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▲ 373 r/AskOldPeopleAdvice

Widowed, the boys died young. I tried dating later on but no one wanted me. I learned to love my own company and to enjoy listening to my own thoughts. I take myself out to dinner, cook good meals at home and now at 72 I still am grateful living not by myself but with myself.

My partner was dying of ovarian cancer, my best friend dying of AIDS and I had them both at home caring for them. We had two boys, 7 and 9 years old. I was working 3 days a week as an RN and had someone care for everyone while I was working then I cared for them the other 4 days a week. My friend died first, then my spouse. three months later the boys were playing in the front yard and hit by a drunk driver that ran up on to the yard. I totally froze up for a year then thawed out.

I became a Hospice RN in tribute to my boys. I couldn't comfort or protect them at their deaths but I could for others. 37 years later I'm 72 and still a Pediatric Hospice nurse working with infants with very short life expectancies. All that loss I turned into being a better caregiver for those with a life threatening diagnosis. My loss became their support and as long as I can I'll be a Hospice nurse caring for others and their families.

I tried dating after I thawed out but no one was interested. At best several dates became short term acquaintances and then off we went in our own directions. The silence in the house after having a family, children and now just me was deafening and I so wanted someone in my life again, but it didn't happen. I adjusted again, from losing my family and becoming a Hospice RN I again morphed into someone that was going to totally enjoy my own company, my own thoughts, my own laughter, the movies I enjoyed, the food I loved to eat, and instead of missing the sounds of family I embraced the quiet of single hood.

I adjusted. Single, then a couple, then a couple with children to a single with children then just a single again. Like being a ship at sea we ride with the waves, up and down just do everything you can to stay afloat and dry. When one event ends something new begins. Look for it, anticipate it, welcome it in. It's all we have. Never curse all that you have, great or small. Don't regret having little when little is all you have, cherish it, it's yours, it's what you've got at the moment. Tomorrow may be different.

I shared some of these stories on an interview recently. How nice to get to share them so they aren't forgotten when My time comes. I told the stories about my boys passing and a wonderful wake up call they shared with me that thawed me out. Also some wonderful Hospice stories. What a RELIEF to get to share my life experiences on the interview so they are not lost forever when my time comes. This sub does not allow links so I can't share the story of my boys with you as told by me, their dad. I hope you all find value in my post, it's from me to all of you, we're walking the path in the same direction whether we know each other or not.

David Parker, Phoenix, Az

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u/andthisisso — 11 days ago
▲ 250 r/aliens

Art Imitates Real Life in Spielberg's TV Series TAKEN 2002 with an Alien appearing like a Cartoon Blue Squirrel Luring the Boy away and my Real Life Encounter Nearly the Same in 1959 and Over 3 Dozen Others With a Similar Experience.

This happened to me as a child and I carried this with me for DECADES wondering what on earth was it about. I didn't share it with anyone as it was just too bizarre. It was spirits, it wasn't someone playing a joke, it totally happened as the chickens in the yard saw it first before I did, it was real, physical and it happened. 6 decades later I attend my first UFO event and there was a session called The Experiencer's Session where people share their encounters. I wasn't about to tell this story as it was too bizarre, I was going to tell of my very close encounter with the Phoenix Lights UFO at 8PM and 10 PM, two separate events that night. The first two people that stood up shared my story almost exactly. The same thing happened to them that happened to me when I was a child. I've since now spoken with 36 others with very similar experiences. Discussing this someone pointed me towards Spielberg's TAKEN 2002 TV mini series with the same thing that happened to all of us. Something is going on all around the world and Spielberg documented it in this film. That man is a gift to this planet. There are over 3 dozen at least that are so grateful Spielberg told our story in his film. Who knows how many others had this experience maybe some having it today.

This is what happened to me, and many others: I told this on several podcasts, I'll link to one below that has the Spielberg clip from TAKEN in it.

About 1959 living in southern Ohio on a dirt road on a small farm, no running water, no plumbing, well and outhouse in the back yard. Isolated by cows and corn I lived with my grandmother. I was about 5 or 6 years old. One morning I was on the front porch, chickens in the yard, calm sunny day and suddenly the chickens freaked out. Some ran under the house, some in the corn field, some across the gravel road into the cow pasture but none stayed in the yard. I wondered what they saw coming towards them so I leaned around the side of the house while staying on the front porch and what I saw was a stuffed toy bunny floating in the air maybe a foot off the ground. It was blue and white with pink inner ears and a yellow torn ribbon half way tied into a bow. It was moving in the air like someone was holding it bouncing it around but I saw nothing but the toy bunny in the air coming towards me. I heard a voice, not sure if with my ears or in my mind that the toy bunny was needing some help to do something or find something. If I'd go with it and help it afterwards we could play and have some great adventures.

it looked playful, happy, fun but the chickens so frightened and running off including the rooster alarmed me. I've seen them peck snakes to death and eat them but this toy bunny frightened them too much. I told the bunny I'm not going with it and I hope it can do what it needs to do without me. It kept trying to get me to go with it but I didn't and started backing away from it to go in the house and get my grandmother. The bunny stopped and started backing away and I lost view of it by the corner of the house. I grabbed onto the edge of the house while still on the porch and swung around to see what the bunny was doing. It had turned around and what I saw was shocking. It looked like a 2.5 foot dinosaur on 4 legs and a tail dragging on the ground walking away with its snout stuck in the back of a toy bunny. The dinosaur had spikes on its back down to the tip of the tail. I ran in the house and told my grandmother who went out looking for it. She was gone for about 5 minutes. I'm looking out of the windows and don't see her. Then she came back frazzled, shut and locked the doors and we sat inside the house pretty muchfor a few days except for necessities. My grandmother carried the gun with her as we had to use the outhouse or the all and to care for the chickens that took a long time to return to the yard. I don't know what she saw, but she was concerned. She told me, "if anything tries to get you to go away with it, man or beast, don't go."

60 years later I attend my first UFO event and at the Experiencer session two people told my story, both with a bunny trying to lure them away with it. They were younger that I and the bunny was a cartoon character, not like a solid stuffed toy as I saw. Neither went with it. I got on Reddit and made a post and got 36 replies from people with similar experiences. All were cartoon characters online my experience and were popular at the time of their experience. One saw Captain Crunch, the Ninja Turtles, Woody from Toy Story, etc. All the same scenario they came into the child's room and asked the children to come with them. Only one did. She hadn't heard my story yet. She went with Santa to the North Pole. As she got in the sled she had to enter it by a round hatch rather than jump in the back with the toys. As she crawled onto the sled Santa's outfit opened up and she saw a dinosaur tail with spikes on it trailing behind Santa, just as I had seen decades earlier on the farm when I was a boy.

She did return, but traumatized. She said where she went she was strapped down to a table and had painful examinations done to her. Over the next 30 years they take her again, without permission and she undergoes painful examinations. For whatever reason, these beings, taking on the form a child would trust needs the child's permission almost like the legend of a vampire needing permission to enter a home. I'm a Pediatric Hospice RN and heard similar stories from some of the children I've worked with over the years. Something is going on, something is taking children posing as a trusted friend. Who knows what they are or their agenda. I wonder how many that go with these beings never return.

I told my bunny story at the Experiencer's event and on several podcasts, others come forward with the same story. Here is a link of an interview did telling this with the clip from TAKEN with the blue squirrel taking the boy away from his home into its hole in a tree. Once the boy is inside the tree turns into a space ship and blasts off. Similar to the woman, when she was a girl that went with Santa??

Hearing others having such a similar experience was so healing for me. I sat on this for ages wondering what on earth it was. I still don't know but I do know it's happening to others, too. This clip from TAKEN has been a healing for all of us, knowing we're not alone with this experience. God bless Stephen Spielberg. He has made this planet a better place for so many of us.

My interview with the TAKEN movie clip on The Lehto Files on Youtube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-bCNaiHYM0&t=3737s

David Parker, Phoenix Az

u/andthisisso — 12 days ago
▲ 280 r/skinwalkerranch

My Experience with a Skinwalker by Navajo land and later taking care of Skinwalker Attack Wounds in the Hospital when I worked for Indian Health Services

It was probably about 1979. I was driving in northern Arizona on Rt 40 towards the eastern part of the state going from Sedona into NM. Part of Rt 40 goes through Navajo Reservation, most is just south of it. It was a bright, sunny day, no clouds, maybe about 2 or 3 PM. I'm driving a 1978 Subaru Sedan and going the speed limit. This area is totally devoid of houses, trees, people, it's high desert with mesas and mountains in the distance, very flat, dry land. As I'm heading east I see a man standing on my side of the road looking towards me and I slow down. He looked American Native, black hair, roundish face, dark skin, red button down shirt, jeans and very thin, the clothing was oversize for him. Looking at his feet I see two sticks, not ankles, no shoes, almost like dog feet. He looked like a normal Indian but he had three strips of what looked like white paint from his head down to the hem of his trousers. One bright white stripe in the middle, scalp to crotch and one on either side of him going down to the bottom of his pant leg. This drew my attention to his feet more.

He just stood there looking in my direction. Solid white strips just like someone used a paint brush and made the three white streaks on his hair, face and clothing. I thought maybe it's some custom they have. Living in Arizona you learn quickly to always carry extra water in your vehicle incase of an emergency. I had planned on stopping to offer assistance and water and this voice in my head that has alarmed me many times when something important is about to happen told me to drive on by, don't look at him and to hold my breath. I learned a long time ago to listen to that inner communication and I passed him by, looking only at the road and held my breath. After I passed him I was about to look in the rearview mirror and I heard that voice again tell me not to look at his reflection. I didn't. I drove on to my destination and when I made the return trip back to Arizona I didn't see him again.

I wondered what he was doing there, who let him off there and why he was painted with three white strips. About 20 years later I was an RN working Hospice and working in a hospital part time. One of my patients was a retired Sheriff Ranger from the Navajo Nation. Sweet man, we started talking and both shared experiences with the Phoenix Lights UFO craft of 1997. During the conversation I asked about the painted man. His smile stopped and he listened when I told him the description. He said that was a Skinwalker and he was wanting to find a victim. He said looking at them could cause an attack and when they want to poison someone they turn into an animal and shake their dust and hair on them which will kill them. If I had looked at its reflection it would be like welcoming the being into my personal space, inviting it in. he said seeing the ankle and feet like a dog's feet it might have been transforming.

I sat on that experience for over 2 decades until I spoke up about it. Shortly after this I became a nurse and worked for Indian Health Services in their hospital working mostly high risk labor and delivery and newborn nursery but we wore many hats there and I worked pediatrics and ER, too. I had never heard of Skinwalkers but cared for the wounds they gave to some of the patients. This part I've posted before so I'll copy and paste it below.

This part was posted in Skinwalker Ranch sub 1 year ago, link to original post is below:

Early 1980s I worked for Indian Health Services in Arizona. Mostly I worked high risk obstetrics, labor and delivery, newborn care and pediatrics. We were staffed poorly thus wore many hats at the hospital and would float into the clinics, too.

I worked with nurses from the Ute, Hopi, Navajo and other tribes that told me about Skinwalkers. I'd never heard of them, this was about 45 years ago. They would describe them as dogs, wolves and kangaroos running on their hind legs and morphing into near human shapes. Some of the native nurses would almost go into a PTSD reaction recounting their stories while they told them.

We had a traveling clinic I got to participate in where we'd go to the reservations and provide on site services rather than have them come a long distance to the hospital. Some of the younger residents would speak to use about these beings, rarely did the older ones. They called them SW not wanting to say the word as it might draw them close. I mostly focused on the pediatric locals and some had wounds from the SW which looked like fresh radiation burns to the skin, absent or decreased subcutaneous tissue and some into the muscle. I've never seen fresh radiation burns but seen photos of them and I had cared for patients that had old radiation burns. It looked like if you squeezed your hand into a roll of cookie dough and left the imprint of your fingers.

It was like a claw wrapped around the child's arm and dissolved the underlying tissues while scalding the outer skin. A number of the children needed inpatient treatment and we'd get to transfer them to the hospital. Others with family still wanting to care for them at home we supported that decision with continued visits by traveling nurses when acceptable. We were tolerated on the reservation but not appreciated or welcomed. In the evenings we had strict orders to not go outside. I never saw a SW while I was there. I did not have any bad effect from being on the reservation, no hitchhiker or other problems. I felt a peacefulness being on the reservation and enjoyed the views of the land.

I'm 71 and still working as a pediatric hospice RN. Other than many spirit encounters one other somewhat similarity in decades of working hospice is a 10 bed pediatric hospice inpatient unit that we had opened for 5 years which closed due to funding. Many of the children which were not heavily medicated would see beings they'd describe looked like greys but with thin heads. Our children were very sick and did not interact with each other. They were mostly bed bound, many in private rooms not able to communicate with one another but described the beings the same year after year. Most of the children lived less than 2 weeks by the time they came to us.

Here is an interview I made on hospice experience, at about 40 minutes is about the grey like beings the children saw, I never saw them myself. Hope you enjoy. Hope it's ok to post this here. Someone suggested I post my encounter in this group.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uifah3IxApY

(This is the link to the original post from a year ago in Skinwalker Ranch Sub of the Skinwalker Wounds.)

https://www.reddit.com/r/skinwalkerranch/comments/1mwl57c/my_somewhat_encounter_with_skinwalkers_early_1980/

David Parker. Phoenix, Arizona

u/andthisisso — 12 days ago
▲ 62 r/ChildLoss

Widowed, the boys died young. I tried dating later on but no one wanted me. I learned to love my own company and to enjoy listening to my own thoughts. I take myself out to dinner, cook good meals at home and now at 72 I still am grateful living not by myself but with myself.

I posted this elsewhere in HOSPICE and GRIEFSUPPORT subs and got several replies to re post here. I hope I don't upset the mods.

My partner was dying of ovarian cancer, my best friend dying of AIDS and I had them both at home caring for them. We had two boys, 7 and 9 years old. I was working 3 days a week as an RN and had someone care for everyone while I was working then I cared for them the other 4 days a week. My friend died first, then my spouse. three months later the boys were playing in the front yard and hit by a drunk driver that ran up on to the yard. I totally froze up for a year then thawed out.

I became a Hospice RN in tribute to my boys. I couldn't comfort or protect them at their deaths but I could for others. 37 years later I'm 72 and still a Pediatric Hospice nurse working with infants with very short life expectancies. All that loss I turned into being a better caregiver for those with a life threatening diagnosis. My loss became their support and as long as I can I'll be a Hospice nurse caring for others and their families.

I tried dating after I thawed out but no one was interested. At best several dates became short term acquaintances and then off we went in our own directions. The silence in the house after having a family, children and now just me was deafening and I so wanted someone in my life again, but it didn't happen. I adjusted again, from losing my family and becoming a Hospice RN I again morphed into someone that was going to totally enjoy my own company, my own thoughts, my own laughter, the movies I enjoyed, the food I loved to eat, and instead of missing the sounds of family I embraced the quiet of single hood.

I adjusted. Single, then a couple, then a couple with children to a single with children then just a single again. Like being a ship at sea we ride with the waves, up and down just do everything you can to stay afloat and dry. When one event ends something new begins. Look for it, anticipate it, welcome it in. It's all we have. Never curse all that you have, great or small. Don't regret having little when little is all you have, cherish it, it's yours, it's what you've got at the moment. Tomorrow may be different.

I shared some of these stories on an interview recently. How nice to get to share them so they aren't forgotten when My time comes. I told the stories about my boys passing and a wonderful wake up call they shared with me that thawed me out. Also some wonderful Hospice stories. What a RELIEF to get to share my life experiences on the interview so they are not lost forever when my time comes. This sub does not allow links so I can't share the story of my boys with you as told by me, their dad. I hope you all find value in my post, it's from me to all of you, we're walking the path in the same direction whether we know each other or not.

David Parker, Phoenix, Az

reddit.com
u/andthisisso — 16 days ago
▲ 52 r/grief

Widowed, the boys died young. I tried dating later on but no one wanted me. I learned to love my own company and to enjoy listening to my own thoughts. I take myself out to dinner, cook good meals at home and now at 72 I still am grateful living not by myself but with myself.

I posted this elsewhere and got several replies to re post here. I hope you find value in this.

My partner was dying of ovarian cancer, my best friend dying of AIDS and I had them both at home caring for them. We had two boys, 7 and 9 years old. I was working 3 days a week as an RN and had someone care for everyone while I was working then I cared for them the other 4 days a week. My friend died first, then my spouse. three months later the boys were playing in the front yard and hit by a drunk driver that ran up on to the yard. I totally froze up for a year then thawed out.

I became a Hospice RN in tribute to my boys. I couldn't comfort or protect them at their deaths but I could for others. 37 years later I'm 72 and still a Hospice nurse working with infants with very short life expectancies. All that loss I turned into being a better caregiver for those with a life threatening diagnosis. My loss became their support and as long as I can I'll be a Hospice nurse caring for others and their families.

I tried dating after I thawed out but no one was interested. At best several dates became short term acquaintances and then off we went in our own directions. The silence in the house after having a family, children and now just me was deafening and I so wanted someone in my life again, but it didn't happen. I adjusted again, from losing my family and becoming a Hospice RN I again morphed into someone that was going to totally enjoy my own company, my own thoughts, my own laughter, the movies I enjoyed, the food I loved to eat, and instead of missing the sounds of family I embraced the quiet of single hood.

I adjusted. Single, then a couple, then a couple with children to a single with children then just a single again. Like being a ship at sea we ride with the waves, up and down just do everything you can to stay afloat and dry. When one event ends something new begins. Look for it, anticipate it, welcome it in. It's all we have. Never curse all that you have, great or small. Don't regret having little when little is all you have, cherish it, it's yours, it's what you've got at the moment. Tomorrow may be different.

I shared some of these stories on an interview recently. How nice to get to share them so they aren't forgotten when My time comes. I told the stories about my boys passing and a wonderful wake up call they shared with me that thawed me out. Also some wonderful Hospice stories. I hope you enjoy and find value in it. This sub does not allow for links. What a RELIEF to get to share my life experiences on the interview so they are not lost forever when my time comes. I shared my stories in an interview on T&H AFTERLIFE on YT.

David Parker, Phoenix, Az

reddit.com
u/andthisisso — 18 days ago
▲ 7 r/Spielberg

Art Imitates Real Life in Spielberg's TV Series TAKEN 2002 with the Blue Squirrel Luring the Boy away and my Real Life Encounter Nearly the Same in 1959 and Over 3 Dozen Others With a Similar Experience.

This happened to me as a child and I carried this with me for DECADES wondering what on earth was it about. I didn't share it with anyone as it was just too bizarre. It was spirits, it wasn't someone playing a joke, it totally happened as the chickens in the yard saw it first before I did, it was real, physical and it happened. 6 decades later I attend my first UFO event and there was a session called The Experiencer's Session where people share their encounters. I wasn't about to tell this story as it was too bizarre, I was going to tell of my very close encounter with the Phoenix Lights UFO at 8PM and 10 PM, two separate events that night. The first two people that stood up shared my story almost exactly. The same thing happened to them that happened to me when I was a child. I've since now spoken with 36 others with very similar experiences. Discussing this someone pointed me towards Spielberg's TAKEN 2002 TV mini series with the same thing that happened to all of us. Something is going on all around the world and Spielberg documented it in this film. That man is a gift to this planet. There are over 3 dozen at least that are so grateful Spielberg told our story in his film. Who knows how many others had this experience maybe some having it today.

This is what happened to me, and many others: I told this on several podcasts, I'll link to one below that has the Spielberg clip from TAKEN in it.

About 1959 living in southern Ohio on a dirt road on a small farm, no running water, no plumbing, well and outhouse in the back yard. Isolated by cows and corn I lived with my grandmother. I was about 5 or 6 years old. One morning I was on the front porch, chickens in the yard, calm sunny day and suddenly the chickens freaked out. Some ran under the house, some in the corn field, some across the gravel road into the cow pasture but none stayed in the yard. I wondered what they saw coming towards them so I leaned around the side of the house while staying on the front porch and what I saw was a stuffed toy bunny floating in the air maybe a foot off the ground. It was blue and white with pink inner ears and a yellow torn ribbon half way tied into a bow. It was moving in the air like someone was holding it bouncing it around but I saw nothing but the toy bunny in the air coming towards me. I heard a voice, not sure if with my ears or in my mind that the toy bunny was needing some help to do something or find something. If I'd go with it and help it afterwards we could play and have some great adventures.

it looked playful, happy, fun but the chickens so frightened and running off including the rooster alarmed me. I've seen them peck snakes to death and eat them but this toy bunny frightened them too much. I told the bunny I'm not going with it and I hope it can do what it needs to do without me. It kept trying to get me to go with it but I didn't and started backing away from it to go in the house and get my grandmother. The bunny stopped and started backing away and I lost view of it by the corner of the house. I grabbed onto the edge of the house while still on the porch and swung around to see what the bunny was doing. It had turned around and what I saw was shocking. It looked like a 2.5 foot dinosaur on 4 legs and a tail dragging on the ground walking away with its snout stuck in the back of a toy bunny. The dinosaur had spikes on its back down to the tip of the tail. I ran in the house and told my grandmother who went out looking for it. She was gone for about 5 minutes. I'm looking out of the windows and don't see her. Then she came back frazzled, shut and locked the doors and we sat inside the house pretty muchfor a few days except for necessities. My grandmother carried the gun with her as we had to use the outhouse or the all and to care for the chickens that took a long time to return to the yard. I don't know what she saw, but she was concerned. She told me, "if anything tries to get you to go away with it, man or beast, don't go."

60 years later I attend my first UFO event and at the Experiencer session two people told my story, both with a bunny trying to lure them away with it. They were younger that I and the bunny was a cartoon character, not like a solid stuffed toy as I saw. Neither went with it. I got on Reddit and made a post and got 36 replies from people with similar experiences. All were cartoon characters online my experience and were popular at the time of their experience. One saw Captain Crunch, the Ninja Turtles, Woody from Toy Story, etc. All the same scenario they came into the child's room and asked the children to come with them. Only one did. She hadn't heard my story yet. She went with Santa to the North Pole. As she got in the sled she had to enter it by a round hatch rather than jump in the back with the toys. As she crawled onto the sled Santa's outfit opened up and she saw a dinosaur tail with spikes on it trailing behind Santa, just as I had seen decades earlier on the farm when I was a boy.

She did return, but traumatized. She said where she went she was strapped down to a table and had painful examinations done to her. Over the next 30 years they take her again, without permission and she undergoes painful examinations. For whatever reason, these beings, taking on the form a child would trust needs the child's permission almost like the legend of a vampire needing permission to enter a home. I'm a Pediatric Hospice RN and heard similar stories from some of the children I've worked with over the years. Something is going on, something is taking children posing as a trusted friend. Who knows what they are or their agenda. I wonder how many that go with these beings never return.

I told my bunny story at the Experiencer's event and on several podcasts, others come forward with the same story. Here is a link of an interview did telling this with the clip from TAKEN with the blue squirrel taking the boy away from his home into its hole in a tree. Once the boy is inside the tree turns into a space ship and blasts off. Similar to the woman, when she was a girl that went with Santa??

Hearing others having such a similar experience was so healing for me. I sat on this for ages wondering what on earth it was. I still don't know but I do know it's happening to others, too. This clip from TAKEN has been a healing for all of us, knowing we're not alone with this experience. God bless Stephen Spielberg. He has made this planet a better place for so many of us.

My interview with the movie clip on The Lehto Files on Youtube:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-bCNaiHYM0&t=3737s

David Parker, Phoenix Az

reddit.com
u/andthisisso — 18 days ago
▲ 95 r/hospice

Pediatric Hospice Nurse here is one of the patients I cared for. A new born with severe birth defects and her 13 year old mother doing an amazing job. What an honor to be in their presence and get to share in the love between them for the daughter's very short life.

This is one of the experiences I've had as a Pediatric Hospice RN.

I've been a Hospice RN since the 1980s working in an AIDS inpatient facility Later I moved into a 10 bed adult then all ages Hospice Inpatient Unit with the average life expectancy frequently was three days. Nearly 30 years ago I moved to a Pediatric Hospice Inpatient unit for newborns to age 17 years old to give the families more support with other young family members to share their coping with dying children. Now I work with birth defect, substance abuse and trauma new born and infants, from days to weeks old on Hospice care. Many families choose to have their infant pass at home. Our Hospice will transport the infant on life support home, spend time with family that has such a short time to create memories of the child that will last them a life time, then life support is removed at home in a warm, loving setting with family and friends around for a peaceful passing.

When I'm informed I'll be starting a new Hospice case soon, usually a day in advance I get no information at all as consents are being signed, the hospital physician working with the Hospice physician on medical decisions with the families. I use this time to spend a few moments to meditate, prayer, silence myself (whatever you want to call it) to put away issues in my life so I can focus on the family I'm about to meet that's in crisis. on the upcoming family I'm about to walk in to and ask how I can best serve this family in the worst time of their lives.

This time I got a picture in my mind, almost like a cartoon of an old time school house and the mother of the newborn was the teacher and I was the student sitting in a chair with a desk taking notes of what she was teaching me. That was it, clearly she was teaching me in class and I was busy listening to her. At the time it didn't make sense but I put it in the back of my mind and focused on what I needed to do when I would meet this family.

The next day I meet the family and newborn at the hospital to arrange the transfer of the infant home when they can gather family to be present for bonding and support for the withdrawal of care. The mother is 13 years old, her father and mother are in custody, CPS has been involved for most of her pregnancy, the family is in crisis.

The infant arrives at the house. I get there later and find the whole family has left this 13 year old mother alone with a dying baby. I am a grown man alone with a young girl which is unnerving in itself for concern of accusations but I do what I need to do. Mom is holding her baby perfectly. The child was born with multiple defects especially her head but everything else is mostly functioning. Mom removed the covering over the head and was smiling holding her infant and showing me how much she loved her daughter. She was 13 years old and had no power or control in her life. She couldn't make legal decisions, she couldn't drive if she wanted to go somewhere, she was totally dependent on her family for everything and right now they had left her on her own with her daughter. The image from the quiet moments I spend thinking of this family became clear now. She was the teacher and I was the student.

Mom had just taken a blanket out of the dryer and showed me how soft and fluffy it was. I held a corner of the blanket to my face and told her what a wonderful blanket this is for her daughter and how nice it smelled and truly was the softest blanket I've ever felt. She showed me how she swaddled her infant to keep her warm and comfortable. I told her what a good mother she is and skillfully she cared for her baby. Later she changed the diaper and I asked how she knew which end of the diaper was up, she showed me the tabs and how she cleaned the daughter and then redressed her and placed her back in the blanket. I let her teach me. She wanted some formula and I asked her how she made it. She smiled at me and showed me how much water she put in the bottle and how much powder. She showed me how to swirl the bottle to avoid making bubbles in the formula. I told her how clever she was to do that. She held the baby and fed her a bit, as much as she would take and showed me how she held the baby after feeding to avoid burping. I was her student and thanked her for showing me this.

This 13 year old mother had absolutely no control of her life at all. The image I got in my quiet moments before meeting them was for me to give her as much control as I could. Of course I knew the things she showed me but rather than coming in as the RN and taking over the the feeling for me to let her create the memories during the short time she's got to spend with her daughter on this planet of being a wonderful, loving and caring mother of her first born. I was to step back and let her have these few moments, to create the memories of being in control with her life and her daughter. It's not about me but it was about her. She's such a short time to build a lifetime of memories, that's what I got from my meditation. I'm so grateful I got to be there with her. I'm grateful the family was gone. I'm grateful I was given the insight to not interfere or further take her power away from her or I would have missed out on this wonderful opportunity to support a young mother and her dying infant effectively.

This infant passed a few days later. I never saw the mother again. Many families don't want to see the Hospice RN later on as we're an anchor to a horrible time in their lives. I'm fine with that. I got to be there when it counted to do what I could for this family. I wonder where mom is now, I send her love and light and at times I get a sense of the bright spark of life that is her daughter touching in. It was an honor to serve this small family. I think the answer how to support the young mother was already there, sometimes we have to look for it or ask for it, step up a bit closer to the source so we can hear that whisper clearly. I think I was given a glimpse from somewhere how to best serve this family. This happens often in Hospice. Like someone's watching out for them.

I've shared several of these accounts on interviews. We're not allowed to post the links in this sub.

David Parker Hospice RN

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u/andthisisso — 1 month ago
▲ 24 r/crimedocumentaries

Anyone making a documentary or writing a book on Rev Jim Jones? I was with him for 5 years prior to Jonestown and would like to share my experience.

I don't want to get into a big discussion about all of this. Every time I've been on the news people climb out of their skin in anger about my views on Rev Jim. I was there when the time was good and have nothing bad to say about Rev Jim from the years I knew him. Things changed but I wasn't there for that. Others are self appointed 'experts' and love giving their opinions. Mine are different.

If anyone one is legitimately making (another) attempt to tell Rev Jim's story I'd like to add my viewpoint.

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u/andthisisso — 1 month ago
▲ 335 r/AMA

I'm a Pediatric Hospice RN. I now work exclusively with newborn and infants providing withdrawal from life support with family present. Family have such a sort time to create the memories with the child that will last them for the rest of their lives. AMA

I became a Hospice Nurse after the deaths of my two young sons due to a drunk driver. I froze for a year then had a euphony that brought a quick return back to life and a motivation to move forward. In tribute to my boys I became a Hospice Nurse in an AIDS inpatient unit in 1989. The patients were neglected by their families, the government, the president, society and the health care community but they were not neglected by the nurses, nursing assistants and the physicians that choose to serve this population. Live changing experiences that helped me unfold into the person I am now.

After the AIDs unit closed due to funding, I worked adult Hospice then we opened a 10 bed Pediatric Hospice Inpatient unit in 1997 for newborns to 17 year olds. I've had amazing experiences, some of encounters not just physical in nature, definitely some very interesting family situations. We'd often get 13, 14, 15 year old mothers mourning the deaths of their first or second born. The care for the patient was minimal compared for the care the family needed. That's what we do.

Now I'm 72 and still working, I can't let go and Hospice won't let me anyway. I only care for newborn and infants now. We transfer the infants home on life support, have the family members gather and in a warm, loving setting medicate the infant and withdrawal care and allow for a peaceful demise surrounded by loving family. This gives the family some time to hold, touch, smell, kiss the infant who has hours to days to live. This short time is all they have to build the memories of the infant so they can create the memory of them that will last the rest of their lives.

I've now performed 670 Terminal Withdrawals. I've have some very interesting encounters before and after the child's passing. I can definitely say there is more than just this world and this life. You make up your own mind what you want to believe.

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u/andthisisso — 1 month ago
▲ 5 r/TalkingToNHIandSpirit

My very close encounter with the Phoenix Lights UFO 1997.

I posted this elsewhere for the 29th anniversary of the mass sighting so I'll post that link here. There were at least 3 different events over Phoenix that night and 7 others from New Mexico to eastern California over a 15 hour period.

The massive solid piece of machinery craft I could clearly see was at about 8:40 PM in the south Phoenix area. The craft flew east of South Mountain. At 10PM I was home and saw the second event from a distance over South Mountain, that's what you see in the videos out there. It was totally different than the solid craft I saw earlier in the evening.

Pilots have reported a 3rd event at about 10K feet describing it as about 8 miles wide. One pilot had to be helped out of his jet he was so shaken by seeing it. I did not see that craft.

I hope you enjoy. I've been on several TV programs with my sighing, here is a clip from one of them. The depiction of the craft is totally wrong.

Anyone that can do AI graphics help me make an accurate depiction of what I saw?

I hope you enjoy. There is more to this, I suspect. As a Hospice nurse after the PL we opened a 10 bed inpatient unit for terminally ill children, newborn to 17 years old. The children that were lucid, not heavily medicated mostly ages 8-12 saw what they described as thin headed greys. some children loved them, some amused and curious and some terrified by them. None of our children lived more than 2 weeks. We rotated beds frequently and the children did not interact with each other. Most of the rooms were private so the children could not discuss what they saw with each other. Over the 5 years we were open hundreds of children described the exact same beings visiting them. I never saw them and I see spirit easily. I wondered what they were then later as I got more into UFOs and learned of ET now I wonder if it was a hitchhiker effect from my close encounter with the PL.

https://www.reddit.com/r/UFOs/comments/1rrw6p0/the_phoenix_lights_29th_anniversary_this_is_what/

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u/andthisisso — 2 months ago
▲ 239 r/DrJoeDispenza+2 crossposts

Using Meditation to Communicate with a Bird that was Attacking me when I left the House. Resolution of Conflict by Understanding at a Different Level of Mind Remotely.

I would leave my front door and in less than a minute I'd be attacked by a bird that had a nest in a huge nearby tree. The bird only came after me, not any of my neighbors who saw the attacks when I'd leave the house or come home. Neighbors asked me what I did to the bird to make it so angry and I'd tell them I didn't do a thing to the bird. They didn't believe me, I had to have done something as it's not attacking anyone else.

The bird would come after my head, my eyes, hit me with its wings and I had no idea why. For resolution I went to my meditation level I learned from The Silva Method. I created in meditation a nice nest for the bird to come visit me and tell me why it was so angry with me. In my meditation the bird appeared, sitting in the imaginative next I created and it was angry. It hated me, glared at me, didn't want to talk to me. In meditation I told the bird I meant it no harm, had no ill feelings for it and didn't even notice it before it started coming after me chasing me down the sidewalk.

The bird was having none of that, it saw me as the enemy and I could feel its anger towards me. I asked what I could do to remedy the situation and I got to response so that was the end of the meditation. I know historically whenever I need an answer at my level in meditation almost always the answer comes the next day or two so I let go of the visit with the bird in the nest I created in my mind to communicate with it. The next day as I was leaving the house to go to work my vision of the yard vanished and I immediately saw me from the tree tops. 100% of my vision was from the head of the bird, looking through it's eyes, it's mind at what it had seen me do this past week that angered it so much.

I had a long, thick, wavy pony tail and as I walked it would bounce back and forth. From the bird's thoughts I looked like the rear end of a cat. It saw me not as a human but a cat and a cat can climb trees. I also saw in the bird's nest there were newly hatched chicks, it was protecting the babies from a big cat, me. I looked like the south end of a north bound cat in the bird's mind. I answer came instantly as I stood int he doorway. My vision came back to me in my body and I stuffed my pony tail down the back of my shirt so it wouldn't be viewed by the bird. When I left the house the bird came down after me but stopped in mid air. There was no pony tail to confuse with a cat's rear end. It left me alone but was cautiously near by. I didn't get attacked again. Later on the babies grew up and they all flew away and I could leave my hair outside my shirt.

Using meditation that I learned in class to communicate with others at a distance, human, animal and elemental levels brought the insight of the problem at hand. Active, dynamic meditation to solve a problem gave me a quick resolution that worked. Changing brain wave activity and achieving a common denominator of consciousness with the object at hand, in this case a mad bird, we can interact mentally without distraction. I've practiced this before, as a nurse, to find the veins in my patients before I start the IV, to find a house to buy, and to communicate with my non responsive patients. Is it telepathy, is it soul to soul connection, is it the collective unconsciousness, is it all of the above or none of the above? I have a guess but you make your own decision.

Here is a link to my impromptu telephone conversation with a friend and I tell this story and after using meditation to find a house I'd like I changed my perspective and then this is how I communicated with a house that would want me to live in it to find me. I got a message in meditation for the perfect house I could grow old in to find me and it worked. Both of these stories are on the phone conversation and start at

Bird and House meditation connection stories start at 36:18

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sStD1kwHoZY

Recent interview with 30 minutes how I use meditation to communicate with my non responsive Hospice children starts at 01:50:07

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlD3102w8Rw

I hope you enjoy and find value in the interviews.

David Parker, Phoenix, Az

u/andthisisso — 2 months ago
▲ 4 r/awakened

Soul to Soul Communication with a Hospice New Born For Insight To Support Her Family During Her Brief Time in this World

First three paragraphs are my history, skip to the 4th paragraph to start this story.

I've been a Hospice RN since the 1980s working in an AIDS inpatient facility that started with 35 beds then advanced to 55 beds back when that disease was a death sentence. Every patient died and the disease process was a syndrome so the disease took different patterns in their demise. It was horrible as we had no treatment, we just kept them clean and comfortable and let them know the staff was there for them. Abandoned by society and family due to the fear at the time.

Later I moved into a 10 bed adult then all ages Hospice Inpatient Unit with the average life expectancy frequently was three days. Nearly 30 years ago I moved to a Pediatric Hospice Inpatient unit for newborns to age 17 years old to give the families more support with other young family members to share their coping with dying children. Now I work with birth defect new born and infants, from days to weeks old on Hospice care. Many families choose to have their infant pass at home. Our Hospice will transport the infant on life support home, spend time with family that has such a short time to create memories of the child that will last them a life time, then life support is removed at home in a warm, loving setting with family and friends around for a peaceful passing. So far I've performed 640 terminal withdraw of care of newborns. What I am sharing is not belief, read in a book, random thought in my head or guess but what I've actually experienced by actively participating with the soul, consciousness of the newborn and perhaps their family in meditation prior to meeting the patient, family or any knowledge of the situation I'm about to walk in to.

I learned to meditate as a child as my parents followed Surat Shabd Yoga in the mid 1960s later moved on to Eckankar, a modern form of following the Shabd, the 'Sound Current" With shorter meditations. When I decided to go to college I knew I needed some help in focusing so I took the 4 day class called at the time Silva Mind Control, now called The Silva Method. I've since retaken the class about 30 times. I flew through college as this taught me to focus my attention on one thought at a time rather than be distracted by a multiple thoughts.

When I'm informed I'll be starting a new Hospice case soon, usually a day in advance I get no information at all as consents are being signed, the hospital physician working with the Hospice physician on medical decisions with the families. I use this time to meditate on the upcoming family I'm about to walk in to and ask how I can best serve this family in the worst time of their lives. I've created a casual, comfortable living room in my meditation where I'll invite the infant and family, if they want to, to share insight with me how I can best serve them all in their unique situation. I always, every single time, get specific insight to serve the family prior to meeting them or any physical insight into their situation.

This one situation in my meditation the vision I got was almost like a cartoon playing in the living room setting I've created to share with the family on the inner level. I saw an old time school house and the mother of the newborn was the teacher and I was the student sitting in a chair with a desk taking notes of what she was teaching me. That was it, clearly she was teaching me in class and I was busy listening to her. At the time it didn't make sense but as I've learned over the years my insight comes a day or so later. I ended the meditation, thanked the Universe for the insight and anticipated the meaning to reveal itself to me when the time is right.

The next day I meet the family and newborn at the hospital to arrange the transfer of the infant home when they can gather family to be present for bonding and support for the withdrawal of care. The mother is 13 years old, her father is in jail, CPS has been involved for most of her pregnancy, the family is in crisis. I felt a pillar of strength come over me from above, the Universe sending me exactly what I need to help this family. I got a wonderful feeling everything is going to work out and I'm not alone to support these people at this time in their lives. This happened every single time I meet a new family.

The family leaves the hospital, I arrange transportation for the infant and I'm surrounded with what feels like giant hands around me lifting and loving me and letting me know we're going to be doing this together. It's a warm, comforting feeling, love, caring, support, 'you got this.'

The infant arrives at the house. I get there later and find the whole family has left this 13 year old mother alone with a dying baby. I am a grown man alone with a young girl which is unnerving in itself for concern of accusations but I do what I need to do. Mom is holding her baby perfectly. The child was born without a skull but everything else is mostly functioning. There was no skin on the top of her head, just a brain that looked perfectly formed. Mom removed the covering over the head and was smiling holding her infant and showing me how much she loved her daughter. She was 13 years old and had no power or control in her life. She couldn't make legal decisions, she couldn't drive if she wanted to go somewhere, she was totally dependent on her family for everything and right now they had left her on her own with her daughter. The vision from the meditation became clear now. She was the teacher and I was the student.

Mom had just taken a blanket out of the dryer and showed me how soft and fluffy it was. I held a corner of the blanket to my face and told her what a wonderful blanket this is for her daughter and how nice it smelled and truly was the softest blanket I've ever felt. She showed me how she swaddled her infant to keep her warm and comfortable. I told her what a good mother she is and skillfully she cared for her baby. Later she changed the diaper and I asked how she knew which end of the diaper was up, she showed me the tabs and how she cleaned the daughter and then redressed her and placed her back in the blanket. I let her teach me. She wanted some formula and I asked her how she made it. She smiled at me and showed me how much water she put in the bottle and how much powder. She showed me how to swirl the bottle to avoid making bubbles in the formula. I told her how clever she was to do that. She held the baby and fed her a bit, as much as she would take and showed me how she held the baby after feeding to avoid burping. I was her student and thanked her for showing me this.

This 13 year old mother had absolutely no control of her life at all. The vision I got in my meditation was for me to give her as much control as I could. Of course I knew the things she showed me but rather than coming in as the RN and taking over the Universe showed me to let her create the memories during the short time she's got to spend with her daughter on this planet of being a wonderful, loving and caring mother of her first born. I was to step back and let her have these few moments, to create the memories of being in control with her life and her daughter. It's not about me but it was about her. She's such a short time to build a lifetime of memories, that's what I got from my meditation. I'm so grateful I got to be there with her. I'm grateful the family was gone. I'm grateful I was given the insight to not interfere or further take her power away from her. I'm grateful I took the meditation class and practiced it daily, I'm grateful I took the time to contact the Universe, the infant, the family and all involved prior to meeting them to gain insight to just be present and support this young mother. What if I never bothered to do that, I would have missed out on this wonderful opportunity to support a young mother and her dying infant effectively. The class you don't take won't inspire you, the effort you don't initiate won't take you to new places to learn and grow, the care and compassion you don't share won't open up the additional ways to give and receive information from a higher source.

This infant passed a few days later. I never saw the mother again. Many families don't want to see the Hospice RN later on as we're an anchor to a horrible time in their lives. I'm fine with that. I got to be there when it counted to do what I could for this family. I wonder where mom is now, I send her love and light and at times I get a sense of the bright spark of life that is her daughter touching in. It was a blessing to serve this small family. I feel it was a blessing to get to be a small part. I have a feeling of where the vision comes from, I'll keep that to myself. You decided what you think inspires me in the meditation. Is it telepathy, God, Universe, Spirit, the infant, the mother. I think the answer is already there, sometimes we have to look for it or ask for it, step up a bit closer to the source so we can hear that whisper clearly. Do you also get such inspiration for difficult, or not so difficult situations that happen in your life?

This is my experience, do not share this on your platforms, I should be the one to tell it, it happened to me. invite me on your podcast and I'll tell this myself. I'm going to make some videos on my channel of some of my infant Hospice experiences. I told a few on an upcoming podcast but it won't be out until the end of July. I'll add the link to that interview (if it goes well!) here later on.

Some other Reddit Pediatric Hospice encounters I've written about:

Baby Boy:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1tcjzip/pediatric_hospice_rn_using_meditation_to/

Hospice family of 4 died of AIDS on my shift:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1mt3212/family_of_4_including_2_children_died_from_aids/

Autistic Hospice child communicates with telepathy

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4vbdi/pediatric_hospice_patient_cant_see_hear_or_speak/

Refrigerator People appearing around Hospice patients prior to their passing

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1r8kp3s/hospice_rn_sees_refrigerator_people_large_beings/

Hospice patient showed me her soul before and after her death;

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4yvrw/my_hospice_patient_that_showed_me_her_spirit/

David Parker RN

Hospice Nurse

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u/andthisisso — 2 months ago
🔥 Hot ▲ 11.7k r/Jonestown+2 crossposts

I Am One of the Last Members of Reverend Jim Jones' Church The People's Temple Left Standing. I'm 71 Years Old and Still Working as a Hospice RN Providing Rest, Comfort and Care for Terminally Ill Children and their Parents.

I had a severe lung infection as a child about 5 years old when it started and was not expected to grow into adolescence as scar tissue didn't grow and the doctors anticipated my lungs to rupture between healthy tissue and scar tissue as I grew up. My mother took me to every doctor she could to save me and they all did what they could but it was wait and see what would happen as I grew. In-between doctor visits my mother took me to any faith healer she could find. We went to see Billy Graham, Kathryn Khulman, Kirpal Singh, psychics, snake handling churches in Kentucky, mystics but no healings prevailed. One day she heard of Rev Jim Jones in Indiana. We were in Ohio and it wasn't far so my mom packed up the station wagon and off we went to see Rev Jim at his church. This was about 1960

It was a nice neighborhood church with many black and asian members of the congregation. Everyone was friendly and welcoming. Reverend Jim Jones was handsome and so dedicated to his congregation. We started attending every Sunday for his services. Local people did not appreciate the mix of black and whites in church and often before I got to the car my father already went to the parking lot to wipe the racial slurs written in soap or paraffin on the congregation's cars there. Later on church members would campus the parking lot to avoid the attacks. Reverend Jim did much good work for civil rights which were such an issue in the USA at that time. He stood up for equal rights for all races which caused many complaints against him and the congregation at the time.

One day after church service as we were all leaving Rev Jim came up behind me and placed his arms around my shoulders and pulled me towards him. I got my healing. He did this two Sundays in a row. My next visit to the doctor all of the scars in my lungs vanished and totally replaced by healthy perfect tissue. 65 years later my lungs remain healed. the doctor sent me to the hospital not because I was sick this time, but because I was healthy. They did many studies and biopsies but could not explain the miraculous healing.

In about 1965 Rev Jim moved to California, I never saw him again. I was never at Jonestown but shocked when it appeared on the news on TV. I don't know what happened after he left Indiana but what I saw resembled nothing like the man I knew in the early 1960s. When I attended his church every single person that came to church on Sunday morning left for home Sunday afternoon. That was back then, when the times were good.

From my experience to have a second chance at life with a healing from, or through Rev Jim and other life experiences I grew up and became an RN. Later, I became a Hospice RN working in an AIDS inpatient unit in the 1980s and then in the 1990s worked at a Pediatric Hospice Inpatient Unit with terminally ill children. Now I'm an old man but still working Pediatric Hospice but exclusively with newborn and infants supporting their families and the infant through such a difficult time. Maybe in my way this is how I honor those that Rev Jim took with him so early in their lives when I got my healing as a terminally ill child myself but am still standing and able to continue with my work to provide comfort and support for the children and their young parents.

I recently got to tell my story about my healing and becoming a Hospice RN on an interview with T&H Afterlife . What a relief it was to share so it's not forgotten when my time does come. Unfortunately because of Jonestown the good Rev Jim did prior has been forgotten. I'm glad I got to share some of my memories. It makes people angry I'm not emotionally destroyed but I got a healing and redirection of my life that I'm not going to waste looking backwards when I can look forwards and help Hospice children and their families make it through the toughest times of their lives.

Thank you everyone in my life for being a part of it and directing me to be the person I unfolded to become and that includes Reverend Jim

u/EarthBelongs2DDinos — 3 months ago
▲ 34 r/TalkingToNHIandSpirit+2 crossposts

My NDE, the Death of my Boys and their return later to give me a wake up call, becoming a Hospice RN to Support Patients and Families through the transition and Soul to Soul Communication with my Non Responsive Hospice patients.

Direct link to the interview: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlD3102w8Rw&t=1s

I became a Hospice RN after the death and return of my two sons who died in the front yard by a drunk driver. Rather than just giving them a headstone I switched my career to supporting and caring for dying patients and their families. I couldn't support or protect my boys but I could do that for others. I'm 71 and am still a Hospice RN for pediatric and mostly newborn terminally ill children. At the end of the interview I share three pediatric Hospice Soul to Soul contacts with my dying patients. I hope you find value.

Here is one of those experiences:

My Hospice history: the story starts in 3 paragraphs if you want to jump ahead:

I had my own NDE as a child and this has had such an impact on my life that today I'm 71 and still work as a Pediatric Hospice RN as I know the feeling of being out of the body in Spirit. I've been a Hospice RN since the 1980s working in an AIDS inpatient facility that started with 35 beds then advanced to 55 beds back when that disease was a death sentence. Every patient died and the disease process was a syndrome so the disease took different patterns in their demise. It was horrible as we had no treatment, we just kept them clean and comfortable and let them know the staff was there for them. Abandoned by society and family due to the fear at the time.

Later I moved into a 10 bed adult then all ages Hospice Inpatient Unit with the average life expectancy frequently was three days. Nearly 30 years ago I moved to a Pediatric Hospice Inpatient unit for newborns to age 17 years old to give the families more support with other young family members to share their coping with dying children. Now I work with birth defect new born and infants, from days to weeks old on Hospice care. Many families choose to have their infant pass at home. Our Hospice will transport the infant on life support home, spend time with family that has such a short time to create memories of the child that will last them a life time, then life support is removed at home in a warm, loving setting with family and friends around for a peaceful passing. So far I've performed 640 terminal withdraw of care of newborns. What I am sharing is not belief, read in a book, random thought in my head or guess but what I've actually experienced by actively participating with the soul, consciousness of the newborn and perhaps their family in meditation prior to meeting the patient, family or any knowledge of the situation I'm about to walk in to.

I learned to meditate as a child as my parents followed Surat Shabd Yoga in the mid 1960s later moved on to Eckankar, a modern form of following the Shabd, the 'Sound Current" With shorter meditations. When I decided to go to college I knew I needed some help in focusing so I took the 4 day class called at the time Silva Mind Control, now called The Silva Method. I've since retaken the class about 30 times. I flew through college as this taught me to focus my attention on one thought at a time rather than be distracted by a multiple thoughts.

The story starts here:

When I'm informed I'll be starting a new Hospice case soon, usually a day in advance I get no information at all as consents are being signed, the hospital physician working with the Hospice physician on medical decisions with the families. I use this time to meditate on the upcoming family I'm about to walk in to and ask how I can best serve this family in the worst time of their lives. I've created a casual, comfortable living room in my meditation where I'll invite the infant and family, if they want to, to share insight with me how I can best serve them all in their unique situation. I always, every single time, get specific insight to serve the family prior to meeting them or any physical insight into their situation.

This one situation in my meditation the vision I got was almost like a cartoon playing in the living room setting I've created to share with the family on the inner level. I saw an old time school house and the mother of the newborn was the teacher and I was the student sitting in a chair with a desk taking notes of what she was teaching me. That was it, clearly she was teaching me in class and I was busy listening to her. At the time it didn't make sense but as I've learned over the years my insight comes a day or so later. I ended the meditation, thanked the Universe for the insight and anticipated the meaning to reveal itself to me when the time is right.

The next day I meet the family and the 9 day old newborn at the hospital to arrange the transfer of the infant home when they can gather family to be present for bonding and support for the withdrawal of care. The mother is 13 years old, her father is in jail, CPS has been involved for most of her pregnancy, the family is in crisis. I felt a pillar of strength come over me from above, the Universe sending me exactly what I need to help this family. I got a wonderful feeling everything is going to work out and I'm not alone to support these people at this time in their lives. This happened every single time I meet a new family.

The family leaves the hospital, I arrange transportation for the infant and I'm surrounded with what feels like giant hands around me lifting and loving me and letting me know we're going to be doing this together. It's a warm, comforting feeling, love, caring, support, 'you got this.'

The infant arrives at the house. I get there later and find the whole family has left this 13 year old mother alone with a dying baby. I am a grown man alone with a young girl which is unnerving in itself for concern of accusations but I do what I need to do. Mom is holding her baby perfectly. The child was born without a skull but everything else is mostly functioning. There was no skin on the top of her head, just a brain that looked perfectly formed. Mom removed the covering over the head and was smiling holding her infant and showing me how much she loved her daughter. She was 13 years old and had no power or control in her life. She couldn't make legal decisions, she couldn't drive if she wanted to go somewhere, she was totally dependent on her family for everything and right now they had left her on her own with her daughter. The vision from the meditation became clear now. She was the teacher and I was the student.

Mom had just taken a blanket out of the dryer and showed me how soft and fluffy it was. I held a corner of the blanket to my face and told her what a wonderful blanket this is for her daughter and how nice it smelled and truly was the softest blanket I've ever felt. She showed me how she swaddled her infant to keep her warm and comfortable. I told her what a good mother she is and skillfully she cared for her baby. Later she changed the diaper and I asked how she knew which end of the diaper was up, she showed me the tabs and how she cleaned the daughter and then redressed her and placed her back in the blanket. I let her teach me. She wanted some formula and I asked her how she made it. She smiled at me and showed me how much water she put in the bottle and how much powder. She showed me how to swirl the bottle to avoid making bubbles in the formula. I told her how clever she was to do that. She held the baby and fed her a bit, as much as she would take and showed me how she held the baby after feeding to avoid burping. I was her student and thanked her for showing me this.

This 13 year old mother had absolutely no control of her life at all. The vision I got in my meditation was for me to give her as much control as I could. Of course I knew the things she showed me but rather than coming in as the RN and taking over the Universe showed me to let her create the memories during the short time she's got to spend with her daughter on this planet of being a wonderful, loving and caring mother of her first born. I was to step back and let her have these few moments, to create the memories of being in control with her life and her daughter. It's not about me but it was about her. She's such a short time to build a lifetime of memories, that's what I got from my meditation. I'm so grateful I got to be there with her. I'm grateful the family was gone. I'm grateful I was given the insight to not interfere or further take her power away from her. I'm grateful I took the meditation class and practiced it daily, I'm grateful I took the time to contact the Universe, the infant, the family and all involved prior to meeting them to gain insight to just be present and support this young mother. What if I never bothered to do that, I would have missed out on this wonderful opportunity to support a young mother and her dying infant effectively. The class you don't take won't inspire you, the effort you don't initiate won't take you to new places to learn and grow, the care and compassion you don't share won't open up the additional ways to give and receive information from a higher source.

This infant passed a few days later. I never saw the mother again. Many families don't want to see the Hospice RN later on as we're an anchor to a horrible time in their lives. I'm fine with that. I got to be there when it counted to do what I could for this family. I wonder where mom is now, I send her love and light and at times I get a sense of the bright spark of life that is her daughter touching in. It was a blessing to serve this small family. I feel it was a blessing to get to be a small part. I have a feeling of where the vision comes from, I'll keep that to myself. You decided what you think inspires me in the meditation. Is it telepathy, God, Universe, Spirit, the infant, the mother, telepathy. I think the answer is already there, sometimes we have to look for it or ask for it, step up a bit closer to the source so we can hear that whisper clearly. Do you also get such inspiration for difficult, or not so difficult situations that happen in your life?

This is my experience, do not share this on your platforms, I should be the one to tell it, it happened to me. invite me on your podcast and I'll tell this myself. I'm going to make some videos on my channel of some of my infant Hospice experiences. I told a few on an upcoming podcast but it won't be out until the end of July. I'll add the link to that interview (if it goes well!) here later on.

Some other Reddit Pediatric Hospice encounters I've written about:

Baby Boy:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1tcjzip/pediatric_hospice_rn_using_meditation_to/

Hospice family of 4 died of AIDS on my shift:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1mt3212/family_of_4_including_2_children_died_from_aids/

Autistic Hospice child communicates with telepathy

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4vbdi/pediatric_hospice_patient_cant_see_hear_or_speak/

Refrigerator People appearing around Hospice patients prior to their passing

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1r8kp3s/hospice_rn_sees_refrigerator_people_large_beings/

Hospice patient showed me her soul before and after her death;

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4yvrw/my_hospice_patient_that_showed_me_her_spirit/

New interview just released 07/14/26 on my NDE, death of my boys and Hospice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlD3102w8Rw

This is my YouTube channel:  [https://www.youtube.com/@UncleDavesKitchen](https://www.youtube.com/@UncleDavesKitchen)

David Parker RN

Hospice Nurse

youtube.com
u/andthisisso — 1 month ago
▲ 57 r/NDE+1 crossposts

New Interview Pediatric Hospice RN Sharing My NDE, 5 Years Paranormal Experience With Rev Jim Jones and a Soul Contract, Hospice Spirit Encounters with Adults and Newborn Terminally Ill patients. Using Meditation to Communicate with Non Responsive Hospice Patients.

New Interview uploaded today about my NDE and its affect on me becoming a Hospice RN in my adult life. Encounter with the spirit of a childhood friend that showed me where is body was. My 5 years at The People's Temple with Reverend Jim Jones and paranormal activities I experienced with Rev. Jim and a laying on of hands healing I received. A connection later in life of Soul Contracts with many others possibly going back lifetimes now completing and life's lessons resolved. Using meditation to effectively communicate soul to soul with my newborn Hospice patients for insight how to best support them and their families during a trying time. This part starts at 01:50:00 of the interview.

What a relief to get to share my stories and have them recorded so they won't be lost when my time comes. I've told several of these in the past on my own videos or other podcasts but the infant connection is all new. I hope you enjoy. This interview is over 2 hours long and that's been edited of 40 minutes! I didn't realize we spoke so long.

Direct link to interview:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v MlD3102w8Rw.

I hope you all find some value in this. I posted another newborn Hospice patient experience on this sub just over a week ago. I'm obviously not a skilled speaker but I hope the love comes through anyway. Thank you all for your kind thoughts.

David Parker Phoenix, Az

youtube.com
u/andthisisso — 3 months ago
▲ 19 r/getdisciplined

I had two major strokes back to back and was to be placed on hospice by the physicians. Paralyzed in ICU I used the tools I had already practiced for years to heal myself. The tools I learned in meditation class for fun ended up being exactly what I needed to heal myself

I thought I'd been shot by a stray bullet. It hurt so badly. I lost my balance, fell into the wall then onto the floor knocking out three teeth. Luckily I had my cell phone in my hand or it would be weeks before anyone would think to look for me. I lived alone and was newly retired at the time. I was able to call 911 with my functioning hand as the other was paralyzed.

In ICU, where I had once worked as an RN I lay in bed, unable to talk, move, control bodily functions. The doctors and nurses spoke over me but never to me. Because I couldn't move they assumed I couldn't hear or think. My thought process was sharp, I just couldn't move or tell them how much pain I was in.

I've taken the course of Silva Mind Control now called The Silva Method multiple times and practiced the meditations daily for years. I was well aware how to lower my pain threshold and focus on problem solving using the skills I learned in the course to get information from distant locations, including my own brain. I had nothing else I could do, I was paralyzed in bed so I used my training in meditation and focused my attention small to the cellular level and entered my own brain with my consciousness to see what had happened. I had expected to find a bullet but instead I found a huge blood clot. Later I had a second stroke with an additional clot. I used the meditation I learned in the class to make parts of my body feel as though they didn't belong to my body, that numbed the pain in my head. I focused my attention on the clot in my brain to feel as though it wasn't part of my body. It worked.

I imagined the clot had a face, hands, legs and told the clot that I named Hot Clot he was interfering in my life by paralyzing me. Hot Clot, a jolly, animated cartoon like character replied, "Oh, sorry Dave, I didn't mean to cause any problem." Rather than seeing the clot as an enemy I saw it as a friend and as a friend I felt free to ask it a favor. I asked the clot to work with me in dismantling the cells of the clot to dislodge it from my brain and restore full mental and physical normalcy. Hot Clot agreed and in my imagination, in meditation, hour after hour the clot and I shrunk to the cellular level dislodged the clot cell by cell, brushed each cell off and let them go harmlessly into the blood system to do no more damage and be useful elsewhere in the body. There is nothing else I could do, the doctors were doing their part and I was doing mine. I did this for 12 hours a day. I could tell time as the new nurses coming on for their shifts. Slowly the movement in my lips was returning. The clot was still there but there was some neurological improvement but I could not speak still. In my meditation state, in my imagination I gave my brain a face, hands, legs, mouth and a telephone and the same to my mouth. I gave it a face, hands and legs and a telephone connected to my brain. I had, in my imagination, my brain telephone my mouth and tell it to start speaking. My very animated version of my brain calling my animated version of my mouther were speaking to each other and practicing to say 'hello.' I did this while I was still focusing on Hot Clot to remove the clot, cell by cell and send them on their way. Soon I could move my lips and then speak a single word.

All this time I was relaxed, at peace, feeling joyful and not a bit of panic or fear. The pain was controlled, I felt so totally free and knew there was going to be a positive outcome. At this time I heard the doctors recommend me to go on Hospice service. I had been a Hospice nurse for ages, but this didn't panic me. My feeling was I am in pure soul consciousness and whatever outcome it was going to be great. I continued with Hot Clot and my mouth speaking with my brain. As I progressed I had my brain telephone other parts of my body to start moving, too. In my mind I saw myself walking out of the ICU on my own two feet, but at the time I couldn't move my arm or leg. Failure was not an option. I was focused on a sunny, bright future.

Over the few days I regained control of my body and in 9 days was transferred to a nursing home. I refused to be wheeled out by stretcher and stood with staff assistance, a walker and wobbly legs that could barely support me and left the ICU on my own feet. In the hallway I got into a wheelchair for transport to the nursing home. I did it, I did what I focused on and walked out, not well, but walked out of ICU. Everyone did their part. The doctors, me, my meditation I've practiced so long, we all did it together. I continued at home with physical and speech therapy, my dentist restored my smile with new teeth as I had everything on earth to smile about. I did an interview on Zoom where I was still missing teeth and slurring my speech somewhat and now and then I look at that interview about being a Hospice Nurse on JeffMara's YouTube program. How much I've improved since then and how far I came during that interview from the way I was in the hospital prior. I looked disheveled in the interview as my nursing assistant didn't show to help me with my shower. Who cares, I was talking, going to the bathroom on my own. Little flaws no longer have power over my life. Panic helps nothing, happiness and joy are our natural state, things can't help you in a crisis but skills, composure and the ability to control your thoughts and think one thought at a time do. I'm so grateful I took the meditation class and practiced it. I had no idea it would save my life but it sure did. Have the tools in your toolbox before you need them. Know how to used those tools effectively because sure enough, 'what if' happens one day.

This is the benefit of being prepared in advance, though I didn't know I was doing that.The discipline I had to practice my mental gymnastics saved me from being a hospice patient to returning to be a hospice nurse. I'm 71 and back as a pediatric hospice RN lifting and supporting others.

I made several interviews on this, was on the news and doing pre interviews for a possible upcoming Netflix show on medical miracles. Unfortunately this sub doesn't allow links. The whole planet communicates by videos, a shame that's excluded here. On YouTube search 'David Parker Silva Ireland Stroke' and that interview will pop up.

I hope this inspires others to appreciate being able to say to themselves "I'm glad I did" rather than say "I wish I had."

David Parker, Phoenix, Az

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u/andthisisso — 3 months ago
▲ 16 r/TBI

Does anyone use meditation in their recovery from brain injury and a return to a normal, healthy life?

I did. I had two back to back strokes in 2022 and was a hospice candidate per the physicians caring for me. I knew what that was about as I'm a hospice RN. During my stroke, paralyzed, other than the pain I never felt more free in my life. I felt such joy and support like giant hands were holding me and supporting me. What I saw initially was like my skull was hollow and the size of a baseball field and I was just a speck, like the size of a baseball floating inside this space. I could see the inside of my skull 360 degrees in all directions, vertical and horizontal. I have been a daily meditator for years and can easily get into alpha or theta brain waves in a matter of minutes and have done this giving demonstrations to the physicians I've worked with. Paralyzed but aware I went to my mediation level and began snooping in my brain. I thought I had been shot due to the pain but in my mind's eye I saw the clot and realized I had a stroke.

From there I went into my own self healing. I don't know if this sub would allow me to share this so I'll open it up to others if they have participated in their own recovery, healing and returning to a normal, healthy manner using their own minds.

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u/andthisisso — 3 months ago
▲ 36 r/hivaids

I was an RN in an AIDS Inpatient Unit from the late 1980s into the early 1990s when we had no treatment for the patients. This Experience happened to me that shows me the Universe, Source, Spirit whatever It's called loved those patients.

We opened up an AIDS inpatient unit in Phoenix, Az late 1980s called Phoenix Shanti on McDowell road. Hospitals allowed nurses to refuse care for these patients due to religious beliefs so the nurses that would care for them were loaded with very sick patients and we basically had nothing to treat them with at the time. Hospitals were thrilled for the Inpatient Unit to open and helped with finances. We really didn't know what we were doing, the director was an architect and never ran a care facility, we got some nurses, some physicians and boom, we opened and figured it out from the ground up.

Family members would dump their sick relatives and their stuff on the sidewalk in front of the facility and drive off, not even telling us they were there. We'd find them when staff went outside for a smoke so we'd carry them in and that was it, we were their new family. The disease was horrible, some patients just dissolved in the beds as the sores would block circulation to hands and feet and they would decay. We did all we could, but there was so little treatment except pain medication which flowed like wine there. Everyone died. I'd get a call, "don't come in to work tonight everyone's dead." those words still ring in my years. Finally we filled up the 35 beds and eventually opened another wing to 55 beds. Few people would work there, I was there from the beginning to the end when the facility closed do to mismanagement of the funds.

Despite the disease process, the death, the dread the surviving patients would share with each other watching their peers pass on and wonder 'who's next' we had some magical moments, too. Rather than type this out, I made two videos and I'll link them here. I think I tell them better than I could write them. Links below. The main one which to me proves God, The Universe, whatever you want to call it cared for them despite the hell they went through. I can't explain Devine wisdom but now and then I do get to witness it and know it's real, it's there, it cares in a way we don't understand. Both of these stories show that but so magnificently in the story, Cookie Monster.

I hope you enjoy the videos. I don't monetize my YT channel so hopefully they won't put ads in this to interrupt. The video Family Hospice is also an amazing story of a family of 4 that all died on my shift with AIDS over time. The time was like it was planned for them to pass on my shift and the last one had a special blessing that I think was a gift not only for her but for me, too.

I'm 71 and still a Hospice RN, it's who I became, it's who I am and I don't want to give it up until I have to. There is a great force than us in control, we work with It, I feel, we may not understand why things happen but in the end I do think we get the answer then. Just my thoughts. You tell me yours if you wish.

COOKIE MONSTER:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l0pZTdxc1PY

FAMILY HOSPICE:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9coxdRkvBBk

This is a recent posting about the Hospice work I do now as a Pediatric Hospice RN working exclusively with newborn and infant terminally ill patients. They have their own special spark they exist from. Here is one with some links to other Hospice Pediatric patient stories I've written about on Reddit and will make videos soon. Enjoy

First three paragraphs are an intro, the story starts in the 4th paragraph if you want to skip ahead:

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1u868fy/soul_to_soul_communication_with_a_hospice_new/

David Parker Phoenix, Az

u/andthisisso — 3 months ago
🔥 Hot ▲ 17.6k r/MadeMeSmile

4 Years After My Major Stroke I'm Back Working as a Pediatric Hospice RN With a Near Compete Recovery. I Went From Fully Functioning to Paralyzed Back to Fully Functioning. I'm so Grateful! Thank You Universe!

I thought I'd been shot by a stray bullet. It hurt so badly. I lost my balance, fell into the wall then onto the floor knocking out three teeth. Luckily I had my cell phone in my hand or it would be weeks before anyone would think to look for me. I lived alone and was newly retired at the time. I was able to call 911 with my functioning hand as the other was paralyzed.

In ICU, where I had once worked as an RN I lay in bed, unable to talk, move, control bodily functions. The doctors and nurses spoke over me but never to me. Because I couldn't move they assumed I couldn't hear or think. My thought process was sharp, I just couldn't move or tell them how much pain I was in.

I've taken the course of Silva Mind Control now called The Silva Method multiple times and practiced the meditations daily for years. I was well aware how to lower my pain threshold and focus on problem solving using the skills I learned in the course to get information from distant locations, including my own brain. I had nothing else I could do, I was paralyzed in bed so I used my training in meditation and focused my attention small to the cellular level and entered my own brain with my consciousness to see what had happened. I had expected to find a bullet but instead I found a huge blood clot. Later I had a second stroke with an additional clot. I used the meditation I learned in the class to make parts of my body feel as though they didn't belong to my body, that numbed the pain in my head. I focused my attention on the clot in my brain to feel as though it wasn't part of my body. It worked.

I imagined the clot had a face, hands, legs and told the clot that I named Hot Clot he was interfering in my life by paralyzing me. Hot Clot, a jolly, animated cartoon like character replied, "Oh, sorry Dave, I didn't mean to cause any problem." Rather than seeing the clot as an enemy I saw it as a friend and as a friend I felt free to ask it a favor. I asked the clot to work with me in dismantling the cells of the clot to dislodge it from my brain and restore full mental and physical normalcy. Hot Clot agreed and in my imagination, in meditation, hour after hour the clot and I shrunk to the cellular level dislodged the clot cell by cell, brushed each cell off and let them go harmlessly into the blood system to do no more damage and be useful elsewhere in the body. There is nothing else I could do, the doctors were doing their part and I was doing mine. I did this for 12 hours a day. I could tell time as the new nurses coming on for their shifts. Slowly the movement in my lips was returning. The clot was still there but there was some neurological improvement but I could not speak still. In my meditation state, in my imagination I gave my brain a face, hands, legs, mouth and a telephone and the same to my mouth. I gave it a face, hands and legs and a telephone connected to my brain. I had, in my imagination, my brain telephone my mouth and tell it to start speaking. My very animated version of my brain calling my animated version of my mouther were speaking to each other and practicing to say 'hello.' I did this while I was still focusing on Hot Clot to remove the clot, cell by cell and send them on their way. Soon I could move my lips and then speak a single word.

All this time I was relaxed, at peace, feeling joyful and not a bit of panic or fear. The pain was controlled, I felt so totally free and knew there was going to be a positive outcome. At this time I heard the doctors recommend me to go on Hospice service. I had been a Hospice nurse for ages, but this didn't panic me. My feeling was I am in pure soul consciousness and whatever outcome it was going to be great. I continued with Hot Clot and my mouth speaking with my brain. As I progressed I had my brain telephone other parts of my body to start moving, too. In my mind I saw myself walking out of the ICU on my own two feet, but at the time I couldn't move my arm or leg. Failure was not an option. I was focused on a sunny, bright future.

Over the few days I regained control of my body and in 9 days was transferred to a nursing home. I refused to be wheeled out by stretcher and stood with staff assistance, a walker and wobbly legs that could barely support me and left the ICU on my own feet. In the hallway I got into a wheelchair for transport to the nursing home. I did it, I did what I focused on and walked out, not well, but walked out of ICU. Everyone did their part. The doctors, me, my meditation I've practiced so long, we all did it together. I continued at home with physical and speech therapy, my dentist restored my smile with new teeth as I had everything on earth to smile about. I did an interview on Zoom where I was still missing teeth and slurring my speech somewhat and now and then I look at that interview about being a Hospice Nurse on JeffMara's YouTube program. How much I've improved since then and how far I came during that interview from the way I was in the hospital prior. I looked disheveled in the interview as my nursing assistant didn't show to help me with my shower. Who cares, I was talking, going to the bathroom on my own. Little flaws no longer have power over my life. Panic helps nothing, happiness and joy are our natural state, things can't help you in a crisis but skills, composure and the ability to control your thoughts and think one thought at a time do. I'm so grateful I took the meditation class and practiced it. I had no idea it would save my life but it sure did. Have the tools in your toolbox before you need them. Know how to used those tools effectively because sure enough, 'what if' happens one day.

I made a few interviews on YT about my healing which I'm not allowed to post the link here. One you can search for 'Silva Ireland David Parker.' I've been on the news also.

u/andthisisso — 3 months ago
▲ 181 r/Experiencers

Soul to Soul communication between my 8 Day Old Hospice Infant Patient Who Showed Me How to Best Serve and Support her Young Mother Through This Difficult Time in Her Life.

My Hospice history: the story starts in 3 paragraphs if you want to jump ahead:

I've been a Hospice RN since the 1980s working in an AIDS inpatient facility that started with 35 beds then advanced to 55 beds back when that disease was a death sentence. Every patient died and the disease process was a syndrome so the disease took different patterns in their demise. It was horrible as we had no treatment, we just kept them clean and comfortable and let them know the staff was there for them. Abandoned by society and family due to the fear at the time.

Later I moved into a 10 bed adult then all ages Hospice Inpatient Unit with the average life expectancy frequently was three days. Nearly 30 years ago I moved to a Pediatric Hospice Inpatient unit for newborns to age 17 years old to give the families more support with other young family members to share their coping with dying children. Now I work with birth defect new born and infants, from days to weeks old on Hospice care. Many families choose to have their infant pass at home. Our Hospice will transport the infant on life support home, spend time with family that has such a short time to create memories of the child that will last them a life time, then life support is removed at home in a warm, loving setting with family and friends around for a peaceful passing. So far I've performed 640 terminal withdraw of care of newborns. What I am sharing is not belief, read in a book, random thought in my head or guess but what I've actually experienced by actively participating with the soul, consciousness of the newborn and perhaps their family in meditation prior to meeting the patient, family or any knowledge of the situation I'm about to walk in to.

I learned to meditate as a child as my parents followed Surat Shabd Yoga in the mid 1960s later moved on to Eckankar, a modern form of following the Shabd, the 'Sound Current" With shorter meditations. When I decided to go to college I knew I needed some help in focusing so I took the 4 day class called at the time Silva Mind Control, now called The Silva Method. I've since retaken the class about 30 times. I flew through college as this taught me to focus my attention on one thought at a time rather than be distracted by a multiple thoughts.

The story starts here:

When I'm informed I'll be starting a new Hospice case soon, usually a day in advance I get no information at all as consents are being signed, the hospital physician working with the Hospice physician on medical decisions with the families. I use this time to meditate on the upcoming family I'm about to walk in to and ask how I can best serve this family in the worst time of their lives. I've created a casual, comfortable living room in my meditation where I'll invite the infant and family, if they want to, to share insight with me how I can best serve them all in their unique situation. I always, every single time, get specific insight to serve the family prior to meeting them or any physical insight into their situation.

This one situation in my meditation the vision I got was almost like a cartoon playing in the living room setting I've created to share with the family on the inner level. I saw an old time school house and the mother of the newborn was the teacher and I was the student sitting in a chair with a desk taking notes of what she was teaching me. That was it, clearly she was teaching me in class and I was busy listening to her. At the time it didn't make sense but as I've learned over the years my insight comes a day or so later. I ended the meditation, thanked the Universe for the insight and anticipated the meaning to reveal itself to me when the time is right.

The next day I meet the family and the 9 day old newborn at the hospital to arrange the transfer of the infant home when they can gather family to be present for bonding and support for the withdrawal of care. The mother is 13 years old, her father is in jail, CPS has been involved for most of her pregnancy, the family is in crisis. I felt a pillar of strength come over me from above, the Universe sending me exactly what I need to help this family. I got a wonderful feeling everything is going to work out and I'm not alone to support these people at this time in their lives. This happened every single time I meet a new family.

The family leaves the hospital, I arrange transportation for the infant and I'm surrounded with what feels like giant hands around me lifting and loving me and letting me know we're going to be doing this together. It's a warm, comforting feeling, love, caring, support, 'you got this.'

The infant arrives at the house. I get there later and find the whole family has left this 13 year old mother alone with a dying baby. I am a grown man alone with a young girl which is unnerving in itself for concern of accusations but I do what I need to do. Mom is holding her baby perfectly. The child was born without a skull but everything else is mostly functioning. There was no skin on the top of her head, just a brain that looked perfectly formed. Mom removed the covering over the head and was smiling holding her infant and showing me how much she loved her daughter. She was 13 years old and had no power or control in her life. She couldn't make legal decisions, she couldn't drive if she wanted to go somewhere, she was totally dependent on her family for everything and right now they had left her on her own with her daughter. The vision from the meditation became clear now. She was the teacher and I was the student.

Mom had just taken a blanket out of the dryer and showed me how soft and fluffy it was. I held a corner of the blanket to my face and told her what a wonderful blanket this is for her daughter and how nice it smelled and truly was the softest blanket I've ever felt. She showed me how she swaddled her infant to keep her warm and comfortable. I told her what a good mother she is and skillfully she cared for her baby. Later she changed the diaper and I asked how she knew which end of the diaper was up, she showed me the tabs and how she cleaned the daughter and then redressed her and placed her back in the blanket. I let her teach me. She wanted some formula and I asked her how she made it. She smiled at me and showed me how much water she put in the bottle and how much powder. She showed me how to swirl the bottle to avoid making bubbles in the formula. I told her how clever she was to do that. She held the baby and fed her a bit, as much as she would take and showed me how she held the baby after feeding to avoid burping. I was her student and thanked her for showing me this.

This 13 year old mother had absolutely no control of her life at all. The vision I got in my meditation was for me to give her as much control as I could. Of course I knew the things she showed me but rather than coming in as the RN and taking over the Universe showed me to let her create the memories during the short time she's got to spend with her daughter on this planet of being a wonderful, loving and caring mother of her first born. I was to step back and let her have these few moments, to create the memories of being in control with her life and her daughter. It's not about me but it was about her. She's such a short time to build a lifetime of memories, that's what I got from my meditation. I'm so grateful I got to be there with her. I'm grateful the family was gone. I'm grateful I was given the insight to not interfere or further take her power away from her. I'm grateful I took the meditation class and practiced it daily, I'm grateful I took the time to contact the Universe, the infant, the family and all involved prior to meeting them to gain insight to just be present and support this young mother. What if I never bothered to do that, I would have missed out on this wonderful opportunity to support a young mother and her dying infant effectively. The class you don't take won't inspire you, the effort you don't initiate won't take you to new places to learn and grow, the care and compassion you don't share won't open up the additional ways to give and receive information from a higher source.

This infant passed a few days later. I never saw the mother again. Many families don't want to see the Hospice RN later on as we're an anchor to a horrible time in their lives. I'm fine with that. I got to be there when it counted to do what I could for this family. I wonder where mom is now, I send her love and light and at times I get a sense of the bright spark of life that is her daughter touching in. It was a blessing to serve this small family. I feel it was a blessing to get to be a small part. I have a feeling of where the vision comes from, I'll keep that to myself. You decided what you think inspires me in the meditation. Is it telepathy, God, Universe, Spirit, the infant, the mother. I think the answer is already there, sometimes we have to look for it or ask for it, step up a bit closer to the source so we can hear that whisper clearly. Do you also get such inspiration for difficult, or not so difficult situations that happen in your life?

This is my experience, do not share this on your platforms, I should be the one to tell it, it happened to me. invite me on your podcast and I'll tell this myself. I'm going to make some videos on my channel of some of my infant Hospice experiences. I told a few on an upcoming podcast but it won't be out until the end of July. I'll add the link to that interview (if it goes well!) here later on.

Some other Reddit Pediatric Hospice encounters I've written about:

Baby Boy:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1tcjzip/pediatric_hospice_rn_using_meditation_to/

Hospice family of 4 died of AIDS on my shift:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1mt3212/family_of_4_including_2_children_died_from_aids/

Autistic Hospice child communicates with telepathy

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4vbdi/pediatric_hospice_patient_cant_see_hear_or_speak/

Refrigerator People appearing around Hospice patients prior to their passing

https://www.reddit.com/r/Experiencers/comments/1r8kp3s/hospice_rn_sees_refrigerator_people_large_beings/

Hospice patient showed me her soul before and after her death;

https://www.reddit.com/r/andthisisso/comments/1m4yvrw/my_hospice_patient_that_showed_me_her_spirit/

This is my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@UncleDavesKitchen

David Parker RN

Hospice Nurse

u/andthisisso — 4 months ago