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Your Text: Insert Slimies » Insert UBB Code » Close Last Tag \| All Tags UBB Help	A sleep paralysis and a green galaxy. Sure beats sleep walking, only to find the carpet strangely damp in the coat closet at the end of the hall. Ahaaaa... Damm you Mister Whiskers! Here's my tales of the weird... I lost my brother to Cancer 18 years ago and had an experience I've rarely spoke of. We had brought him home for his last days. It was Memorial Day weekend, and he had been in and out of consciousness all afternoon, was heavily drugged and having full body seizures. I was at his bedside attending some bite marks on his lip and tongue. When suddenly he went crystal clear. Like he had never been sick, it was one of those moments, where you just knew. I yelled for mother, "call dad now." luckily he was already on the way. I was sitting on his bed talking. When suddenly, stare at something in the upper corner of his bedroom and would take his eye off it. Thinking it was another seizures, I though nothing of it. But he started to became increasingly agitated and frighted. Swing his fist in the air as if fighting off an attack, even hitting me in the jaw in the process. "What is it?" I asked, "I don't know, it fuzzy, it looks kind of like a Lepercon. This was weirding me out. "It must be the drugs" I though. Then it got worse. He stare yelling at the empty space. Saying "No, no, I don't want to go" and "keep away" and acted as if someone was physically pulling him. I lost it at this point, I left the room and broke down. Twenty minutes, I regained my composure and resume comforting my brother. He was still seeing, fighting and yelling at the so called "Lepercon." Not knowing what else to do, I decide to help. I swing wildly in th direction of the attacker yelling "go away." He calm down a little with my assistance almost as if I was effective. "What do they want" I asked "He wants me to go." "Go where?" But by this time - I knew. "Do you want to go." I asked. "I don't know" and he seamed calmer. I finally realized he, need or wanted our permission. I don't recall what I said, but it was something like "It ok, you can go. Just wait for dad." my mother who was now at bedside, agreed with me. My dad arrived not 5 minutes later, my brother lingered for another hour or so before slowly passing away that afternoon. Did he really see something? Was it real, was it the drugs or some kind of crazy physiological shut down process. The experience still haunts me to this day and bring shivers to my spine 18 years later. I just what to know where "Lepercon" came from Weird. Perhaps is some left over Scots/Irish heritage - racial memory? It's was the worst day of my life, yet strangely my most valued. As for the after life, I'll worry about the afterlife when I get there. Should I meet God there. I might just kick him in the "nuts." :) J. Stuart J. Rainbows and lucky charms for everyone. [small](Edited by [url=http://www.ozoneasylum.com/user/704]jstuartj[/url] on 03-05-2009 09:43)[/small] Loading...
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