OK, this is a bit weird, but I had to write about it, because to me it’s kinda cool, kind of like a Twilight Zone thing…
When I close my eyes, sometimes I see a hazy sort of nothingness, and sometimes I see colors and shapes. It sort of depends on what I was just looking at. What do you see?
I even googled it, and I found an article aptly named When our eyes are closed, what do we see? http://schwitzsplinters.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-our-eyes-are-closed-what-do-we.html
No need to read the whole article (I didn’t), but here is an excerpt of what people told the author:
“(1) black/grey (possibly shifting or undulating): 4 respondents;
(2) usually nothing, not even blackness: 1 respondent;
(3) colors: 4 or 5 respondents;
(4) afterimages: 1 or 2 respondents;
(5) patterns of color against a black or grey background: 5 respondents;
(6) visual imagery of objects or scenes: 1 respondent, but 3 others mentioned that they sometimes have this experience or they have it after a while.”
I pretty much experience all of those things at one time or another. Moving on…
As my close acquaintances know, I take yoga classes regularly. In my Tuesday-Thursday noon class at 24-Hour Fitness, the instructor typically begins and ends the class by having us sit with our eyes closed and chant the sound of “ohm” 3 times. Yeah, yeah, at first I thought it was strange, but I have become used to it and more or less enjoy how it helps me clear my head. But that is beside the point…
In another recent post, I wrote about Bud, my first Hospice patient that passed away, may he rest in peace. During the period when I was visiting him — I don’t remember exactly when; looking back I would say it was a couple of weeks or so before I found out he died — at some point I distinctly recall closing my eyes during yoga and seeing, amid a background of greyish haze, a purple heart. It was fuzzy but very definitely there. It remained even after I opened my eyes and closed them again. I looked around, and there was nothing purple or heart-shaped in the room, so it was not some sort of lingering, photographic imagery.
I took it as a sign. I would not say that I usually believe in or watch for omens of any kind, but there you have it. I immediately thought of Bud, because he served in the Air Force, was wounded, and earned a U.S. military Purple Heart, although he never received it.
I did in fact wonder if it was some kind of prophecy.
I saw the purple heart several times over the course of a few weeks, both before and for awhile after Bud died, and then it went away. At least a month went by during which time I did not see any purple hearts, and I forgot about it. Coincidentally, I have not been visiting any particular patient, just due to circumstances.
This past Thursday during my yoga class, I closed my eyes and saw a purple heart, clear as a tree pose.
The next day, a new patient request came up. I visited “Ed” for the first time that evening; he lives right on the way from work to home. He served in the Army.
Dee-doo ♪ ♫ dee-doo ♪ ♫ dee-doo ♪ ♫ dee-doo ♪ ♫…