Your True Tales
December 2008 - Page 7
Near Death
by Rayna Buxman
On July 19, 2005, on my brother's birthday, I was in a car accident. When I woke up that morning, I knew something was not going to be right. I knew something bad was going to happen, but I got in to the truck anyway. Something told me not to, but I did not follow that feeling. I still wish to this day I had.
I went off Hwy. 20 in Ukiah, California above the Kayen camp grounds north boat ramp at Lake Mendocino. We were found off the road 150 feet, wedged between two trees. We had been going 55 miles an hour and the impact was hard. The driver had been up all night previously fishing at the Russian river. Being a parolee at the time, he was worried about being caught for doing things wrong. There were five people in his truck: two in the back and three of us in front. My fiancé Tom had just gotten out of the hospital with his back the night before. We could not find his seatbelt that morning, and I felt there must have been a reason why. Maybe it was so he could save my life.
The driver's name was "Tiny". He drove a blue early '80s Ford 250 truck with a guard rail on the front. As he drove to Ukiah, things were going well until he realized he left his cell phone behind. So he turned around to head back to Lake Mendocino... and fell asleep at the wheel. We were not all the way there when I felt the truck go down the embankment. Just seconds before this happened, I had a premonition I was going to be in a car accident. Sure enough, that's what happened.
It was a scary experience to have lived through. California highway patrol said we all were lucky to be alive, and he didn't know how we survived that wreck. As I woke up screaming my head off, "Oh my god, Tiny! We went off the road!" I heard a voice say, "Now is not your time to die." My life flashed before my eyes, and that second I thought it was all over. I would be leaving my boys behind for good. At that second, we hit the tree. My head went forward and Tom braced himself in front of me and the dashboard.
I felt like guardian angels or my deceased relatives were there to save my life. I had seen them with my own eyes. I thought that was it when we hit the tree. I saw my cousin Rae Jean, my great grandfather, Julius Stevens, whom I never met, and many more. I felt their energy around me. I was close to seeing the light we all see before we die. I thought of my boys -- and that brought me back to reality. Everything missed the dashboard but my left knee.
I feel nothing but gratitude to Tom for saving my life, and my family helping me stay or have the strength to live. I have never come up with how I knew it would happen or how I managed to walk away with my life, but I can tell you it was near death for me. Nightmares followed for months afterward, and sometimes they still surface near the anniversary of the experience. My psychic powers have doubled since then. However, it is an experience I do not wish to repeat. The lesson I did learn is not to take life for granted because life is short. Having that near-death experience made me aware of my life and how short it can be.
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