This Is My Story – Jordyn Skye

I woke up and was dressed in medieval clothes. I had a sash on across my heart. Somehow I knew that sash was so special. It was gold and just felt so wonderful.

I could hardly walk. But I could manage alone. My arm was difficult. It had so much pain and I could not move it. It was straight and I had to hold it with my other arm. I could only wiggle the fingers. It did not move.

I knew I was hurt badly but I knew I would live. And I knew I would be looked after. Then there they came. A line of souls. So tall they were, like giants and I was like a real dwarf. They stood behind me in a line. Just stood and I stood in front. And then I felt it. The love that came just filled every part of me and helped me stand when I would have fallen. Like beams of light I just felt the love from the giants behind me. I have never felt anything so spiritual and wonderful in my life.

And so I was held by the angels and loved and kept alive. Somewhere my body was – and had been hit by a car and nearly killed. Doctors have said in this plane I should have died. But I didn’t. I am sure I am the luckiest person in the world to be here and I know my guardian angel did her job that day.

I fell asleep in front of the angels and came back to this life. It took me such a long time to realise I was alive. I thought I was dreaming for a long time. My body was not what I remembered and I was blind. I didn’t realise that though and just thought someone had forgotten to turn the lights on and this body was not mine.

Anyway, my guardian angel looked after me so well and I finally realised this is reality and I’m alive. A woman had done a u-turn into me and hit my motorcycle. My bike died that day but she had looked after me.

At some stage shortly after I was conscious – I was consumed with a question of why? Why had all this happened, why couldn’t I be dead? I had touched on that ground and I remembered how beautiful it was, and I wanted to go back.

So I eventually made contact with, I think, the best astrologer on the planet and she told me. I had chosen to come back, I wasn’t finished with what I was doing.

Before my accident I was a psychiatric nurse so I had a sense of spirit but it got very intensified after my trauma. I always believed suicide was not an alright act. It cut all your ties to loved ones and screamed no one cared enough to save me. And I could never say you don’t love me to the people and spirits that do. They are why I am here.

So if I sound cliché about why I’m here cause lots of people in similar circumstances would say the same. All I can say is: I was there. This was not a story for me, though it is my story now, but for me it was an experience. I was held by angels and I still remember them. And for me with head injuries I am lucky I can remember my own name. I have been told lots of things like I’ll never run again, I shouldn’t be able to speak, the damage to my brain made it so I shouldn’t speak. But I still have a few things to say and one of them is “Spirit is so beautiful and blessed and it doesn’t matter if we are alive or dead, it is just our pathway and our spot at that time. We choose it – we make our reality. Spirit may help but we choose what we want.”

Kia kaha and bless you all for we are all blessed.

– Jordyn Skye, Individual Member, Kaitaia.

Source: Vision, The Magazine of the Spiritualist Church of New Zealand, January-March 2008.