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quote:STEPHAN: How do you work with people in coma? I mean, by all standards they're impossible to communicate with.
ARNOLD: Yes, you can't awaken them by ordinary means. But from my experience I now know that people in comatose states do want to wake up. The trouble is that the people around them don't know how to communicate with them. A heartful helper may meditate or hold their hand. But that is usually insufficient. If you follow their breathing and amplify the noises they're making, almost all of them will awaken, except those that have had severe structural brain damage, where the muscles no longer work properly. Even among those people, the majority will open their eyes, focus, and give you feedback. Especially people in metabolic comas -- those that are comatose because of chemical changes in the blood -- awaken and go through the most incredible stories.
STEPHAN: So you actually are able, in most cases, to communicate with these people and amuse them to the point of waking up?
ARNOLD: Yes. Take John, for example, a black man I mention in my book. He had been lying in a hospital in coma for six months, rasping and making lots of noise and waking up all the other patients. I went to see him and made noises with him while gently squeezing his hand. After about then minutes, he opened his eyes and said, "You saw that too?" I said, "I did see it. What do you see?"
"A big white ship is a-comin' for John!"
"Are you going to take it?" I asked.
"Not me," he yelled, "I'm not gettin' on that ship."
"Why not?" I asked.
"That ship's goin' on vacation. I gotta get up in the morning and go to work."
John had worked hard all his life and was now in his 80's. His cancer had reduced him to a bag of bones. He was stuck at the end of life because he couldn't allow himself to go on vacation. So I said to him, "Well, getting up in the morning and going to work sounds good to me. But before we do it, let's check the ship out. Take a good look inside and see who's driving that ship.." So he went down into the ship and said with great excitement, "Whew! There's angels down there driving that ship."
"Do you want to find out where it's going?" I asked.
He went inside again and turned his eyes to the right, apparently listening to something, and said, "That ship is a-goin' to Bermuda."
"Well, what's it cost?" I said, knowing that he was a practical guy. After a minute he said, "It don't cost nothin'"
"Think about it," I said. "Ever have a vacation?"
"I never had a vacation. Never. I've been workin' and workin' and workin'."
"Well, think about it. Make your choice."
Finally, he said, "I'm goin' on vacation! It don't cost nothin', and it's goin' to Bermuda."
I said, "Chances are, if you don't like it, maybe it'll turn around and come back."
"Yeah, I can always get off that ship."
"You do what you want," I said, "I'll trust your judgement. I'm busy and have to go see someone else now." So he closed his eyes and that was it. When we came back 30 minutes later he had died. He'd gone to Bermuda.
STEPHAN: That's a beautiful story.
ARNOLD: Yes, it is. I've been doing this for almost 15 years, but I never mentioned these stories to anybody until my wife, Amy, started coming with me to the hospital. I thought nobody would believe me. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross said she believed me, but she had never seen it herself. People don't usually work with comatose states.
I had a similar experience with my own mother. She'd had a stroke and gone into a coma, and she wasn't supposed to be able to talk. I worked with her breathing and out of the rasping she started to make noises, and then -- a song! [Hums melody of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"]. We began to sing together [sings], and I sang the words because she couldn't move her mouth very well. When we got to the end of the first verse, my mother roared out, "Life is but a dream!"
I could hardly believe it! "But everybody thought you were comatose," I said. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replied. "Let's call up all the relatives," I said, "and let's sing." And she did sing "Life is but a dream" to all her relatives before she died.
I stumbled upon this 2 or 3 years ago on some Chaos Magick site which had a textfile which quoted this. |
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