The Tunnel
It was back in 1995 when I was living and working in London, I can remember it so clearly as if it were yesterday. I had been to the Doctors as I had noticed that I had a lump on the side of my neck and a continued sore throat, it wasn’t like me getting ill as I was and am in top health, so with this I went to see my doctor in East London at that time.
I can remember feeling very worried as I don’t like seeing doctors at the best of time, but knew it was the right thing to do. After an examination the doctor felt that I need to go in to hospital to have a biopsy operation so they could find out what was causing my sore throat and the cause of the lump on my neck. I said ok when you think I will have to go in and the doctor told me quite to my surprise, the next day.
With this news I had a feeling of panic wave over me then a feeling of calm, I thought to myself many things but can remember thinking that at least I am getting this over and done with quickly and then know what is making me feel so bad, so the next day I went into The Royal Free hospital in Whitechapel east London for a two day stay.
After two days I was sent home, my journey back to my house in Bow east London was very thoughtful about the few days ahead and about the results of the operation.
After being brought home by one of my housemates at the time, All I wanted to do was rest, so that’s what I did, for the next few days I felt awful and slept a lot with slight discomfort and pain. I was on the sofa, the TV was on in the background and there was no one else in the house as everyone was at work, then I remember my eyes getting heavy and falling asleep.
I couldn’t hear the TV on but I could hear something that I can only describe as whispering going on from within in the room, I think that my sleep must have been light because at the time I thought it was my housemates but then I knew it couldn’t be so I tried to wake up, but I couldn’t open my eyes as hard as I tried they would not open, I guess I must have fallen back asleep again.
During this sleep which again must have been light, I heard the whispering and what I can only describe as a rushing wind like sound all around me and the feeling of warmth. I still couldn’t make out the voices but they were getting louder as was the rushing wind sound, by now I could feel myself getting very worried and tried to open my eyes but again I couldn’t.
It seemed that through my eyes it was getting brighter around me, eyes still sealed shut unable to open and I felt as if I was floating, floating through a windy tunnel, I couldn’t move any part of me and then I knew what this was, what was going on. It seemed like as soon as I realised what was happening I could open my eyes at last.
I was scared, still on the sofa, TV still on in the background but my heart was racing and for a moment I was unable to talk. I got up washed my face and then went back to the sofa, but made sure I didn’t fall asleep in case it happened again to me.
My results came back fine and I was given the all clear, I put this experience to the back of my mind, but thought about it from time to time.
Years later, I moved back to Salisbury from London and was at my Parents house, I was relaxing on the sofa when I had the same experience again, but this time it was different, no rushing wind sound, no feeling of warmth but still whispering voices around me and the difficulty in opening my eyes which I just could not open. And just like the other time, when I realised that this was the same situation I had been in before but felt much shorter, I could open my eyes.
I have never experienced this since, years later I have thought and reflected what it was that I went through and have come up with many theories, but to be honest I shall keep an open mind about my Experiences as there might be a logical explanation to all of it….or is there.