^ Has not read beyond the first page of the thread and is unsure what it's trying to say.
Because of an asthma attack when I was very young, I have a bit of damage in the hippocampus.* I was oxygen deprived. Due to this condition, I began having auras about 20 years ago. I didn't know they were called auras. I called them deja vu daydreams, a short flash of dreamlike images in my head accompanied by a sense that I had lived it before. Afterward, I couldn't remember the dream and felt a little flushed and displaced for a minute.
At the time, I thought it was my body's reaction to the sleep deprivation that goes with a busy job, a toddler and an infant. The auras would occur a few times within a few days then not at all for months or years at a time. Ten years ago, and living alone except for when the kids were there, I woke up in a different room of the house. It happened a few times. Once, I woke up feeling like I had done Lou Ferrigno's leg day. I could barely walk. Time to figure it out. After trips to my doctor, a few different neurologists and diagnostics, I learned I had mild epilepsy. Gentle meds totally prevent seizures and auras for me.
All that to say: bullshit. Not once did I have a religious experience. Not once did I think what was happening was anything but physical and explainable. Anecdotal, but there you have it.
*Your mom goes to college.
Because of an asthma attack when I was very young, I have a bit of damage in the hippocampus.* I was oxygen deprived. Due to this condition, I began having auras about 20 years ago. I didn't know they were called auras. I called them deja vu daydreams, a short flash of dreamlike images in my head accompanied by a sense that I had lived it before. Afterward, I couldn't remember the dream and felt a little flushed and displaced for a minute.
At the time, I thought it was my body's reaction to the sleep deprivation that goes with a busy job, a toddler and an infant. The auras would occur a few times within a few days then not at all for months or years at a time. Ten years ago, and living alone except for when the kids were there, I woke up in a different room of the house. It happened a few times. Once, I woke up feeling like I had done Lou Ferrigno's leg day. I could barely walk. Time to figure it out. After trips to my doctor, a few different neurologists and diagnostics, I learned I had mild epilepsy. Gentle meds totally prevent seizures and auras for me.
All that to say: bullshit. Not once did I have a religious experience. Not once did I think what was happening was anything but physical and explainable. Anecdotal, but there you have it.
*Your mom goes to college.
