S&S I hope I didn’t give the impression that I was suggesting to avoid your bed, I just wanted to assure you that this feeling was shared by many of us.
What I am going to say is sort of hard but when put to the test its pretty real for me at least,
"With me its the fear of death, having to deal with the experience of dying, being aware that I am going".
How does one deal with such a feeling/thought, I have come to the conclusion that my fear of death was due to not resolving the issues between me and my Creator.
I was in a ski resort in Canada late at night, laying in bed feeling my heart thump in my chest, (I think I was listening for it to quit, "why") I could even hear the springs in the innerspring mattress make a noise". I got out of bed and got on my knees on the floor of the bedroom, I was ready to concede to God what ever control He wanted over me, I just wanted to stop the fear. My prayer was not fancy, I asked God to either kill me or stop the fear. I walked around for while and went back to bed. At this time I was taking 3 of the blue xanax every day, I would go forward as far as God would allow, several days later I had to take a plane back to DFW from Montreal, I hate to fly, strange for an X Paratrooper but I didn’t like to jump either I did it for the extra pay. Once we were in level flight and the cart came by I ordered two double Jack on Ice, I started sipping on the first one, next thing I knew we were descending to DFW my drinks had turned to water. I had slept through the whole thing. after several days at home I realized I had not use any xanax sense that night in Montreal,
Anyone can make anything out of my experience they want, I am sure it was one or maybe two things, Either I had experienced a sort of Miracle or my mind had shifted gears. See I had been a control freak all my life, that’s why I hated flying they wouldn’t let me take control of the plane, I didn’t trust anyone with my life or safety, even God, Up until that time I had not ever given even God that much control over me. I thought.
I don’t know if it was ego or arrogance, it really did not matter you see when I stopped being afraid of death Panic/anxiety no longer had any power over me.
It still tried, many times, but I would just take a half xanax and push through, it still tried to nail me but after I figured out the only thing panic had to use to terrify me was the fear of death I am able to tell panic I just dont have time for you. The experience of one facing their mortality is shocking, terrifying expierence. "I worked this out in my mind like a short video". There's a knock at the door, I say who is it, answer, I'm your mortality, I say go away I'm busy today, it says, I will keep knocking on your door until you
open up and embrace me, bs I aint hugging that pos, Finally I was wore down and no place to go and I
opened the door,
my mortality stepped forward and embraced me and kissed me full on the mouth, a shocking wet kiss, I stepped back and looked at this horrifying, unavoidable, spectre, and cried for myself,then I finally accepted that one day I must die!
There is no longer the night terrors in by heart, I know what I must face on the given day, But I promise all of you "I will not die every day". I will only do this one time, period!
I guess after writing this I am now "certified".
Love to all
Larry ***
Post Edited (lgm1942) : 3/21/2013 2:24:11 PM (GMT-6)