A Car Crash

Last week I took a brief trip but only two days after I left I had a car crash. The car is totally damaged, couldn't run anymore. I have contusions and I am under lots of pain both on my abdomen and on my back and arms. Funny thing is the reaction I received from many people who were simply curious to see how it happened and didn't even think of helping out. I even overheard people saying while I was still trying to recover my breath that, by the sound of the impact, they thought the car had rolled over and gone down the hill. People passed fast by car, all looking, some even laughed, I saw a woman on the passenger side smiling, just fascinated on the state the car was left. Crazy world we live on! Humans have such a fascination for accidents, they can be oblivious to many things, but when it is about people hurt and total wreckage they cannot help themselves. But I do believe in a few people who really make this world goes round. There were two women (mother and her daughter), that I later called them "Angels sent from Heaven" who were disposed to make all the calls necessary to help me out. They even offered something to drink and some biscuits (for it was late and I didn't have lunch yet, which was good or the food would be thrown out anyway by the shock). They told me they both had suffered car accidents, one of them when little daughter was only two years old. And thanks for the seatbelt (and especially from God) that I am here now to tell the stories. Here I leave some photos of the car I was in: Although only the automobile was under the influence of alcohol (I had just filled the tank full) oil was spread on the road, and there was still the danger of an explosion. The impact on my chest hit so strongly that I could not breath, and I had to leave the car to be able to restore some colours over my face. I have contusions and a long mark like a knife cut from the seatbelt on my chest and neck. That's why I always recommend to use it at all times!

Later on, when I felt strong enough to walk to the police station, I saw a man bringing a penguin that he found on the beach, yes, in a tropical weather. I caressed his head, and it was cold as an ice cube. I took out some sand from his right eye. I applied some REIKI energy over his body and talked to him saying, "We will both be all right!" The small penguin was so tired that it remained lied quietly inside the box, just waiting for the rural police to take it to be fed, wounds treated and then sent to the local Aquarium to later on (in two months) been taken back to Argentina. They are coming like thousands, swimming all the way up from Patagonia and reaching as further as the north of Brazil, victims of the global warming which has been debilitating the eco system and melting the ice cap in the poles. I even wrote an article for a magazine about that. Hope they publish it. I am really concerned about the way things are rapidly changing, and looking forward the day we will drive cars moved by magnetic fields or on trails not only for ecological reasons but for our own safety.

The Number Twelve

It was in the news and it was an awful description: "The wreckage of a small plane lies at a sports field after falling in a small neighbourhood in Santiago February 27, 2008. At least eight people died, including a mother and child exercising in a public park.

The death toll rose to 11 after the bodies of three more victims were found under the aircraft's fuselage."

Now there is a twelve victim. The day after the crash I dreamed of being beaten up. I was actually all torn, being my left leg in a very horrible shape, my flesh all exposed, and blood all around me. When I tried to get up I felt my head spinning out. I was dizzy. I could hardly breath. Then I saw a woman coming right across the room where I was, I thought she was the one who was torturing me, but she passed right behind me and left the room. So I tried hard to escape there. When I was about to get up I noticed that half of my right leg was missing. I didn't have time to think of what had happened I just had to leave that place. "I want to leave... I want to LIVE" that was the only phrase that came out on my head. I went to the window and jumped into the terrace of that room. When I was thinking on how to get down, the same woman came to the door and shouted, "Beatriz!" (And, bear with me, that's not my name.) Then I woke up and I knew I would see in the news about a woman who was very much in trouble, very hurt and had her right leg amputated. What was my surprise to know that it was not only that, but that her sister, who was exercising with her in the park when the plane crashed, just died three days ago. I recognized the face in my dream by the photo showed in the newspaper. I believe that she was trying to call her sister, she knew she had no chance of surviving and she wanted her sister with her. I have my eyes filled with tears and my heart fuelled with empathy and compassion to learn that Brave Beatriz is still battling for her life in a hospital here in Santiago.

My condolences go also to all the fifteen victims of femicide, killed by their own spouses here in Chile, only in this year of 2008 which just begun. The number on the same period last year was ten. And even when there were complaints about battered women, their partners still have the right to keep being too close to them, maybe a little too close. Let's close this chapter to a ZERO number for the next millennium or so.