Through My Daughter's Eyes
From: Story type: Out of Body Experience Location: Seattle, WA (USA) Source: Form Submission Date submitted: Thu Dec 18 02:29:26 2008
What you are about to read was by far the weirdest experience of my life. Although it happened 20 years ago, I recall the whole thing as though it happened yesterday. I have an excellent memory that my friends chide me about, in case you are wondering. It all started with the birth of my first child, which also had an unusual beginning.
My first born child was a little girl that I met in a dream. You see, I always imagined myself having a son, so quite naturally I would daydream about that son. I was quite shocked when I had a very vivid dream (while pregnant) of a little girl with huge, dark-blue eyes, that was standing on some stairs, smiling and beckoning to me. When I woke up, such a feeling of happiness washed over me that I intuitively knew that the child in my dream was my daughter - that was yet to be born. I looked forward to the day I would have her, which came a few months later. The little girl from the dream was my baby - she had the exact same smile and dark-blue eyes that I fell in love with - I knew it was her. I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
At the age of 3-months I was told my daughter would not live past the age of 6-months. The news was devastating. It was like a nightmare. Even writing about it 20 years later upsets me. To this day I don't often tell people that I had a daughter, even though I think about her every day. After learning the news of her upcoming death, I began to prepare myself.
I did this by talking to her. As I sat and nursed her in the middle of the night, looking out the window at the moon, I would tell her that she was not going to live much longer. I assured her that only the good die young, and for this reason, she was very special. Even though I am not a religious person, or a great believer in God, I would find myself saying little prayers to God to help her. This even surprised me.
I told her that she was going to a place where time did not exist, so that when she got there, no time would lapse and we would be together again. I believed this, although I don't know why, and I still do. At any rate, I told my daughter that her great-grandmother (the closest dead person to me) would greet her, and take care of her. This is another unusual story in itself, which I will have to write about later.
During the time I was waiting for my daughter's health to decline, I was on edge, always looking for the first signs of illness. I was told by her doctors that she would eventually have difficulty breathing, prior to her death. I kept a close eye on her, never letting her out of my sight. This I think was the key as to how I managed to do what I am about to tell you.
One evening as my daughter slept in her crib, I had made my bed on the floor of her nursery, so I could keep an eye on her throughout the night. I was so in tune with every breath that she took, concentrating on how she was breathing, that I believe I fell into a type of meditative state. It all happened very quickly.
I was staring at her face, her pretty blue eyes were shut, when suddenly I could no longer tell if she was breathing. I panicked. The next thing I knew I was in her body. There was no transition from being in my body, to being in her body. It was still me, thinking and doing what I do. I suppose you could describe it as my spirit, for lack of any other way to describe it. It was me, only I knew I was now in her body. I opened her eyes (which was like opening my own eyes - only I knew they were hers). I knew she was alive, because I could breathe through her as well.
It was the weirdest thing to look through my daughter's eyes. I could see through the wooden slats of her crib, down at my body - which was kind of crumpled up in some blankets on a mattress - on the floor, looking like I was asleep. God my hair looked messy. From my daughter's eyes, I looked totally exhausted. I didn't dwell on this too long, as I was suddenly getting freaked out.
Okay, I knew my daughter was alive and breathing, but what about myself? Had I just died? I looked like I was sleeping - or was I dead? These were the thoughts that raced through my head. I felt that I had to get back right away to my own body. It was a feeling like, now look at what you did - and how are you going to get back? I was suddenly very frightened. What if I couldn't go back to my body, and how was I supposed to do that, anyway? It was like an alarm going off (but no sound) that I needed to do this - now! Within an instant, I was back in my own body. I immediately sat up, and turned on the light.
I was scared, but at the same time giddy with the knowledge that something really weird had just happened. Looking out through my daugther's eyes, at my own body on the floor - was real! Since then, I have read about other people that have done the same thing. I have been afraid to try to do it again (not that I tried to do it on purpose - it just happened) for fear of what would happen if I could not return to my body. It was a scary feeling.
My daughter eventually died at the age of 6-months, surrounded by her family. I now have a handsome 17-year old son, with the same haunting dark-blue eyes that my daughter had, whom I love dearly. I don't tell many people about what happened that night. I know it was real, and I will always remember it.