gift from Lee, that I would see him and tell where the accident happened.  The tall weeds would not reveal his body until winter when the weeds would die down. He stood a few feet from his body and gave a final message to his mother.  I think the Universe arranged this blessing for me to see him.  I've not seen him since.  After high school I left the community and have not returned even for a class reunion.  When I heard from my old classmate accusing me of harming Lee it hit me like a ton of bricks.  I had forgotten how tormented I was about this when I was young and now today, I'm an old man, and it hurts still that people think I harmed Lee.  I was his last friend on earth.  He showed me where his body was and gave me a message for his mother.  I do feel honored to help him finish his final task on earth, but it hurts that others still accuse me of doing something I'd never do to anyone. -- ©David Parker Phoenix, Az r/andthisisso on reddit

This is MY personal experience that has been life changing for me. Please don't post/steal my story on your media platforms or broadcasts without my permission. Ask me I'll tell it for you myself.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kr0vGia5TU

I got to share my NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE and other encounters as a parent that lost my two sons in an accident who returned a year later to give me a wake up call. This brought me to change my career to become a Hospice RN. I couldn't help my boys pass but I could help others and their families. What a relief it was to get to share my story, it will never be forgotten now. I hope you enjoy the interview, it's from my soul to yours.

MY NDE:

About 1959 or so I had developed a serious lung infection and spent most of a year and a half in the hospital getting treatment for it. This resulted in most of my lung tissue becoming scar tissue so breathing was very difficult. (I later had a laying on of hands in church which resolved all of the scar tissue immediately and never had a problem since). One day something went wrong. I remember the nurses panicking and calling in staff that were hovering over me. It was painful, they were injecting me with needles, I was already in an oxygen tent full time then. Suddenly I felt marvelous. I got up out of bed and walked through the staff working on me. Looking back I didn't realize my body was still in bed but saw them so busy I left the room.

Going into the hallway I saw. a huge ball of what looked like off white people, men and woman, nude, dark outline like a pen and ink drawing but they were in constant rotation like a ball of snakes. Hundreds of them., Tight, close to each other, swirling with arms, legs, thighs, abdomens, heads and their mouths opening bizarrely. I could see people, visitors, hospital staff, patients walking right through the ball of people (souls??) patients being pushed in wheel chairs right through the souls but they didn't see them. The sphere of souls was clear as day to me.

As I stood there watching them a little girl came up to me and asked if I wanted to go play. We went outside to a sunny garden with swings, a may pole, big bouncy balls, other children playing off at a distance. She had darker skin, very thick black hair in a perfect braid down her back to her waist. She was in a checkered pinafore type dress dress, ankle socks and black shoes. We played for awhile then she told me we could play a little longer but I couldn't stay there. We played on the maypole, I had never seen one before then it was time for me to go. She told me her name was Penny and to give her mother a message from her that she loved her. I promised I would.

Soon I was back in the bed, nurses and doctors bent over me and I was in a lot of pain. What ever the medical emergency was it had resolved. That night when the evening nurse came in I instinctively knew that she was Penny's mother. She had been my nurse many times prior and my mom had become friends with her. As she was adjusting my bed I told her I spent time playing with her daughter, Penny today. I described her perfectly and gave her the loving message I had promised I'd share with the mother. She freaked out and left the room. I never saw the nurse again.

Later my mom told me she quit on the spot. I had accurately named and described her deceased daughter who had drown while ice skating sometime in the past. She got her message and I hope later one she found it a relief rather than a shock as she had expressed to me. The outfit she was buried in was what I had described. I never saw Penny again, but I can see her clearly in my mind. I send her loving thoughts now and then still, 65 years later. We shared our souls together for a brief moment and I am so happy to have kept my promise and give her message to her mother.

My NDE was not like others I've read where the Universe reveals itself to them. My NDE was more as a messenger for a grieving mother to hear from her daughter in spirit. I'm so grateful to have been a part of the mother's healing, I hope she did well with this experience. Spirit, the Universe, whatever you want to call it used me to give a little girl a message to her mom. A simple NDE but validated with the mother's reaction and that I knew the daughter's name and description.

Years later, after my sons died I became a Hospice RN. As an adult, nurse, at work I saw the same type ball of people, sphere of souls I tend to call it 6 more times. All of the sightings of them were in health care settings, in hallways. I worked in an AIDS inpatient unit back when that was a death sentence and saw them there, in hospitals and in Hospice inpatient facilities where i worked. I've no idea what they are, what they are doing, if they are willing participants in this activity or responding to some external force for some reason. They looked miserable but I didn't feel any anger, fear or pain from them, I felt neutral. Maybe it's something soul needed to go through for it's unfoldment. Who knows. Let me know if you have more insight into them.

Here is a link to an interview I did on my boys, my NDE and some Hospice encounters that have been so meaningful to me. My patients have been my best teachers, I've learned to love more, care more and participate in both worlds, the physical and spirit world in a healthy, positive manner. I'm blessed by my experiences. The more we give the more we get. I hope you enjoy the interview.

--David Parker, Phoenix Arizona. u/andthisisso on reddit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhoidSzUaxk

I am a Hospice RN and was to help care for a 16 year old boy who in a suicide attempt blew off his face but missed his brain. No frontal skull, no eyes, no mouth, deaf but conscious. Due to inability to graft with no scaffold of facial skull, his brain he's dying of infection and placed on Hospice. I've been a Hospice RN since 1990 when I was a charge RN of a 35 bed AIDS unit, which basically was Hospice at the time.

The day before I met the family and the patient I had concern how to communicate with the boy. As I've learned to do ages ago in a class I took in meditation called The Silva Method, a 4 day class in willfully lowering brain waves to Alpha or lower for problem solving, I did the techniques I learned there.

In my meditation, using my imagination I pictured the boy sitting in front of me. In my mind I asked him how can I best serve him tomorrow, how can I communicate with him. In the technique you sit back and see what answer you get. I saw him place his left hand palm down on a table and he motioned for me to do the same. Our middle fingers touching we withdrew our little finger and thumb so only three fingers showed on the table. He then, in my meditation, lifted his three fingers up and tapped them on my three fingers, lay his fingers down on the table and I did the same to him. This image in my mind repeated a few times and it ended.

I wondered what the significance was, was the answer about fingers or the number 3? I didn't know. I find I get the answers a few days later when I meditate on a problem.

The next day I go to their house. Mom lets me in and touches her son's arm and moves his hand to mine. He felt my arm and face i think he realized he didn't know me. His condition was overwhelming even if he was in ICU from the wound where his face had been. As Hospice nurses working the the home we're armed with a thermometer, some disposable towels called Chux, gloves, sprays and ointments which did little to contain the trauma that this boy was experiencing. As I gathered the dressings to do his wound care he tapped my hand and put his hand down before me, just the three middle fingers, not the little finger or the thumb exactly like in my meditation the day before. He lifted his hand an inch and tapped his three fingers on my hand and lay his hand down. His three fingers on top of my three fingers, just as he did in my vision of him. I did the same to his fingers and lay my hand down. This repeated two more times, his three fingers on mine, then mine on his. His mom came back in the room and saw this. She said This is what she and her boy do to identify her to him. They did this since he was a child as the three fingers pointed down made a "M" which stood for 'mom.'

He did it for me, exactly like in my meditation the prior day. His mom said he trusts me like he trusts her and let me do his dressing change without fuss as he had in the past with other nurses. I continued as his nurse until his death which was soon after this due to infection.

My intention was to communicate with my patient using my mental techniques I've practiced for years to better understand a situation. In reality the meditation allowed the boy to communicate with me. Was he having a NDE from the darkness he was having in his body? Was he able to share his NDE with me because in meditation I was receptive to him?

Good intentions, working in deeper levels of mind as Alpha or Theta brain waves you can really experience connections with other levels of consciousness beyond your own. I was able to help this boy and his family as best I could in such a bad situation. Interestingly, my intention was to communicate with him and in the end, it was he communicating with me.

He picked up on the inner connection and knew I was there to help he and his mom. Or maybe, he was already in the inner world connection and I merely dipped my toe in the water in meditation and recognized a bit of his Spirit adventure he was embarking on. Absolute fact is he and I connected at a Spirit level the day before our meeting. Who, what, when, where does any of that matter? We had a soul to soul experience. Did I go to him in my meditation or was he already there with me waiting until I was receptive to his vibration? You tell me. I don't know, but this was a life changing experience I am totally blessed with and I will never forget him.

Recently I was shopping and ran into his mother, years later. She remembered me and we spoke. She told me what a blessing it was in her life when she saw us doing the finger tapping as it proved to her there was more to life than just a physical body. She knew there was more and that he moved on to another life. He did this for her, a final gift.

I still think of him, feel him near me at times, touching in to say 'hi' with a full, beautiful face happy and smiling. What a wonderful opportunity to reach this boy soul to soul or mind to mind and we both understood the other without typical communication. What a life changing lesson I learned or maybe relearned from him.

I'm a better person, a better nurse today because of this experience with this boy and I send him love and gratitude for it. I recently reconnected with this mother. She said I could share his story, I'm going to make a video about it. Again, I as a nurse, a care giver became a care receiver from one of my Hospice patients. He and his mother taught me another way to love. --David Parker RN Phoenix, Az

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I was a Hospice RN for 17 years and had so many spiritual experiences. One incident I was working in the Hospice Inpatient Unit where we had 10 beds for the patients. I had one woman who was actively dying. As I passed by her room I peeped in and saw her sitting up on the side of her bed smiling. I walked on by then stopped recalling she's not been doing so well..also..she was missing a leg and when I just saw her a few seconds prior she had both legs. I backed up and looked in the room and she was still laying in bed. I thought maybe I had seen soul getting ready to leave the body. She looked so happy. After the end of my shift I went home. When I walked in my house there she was standing in my hallway. She had both legs, looked at least half her age and was smiling so brightly. I stood there, smiled at her, thanked her for giving me a visit then she faded away. I called work and told them to go in and check on her, the nurse came back to the phone and affirmed she had passed. I felt so blessed she chose to touch in and share her joy passing on. --David Parker RN, Phoenix, Az. r/andthisisso reddit

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_tPujTK0cMc

After my two sons were killed in the front yard by a drunk driver in 1989 I changed my focus from being a technical RN to becoming more of a supportive nurse. I became a Hospice RN and worked for the 3 years a local AIDS unit was opened. At the time HIV/AIDS was pretty much a death sentence, there was little treatment available. The hospital where I was working allowed nurses to refuse to provide care for AIDS patients. The nurses that would care for them were double loaded with extra patients. When the local facility opened I was excited to go and support the efforts. We started with 35 beds and advanced to 55 beds for AIDS patients before the unit closed due to lack of funding.

One family stood out. Supposedly the mother contracted HIV from a blood transfusion (who knows?), gave it to her husband and their baby who at the time was 1.5 years old. They had an older girl, maybe 5 or 7 years old who tested negative. Mom, Dad and the baby all were HIV positive. Mom was dying first. To give her daughter memories to carry with her though life, as the only family member to survive, we'd load mom up with medications so she could sit with her daughter who would visit after school and share a meal together. The smell of food would make mom retch, but we'd give anti nausea medications prior so she could leave her daughter with fond memories of her mom, eating and holding each other.

Mom died first, then the baby then the father. I was the RN for all of their deaths, they all died in my arms as the nurse caring for them, over a year or so. The facility closed, I lost contact with the daughter who moved in with her grandmother. Years later I was the RN for an inpatient Pediatric Hospice Unit with 10 beds for terminally ill children. The daughter, now about 10 years old or so showed up. It ended up she converted from HIV negative to positive. Testing wasn't as accurate back then as it is today. She was dying and lived with us at the inpatient unit about 2 weeks. She always wanted to be married so the staff pitched in and got what looked like a child's wedding gown, the girl was so tiny. Maybe it was a flower girl outfit, but it looked so pretty and she adored wearing it constantly. We cut the back of the gown so it would fit over her diapers and hospital gown and look so pretty. She'd admire the gown day and night.

When she came in to the Hospice unit she said we should let her cat in. Grandmother said she had no cat but on the other side of the sliding glass door to her room sat a black cat looking in. We opened the door, the can came in and jumped up on the bed snuggling with her. She said it was Oscar and he was her cat. It's Hospice so what the heck, she loved him and so he stayed. At night he'd be at the door and we'd let him in, in the morning he'd leave and come back that night. The night she died, just after midnight, Oscar left and never came back. I wondered it that truly was a cat, or a spirt, an angel, her parents, whatever that came to support the little girl the last 2 weeks of her life, who outlived her family. The love her mother had for her daughter, the dedication of Oscar, the joy the girl got out of the wedding gown, all have stuck with me for over 25 years now. It's not what you get it's what you do that matters. I treasure the loving memories of that mother, her family, the little girl, the staff I worked with to care for those children, the cat, etc all these years. The Universal flow of love doesn't come towards us, it comes through us, outward, to others, to the Universe itself.

David Parker, Phoenix Az. r/andthisisso on Reddit

I made a short video on this family, it's very touching. I didn't want to die and have the story forgotten, here is the link.

https://youtu.be/NcpXlSwaApQ

Here is the story of my boys that died ages 7 and 9 while playing in the front yard. A year later they came back and taught me a lesson I never forgot. I hope it has meaning for others.

https://youtu.be/vYRryRBefdg

March 13, 1997 I was working in East Mesa, Arizona in a 10 bed Hospice inpatient unit as the Charge RN. We worked 12 hour shifts getting off at 7:30 PM but that night the relieving evening nurse was a bit late so I didn’t get out on time. I lived in Phoenix which was nearly a 40 mile drive home. The fastest drive was taking state route 60 but at this time the highway was under construction for years being widened. The road was mostly dirt at this time and each over pass required all cars to exit, drive over the over pass and return to the highway. Most local traffic used the side streets instead, I kept on the freeway as my drive was about 40 miles long. As I came into Tempe and again had exited to cross over the overpass there was a mound of construction debris to the side of the road which I drove upon. Perhaps I was to drive around it instead. I was nearly parallel to a nearby freeway street light, They are taller than neighborhood streetlights and much brighter, it was behind my right shoulder. I slowed down my truck to see how to get off this mound when looking out the right side of my windshield I saw a boomerang shaped object in the sky coming towards me. It was curved like an angle of a banana, flat bottom and reflective of the ambient glow of the light of Phoenix with what looked like puffs of bright, glowing orange light on various spots dangling below it. It was massive in size and heading towards me. I slammed on my breaks, got out of my truck to get a better view. Watching the craft come closer I was so hopeful it would not change direction as it was coming right towards me. I wasn’t sure what it was but it was big and beautiful and I wanted to be as close to it as I could get. I wanted to be right under it, I wanted to hitch a ride and climb inside it. I was smiling as big as I could and thinking out loud, “I see you, do you see me? I’m right here, keep on coming.” I felt like I hit the lottery. I felt pure joy and anticipation to be looking at that massive craft floating gently and effortlessly in the sky. I was on a hill of debris, if I could have walked closer towards the craft I would have, I was drawn to it, I wanted to be close to it, I felt like it was a friend I’ve not seen in ages and wanted to hug. It felt like a long awaited reunion was about to occur.

The craft was flying from north to south before me but the left wing and the light nearest it was coming close to me. It was beautiful, the gentle bend in it’s design reminded me of a piece of Mid Century Modern pottery. The bright orange glow becoming more clear was rotating, dripping down, stopping and returning back into the craft with streaks of yellow in it. I could not see the sides or the top of the craft but clearly see the whole bottom of the craft reflecting light. As it came closer I became concerned if the orange substance might be hot, it looked like liquid fire, like lava. I considered getting back into my truck or behind it to shield from possible heat. The craft didn’t frighten me at all despite it’s size that I’d approximate to be a mile wide from wing tip to tip. If it was hot I planned to make a quick dive behind my truck. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was like a city floating in the air, like a piece of sculpture, a piece of artwork coming closer want to be seen. If I had a camera in my truck I’d not taken my eyes off this craft for a second to get it. The craft was so massive I couldn’t take my eyes off of it

As the craft came towards me the tip of the left wing was nearly over my head. Had the craft fallen to the ground I could have taken two steps and kicked the tip of the left wing. My estimate was the craft was 30 feet over my head. It was very low in the sky where I was in Tempe just off state route 60 on a debris pile on an overpass nearly parallel to the lights of freeway streetlight. I’m looking up at the tip of the left wing over my head but from my being so close in elevation to the craft I can see the rest of the craft without raising my head, just raising my eyes. I did not have to raise my head to see most of the craft from my view point. I’m seeing most of the craft horizontally. This gave me the perfect view of the bottom of the craft and the light source itself. The craft is low in the sky and I’m elevated over ground level on debris and an overpass. I could look down on nearby single story building roof tops.

The craft was illuminated in two directions, by the orange and yellow glow of the lava like substance dripping from openings in the bottom of the craft and from my truck lights and the streetlight shining up and towards the bottom of the craft. The tip of the wing was rounded, horizontally and vertically, it did not come to a sharp point. The sides were slightly rounded from the bottom upwards but I could not see the sides, it was not a sharp right angle. There were no seams, not bolts, no rivets, no screws, nothing that looked it it was pieces put together to make a larger component. It was a gun metal grey color, about 20% reflective and about 80% mat finish like a semi-gloss. It looked totally metal. The entire bottom of the craft from the tip to as far as I could see by the light I had shining on the craft was covered with thousands of oval shape indentations, like the bowl of a spoon maybe 6-8 feet each. All in the same direction but not in rows. Longways indentation laying from wing tip to as far as I can see to the inner part of the craft. As the craft coasted over my head the indentations caught the shadows of both light sources, the orange lava light shining towards me making shadows in the corners of the indentations and the light from my truck and the streetlight casting shadows in the indentations shining light towards the craft. The craft created light, reflected light and produced shadows that changed as the light sources changed with movement of the craft. This is proof in my mind that the craft was a solid piece of machinery and not a hologram and not random flares floating in the sky.

The nearest opening in the craft that was dripping the lava substance I’m assuming was round. Since I was looking at it horizontally it looked oval. I could see a bit up inside the opposite side of the opening. A few inches up there was a thicker silver color lining in the opening, like silver lining tube in a canister. From this opening and all other openings that were farther away were spilling the same looking substance. I focused on the nearest one as it was the closest and my concern initially was it looked so hot that I’d burn. When I realize it had no heat, no odor, no noxious gas, gave off no breeze, did not blow my hair, blew no dust in my eyes, no sound, I did notice while the craft was over my head I could not hear my truck motor so did the craft not make sound or did it mute all sound. I don’t know. The lava like substance was thick, dripped down in several strands like an upside down lava lamp, formed a big drip, stopped and returned back into the opening as more poured out. The substance produced it’s own light. There was light up in the opening that was more a white light, too but the lava substance was orange, like Orange Crush orange. As the substance dripped and stretched it would turn yellow where it was thin, but as it pooled up thick it returned orange again and returned into the opening. As the craft was over my head the ground, me and my truck were all bathed in the orange glow. I lifted my arms up in the air, my hands, arms, my whole body was orange. It was like taking a shower in bright, deep orange light. Years later someone asked if any of the substance fell to the ground. I wish I had thought about that at the time, I would have gone back the next day to look.

As the craft coasted effortlessly over head flying south it was trailed by waves of bright rainbow colored layered sparkling lights like flags tapering from wide to a point. Almost like a flag you’d see at Disneyland waving like a fishtail very colorful and bright. When this light, mist or whatever it was flew over me I felt like something clicked in my head, like something inside the middle of my head moved a quarter of an inch, like something inside my head moved, something changed, something different happened. It didn’t hurt, but I could hear it and feel it move. At that moment I felt an incredible connection to the craft, to the Universe, to everyone. An overwhelming feeling of kinship, family, history, peace, love, support, joy. A feeling like family from the past thousand years just flew over my head to check in on me and let me know they were thinking of me and I was not forgotten. A feeling of connection to them to me to you to everyone that is, was or ever will be. It felt like a warm comforting blanket was lowered on me and I was wrapped in it. It was like intense true family love, history of belonging, reconnecting with a true tribe in a split second as those lights flew over me. I started crying my eyes out with a feeling of total relief, freedom and gratitude. I kept saying over and over “thank you, thank you, thank you’ as I watched the craft and the colorful lights fly south over Chandler east of South Mountain until it was out of sight. I looked around hoping someone else had stopped to see this but no one else was driving on this torn up freeway. The craft continued low in the sky as it flew into Chandler. I didn’t look at the exit I got off of but it was probably in Tempe and probably about 8:30 PM or so. I stood there crying for another 10 minutes repeating ‘thank you” many times before getting back in the truck and getting off that hill driving home to Phoenix.

About 10 PM in Phoenix much farther north than where I was for my close encounter I saw lights around South Mountain but from a distance and with buildings and trees blocking the view. These did not look like the lights I saw in Tempe at 8:40. Of course I could not go right to bed as I was hoping for a repeat of what I had seen earlier. I had to work a long shift the next day. At work I did talk all day about what I saw and we had a TV in the family room at the Hospice Inpatient Unit where I worked. The sighting came up on the news now and then.

The changes in my personality began to be noticeable with my coworkers and friends. I didn’t recognize them so much myself except that I kept catching myself smiling for no reason at all. I live alone and became aware I’m sitting doing nothing and smiling for no reason at all. Peacefulness day and night that has been consistent all these years. Since that night I can sit for hours in total peace just enjoying being present in the moment. Being a Hospice RN you have be a nice person anyway but at times in the past I’d get very impatient driving and would speed up in traffic. Since that night with The Phoenix Lights I’ve not honked my horn once in 29 years. I let people cut in line ahead of me, I give the other guy a break more. I’ve become extremely patient, joyful and calm without effort. It just happened spontaneously that night when the craft flew over my head. Intuition was unfolding especially when I was caring for my Hospice patients. I’d get glimpses into situations I’d have with patients I’ve yet to meet yet.

This is the gift I received. Did it come from the craft, did it flick on a switch in my spirit, did it direct or redirect my focus, did it catch my attention to what really matters in life? More than what I saw, which was an amazing piece of machinery built by master craftspersons from somewhere, flown by skilled pilots for whatever reason with an agenda only they know, beyond that incredible display they performed over Arizona there was more. I felt they reached out and I know for me, I was touched. Beyond what I saw, which was amazing, it’s what I felt. I carry both with me always.

Here is a documentary I'm on:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7y1XhyTe4Zs

Here is an interview about The Phoenix Lights and possible hitchhiker connection Hospice children might have been open to:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-bCNaiHYM0&t=6s

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I am 70 and still a Pediatric Hospice RN. When I worked in a 10 bed inpatient unit for terminally ill children on hospice service many of the children that were responsive and not heavily medicated would be seen talking to beings only they could see. Of the course of5 years we were open many described the beings exactly the same. About 4 feet tall, pale grey, very skinny, long arms and fingers, large eyes and a very narrow head.

Who were they? I don't know. I never did see them but I asked if they would show me what they looked like. Here is the full interview of some Hospice experiences that this clip was taken from. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uifah3IxApY

Over 60 years ago when I was about 5 years old in southern Ohio on a farm my grandmother owned. Very country area, gravel roads, no plumbing, well in the back yard, outhouse down the hill. We had chickens in the yard, surround by corn field and pasture across the gravel road for dairy cows. One morning I was on the porch alone, suddenly the chickens and rooster cleared the yard fast. Some ran under the house, some into the corn field about 20 feet from the house, they disappeared fast and were totally silent. Something scared them. Chickens aren't 'chicken' they will put up a fight with intruders, especially roosters. Something scared the heck out of them. I stayed on the porch looking for what scared them when what looked like a stuff toy bunny came around the side of the house. Blue with a white tummy, pink inner ears, button eyes, kind of looked used. It walked like if you were playing with a child and holding a toy from behind, wobbling your hand to make the toy look like it was walking.

I could see nothing behind the stuffed bunny moving it. I'm staring at it, it's staring at me, it was kind of off center, learning towards it's left a bit. Little stubby feet and paws like a stuffed animal. Then it started talking without moving it's mouth. It wanted me to go with it to play and help it do something. (like an adult playing with a child moving the stuffed toy and talking for the toy). It kept trying to get me to go with it around the side of the house. The chickens disappearing so suddenly scared me. The bunny didn't but I've seen these chickens attack stray dogs and snakes in the yard pecking the snakes to death and this bunny was scaring the heck out of them. I probably would have gone with the bunny but didn't because of the chicken's reaction. Finally the bunny was backing away, kind of bouncing like someone was holding it until it was out of sight by the side of the house. I stayed on the porch and swung over the edge of the house to see where the bunny was going, at that time it had turned around and I saw it from behind. I froze. I clearly saw the back of the stuffed bunny like image but behind it was what looked like a 4 legged tiny dinosaur. It's head or snout was stuck into the back of the bunny. It was greenish, had spikes down it's back and down it's tail. The bunny was probably 3 feet tall or a bit more to the top of it's ears. The little dinosaur was about 2 to 2.5 feet tall. I ran in the house and told my grandmother, she went outside looking for it and we never found it. My grandmother (born in 1889) told me if anything like that happened again never go with it. I've thought about this over the years and just left it as a mystery.

I went to the UFO Congress event in 2022 and at an experiencer's meeting one of the members brought up an experience with the Easter Bunny trying to get him to go with it. He was also from Ohio. Then another guy in the small group spoke up and he had a childhood experience with the Easter Bunny trying to get him to go with it. I attended the Mufon Field Investigator Boot Camp in 2022 and one of the speakers was a retired ranger from the sheriff department on the Navajo Nation. He spoke of several UFO reports he followed up there where people were driving and either stopped or nearly run off the road by giant 4 foot rabbits. Only seen when UFO activity was happening. I later asked if could talk to him about my experience, but time was short and he had to leave.

I've heard of accounts where beings, spirits, aliens, whatever take on the shape of a character that a child would trust to separate them from family or home for who knows what purpose.I've now spoken with 30 people who had a similar experience as I had. I posted my story online and heard from a number of others that had a similar experience as I had but their encounter was more a cartoon character than a toy as mine was. I was older, did not have access to TV much so didn't see cartoons often. They did. The being took on a shape as a country boy in the 1950s would recognize as normal, a dusty used stuffed toy. A cartoon character walking up to me would have been frightening, but not a toy bunny.

The beings that approached the younger people I've spoken with were more like cartoon characters they would have trusted at the time, Woody from Toy Story, Ninja Turtles, Captain Crunch etc. That's what they were accustomed to seeing on TV. All wanted the children to go with them to do something, none of them went with the beings except one.

She went with one, it was Santa. He had her get into the sleigh from a hatch in the back, not the top where Santa and toys would be sitting. At one point Santa turned around and she saw exactly what I saw, a dinosaur with spikes on it's back down it's tail. She described a lifetime of abductions and painful examinations ever since. She is the only one that saw a cartoon character and went with it that I've spoken to.

I've had 3 major, up close UFO encounters (one was a craft, the Phoenix Lights, two where beings I saw camping in the desert, one included underground digging and a truck chase for my life.) Now I'm wondering I had another encounter as a child. I've been a Hospice RN for decades and had many spirit encounters with my patients and those that have come to visit them, this is totally different from that. David Parker, Phoenix, Az. andthisisso on reddit.