abaddon
Penultimate Amazing
Well, 6 weeks ago, I broke my ankle (still in plaster). I had to have plates and pins inserted under anaesthesia. When they were closing up, I regained some level of consciousness. I observed a team of masked surgeons operating on a disembodied leg. I knew it was not my leg, because it couldn't possibly be my leg. At that distance and angle, one would have to entirely separate my right leg from my body. It seemed to me that I was observing a disembodied leg levitating in the air some 10-12 feet from my body while I was also observing from some 10-12 feet from my own body. My perception was that it was not my leg, couldn't possibly be my leg since I am not 24 foot long and do not bend in those impossible directions. Ergo, it was someone else's leg and I was an outside observer of someone else's operation.LL,
- We keep missing each other...
- First, I'm claiming that a short account of a particular incident or event (an anecdote) can, indeed, increase or decrease the probability of an hypothesis.
- Then, I'm claiming that some such accounts given by NDE subjects do, in fact, increase the probability of immateriality.
- Specifically, I claim that accounts of confirmed events and situations that the knowledge of which the subject could not have gained through normal sensory input or lucky guessing increases the probability of immateriality.
- Such a subject could have had a lucky guess, or the subject and/or the witness(es) could be lying -- and in evaluating the claims, the likelihood of such possibilities must be taken into account.
- My claim is that there are numerous such cases that appear to pass that test.
- And, until I hear that I should decrease my quoting of copyrighted material, I'll start quoting more cases.
So my thoughts went thusly...
What's going on?
Why is there a leg in mid air? It clearly isn't mine. It's to far away to be even vaguely anatomically possible.
Why are these surgeons operating on a levitating disembodied leg?
Why am I even seeing this? I'm on eye level with the surgical team.
WTF is going on? At one point I am looking down on myself.
Oh, right. It is my leg, I'm just spaced out on the drugs.
Soothing voice comes from the left, "calm down", ups the dose and out I go again.
This is an obvious OOBE experience, right? Wrong. This is a drug induced faction. An anecdote. Did I leave my body? Nope, I simply gleaned enough data for my brain to make up nonsense. Was it traumatic? Not at all. I dispassionately observed as they stitched me up (until I was put out again).