The Light: Through a Child's Eyes
The Purple Hippopotamus
- Morgana's childhood NDE in the summer of
"And when the night is cloudy,
there is still a light that shines on me.
Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me speaking words of wisdom, let it be.."
"Let It Be" by the Beatles was playing on the radio at the
I was thoroughly ecstatic over the Hippopotamus that my Mother had purchased for me earlier in the morning at
our local five-and-dime store because it was rare she was able to indulge either my sister or myself in such a
capacity. Funds were limited since she was a twenty-something widow with two daughters.
Even at such a
young age I was cognizant of how trying it was for my Mother to toil at two jobs simultaneously, yet, barely
manage to make ends meet nonetheless. This made my Hippo all the sweeter to receive because it meant
she loved me enough to sacrifice even a bit more.
I thought he was just the prettiest hue of neon purple! Voluminous, multicolored polka dots adorned his torso
which really made him stand out from the rest of the inflatable critters on the beach. The more garish the
coloring, the more aesthetically enticing the toy, in the mind of a five or six year old. That alone made me feel
extra special. As if, not only would the other children be compelled to take notice of my Hippo but certainly they
would all examine my new friend with longing, too.
I decided to name him Charlie. After all these years I cannot recall precisely why. Most likely he reminded me
of a friend of the family whom I was fond of.
I huffed, and I puffed, until Charlie was fully inflated and prepared to
sail across the waves. Spending a care-free afternoon at the ocean was my idea of Heaven! In fact, we
resided so close to a beach during my youth back East that we even visited it on rainy days and during the
winter prior to the water becoming solidified. When the acrid winds of that season made it too unbearable to
go swimming we could still easily spend hours creating sand castles and playing on the swing-set...
I had always possessed a special affinity for the water and envisioned myself as a Sea Captainess on a secret
quest for Mermaids and other Mystical Creatures. Deep within, the Dream prevailed that one day I would
encounter a Mermaid who would be so adoring of me that she would bestow me with the Gift of Transformation
so that I may become a Mermaid, too, upon whispered words of enchantment.
I grabbed Charlie the Hippo and vigorously ran to the water's edge.
My Mother called from behind that I need
be careful as I had just consumed fried pizza topped off with a snow cone for dessert
(not to mention the box of
Good-n-Plenties I hid from Mommy's view!) and, as such, I still had a bit of a full tummy. Careful? Of what? I
dismissed her warning. Why, this is going to be funnnnn!
Charlie and I plunged into the water and I straddled his back; taking full command of the plastic reigns and -
like Queen Nefertiti presiding over the Nile - I adeptly steered us toward a more isolated area of the beach so I
could initiate my explorations.
Once I arrived at a distance from the shore, my Hippo collided with a rather brisk
wave and began to teeter to-and-fro. In my mind, however, I had determined that Charlie was just being ornery
so I spanked him mildly on the rump which only served to make him more unstable. We both toppled over into
the water soon thereafter.
Panicking, I reached above my head in a futile effort to grasp onto my Hippo and pull myself upward but he
simply popped out of my hand and bobbed further away from me. I flailed about for what seemed like an
Eternity until I grew fatigued. Just as I finally relinquished struggling altogether due to the "headache in my
tummy" (as we children would say) a larger wave - like a gaping, frothy mouth - devoured me...
Spiraling Into The Abyss
Initially it felt as if I was being drawn under by some unseen force, but my attention quickly became more
fixated on the fact that the sounds of the other children squealing and splashing were becoming barely audible.
I also became acutely aware that I could no longer breathe which prompted me to hastily ingest several gulps
of water that pierced my lungs unmercifully.
As my lungs began to fill with yet more of the icy fluid I cast my eyes downward; mentally frozen by the concept
that I could not visually detect what might lurk in the tenebrous waters beneath me.
There was but a limited ray
of sunlight sparsely breaking through the surface of the water above me at this juncture. I could vaguely hear
that Beatles' song playing in the back of my mind, "Let it be, let it be," and for some reason felt this was a
message for me to let go. I continued to waft downward in a subdued tendril motion until all sight and sound completely dissipated.
I could no longer see the pale flesh of my hands even if I placed them immediately in front of my eyes. In their
place I discovered a bluish-white "cotton candy" swirling about and - although this did not cause me any alarm -
I did not comprehend what it was. My curiosity was piqued more than anything because somehow I sensed that
this cotton candy was a part of me, yet, I could not fathom how or why.
It was then that a sense of calm diffused
throughout my entire Being; the quietude and the blackness now proving to be strangely comforting. There I
remained, motionless in time, until I saw her...
The Mermaid Finds Me
The most beautiful Mermaid I had ever seen! Her hair billowed out from behind her like rainbow-colored
seaweed. Her eyes were a vivid coral blue. I could not see beyond her translucent torso as the darkness
enveloped her lower body, tapering into the distance like a magnificent tail. Wow! She's incredible! I excitedly
proclaimed to myself. Yes, she was. Certainly more glorious than any Mermaid I had ever found in any of my
She smiled at me with lips as red as the nocturnal reef fish, and without uttering a sound the Mermaid
explained to me that she was in actuality an "Angel."
I could not physically speak in response, yet, I discovered
that my thoughts had a voice of their own. I replied, skeptically, that Angels don't live in water and she looked
more like a Mermaid anyway because she didn't have any Wings or a Halo. I expressed that, out of deference
to her, I wouldn't mind referring to her as Angel the Mermaid - since Angel is such a lovely name - but to me she
was still a Mermaid.
I believe this genuinely amused her because she had the same gleam in her eye that my Mother was notorious
for. That All-Knowing look which said, "You are just a baby. You don't understand."
This Creature then further
explained that I was not witnessing her true form but, rather, one that she thought would be pleasing to a child
such as myself. She floated toward me a bit then halted at a safe distance, as if she could not inch any closer
without my explicit consent. Her hand summoned me to view an area beyond her whereupon a beacon of light
was beginning to invade the shadows...
Come Into The Light
Angel asked me if I wanted to go into "The Light" with her. I was not certain what The Light was precisely, but at
that instant her Mermaid encasing dissolved; exposing a cotton candy swirl much like my own. Yet, hers was
more of a golden-white hue. She radiated the purest, most unconditional Love and Acceptance that I had ever
experienced in my brief life. One that penetrated every fiber of my Being until I thought I would disperse in a
rapturous explosion. This exquisite phenomenon was certainly enticing enough for me to desire to remain with
her and go anywhere she requested of me.
I reached out to her now-ethereal form, eagerly anticipating a New Life with my Loving Friend.
At that very moment, the water began to
wrench about me and I felt myself being callously extracted to the surface,
causing the Vision of this Mysterious Entity to diminish.
No! No! I protested. Let it be! But I sensed that the only two
Souls on the planet who could hear me were me and my Angel...
Return From The Light
Immediately it felt as if an elephant was lambasting my chest with such great force I was certain my rib cavity
would be reduced to nothing more than a heap of fractured bones. I felt overwhelmed by the sudden impact of
physical sensations - blinded by the distorted features of those peering intently into my face and deafened by
their shouts of, "Is she OK?! What happened?! Is she dead?!"
I was intensely aware of my anger. Yes, anger. It was brief yet ardent nonetheless. I was angry that I had been
removed from a warm, loving, safe atmosphere and returned to the harsh reality of the mundane world and the
wracking pain of this physical vehicle as it continued to spew forth liquid from its lungs. I no longer felt airy and
free like cotton candy but, instead, thought I would collapse under the weight of the human vessel that restricted
my truest Essence.
Upon seeing my Mother's face, my sister's, and that of a few friends my ire abated. I soon felt delighted to be in
their company again.
However, I will never forget that day on the beach. It has served to be a constant reminder
throughout my lifetime that there is indeed a another "life" aside from the one we are accustomed to. There is
an existence whereupon the emotion of Love is so magnanimous that it pervades our Spirit to the very core.
This Love we shall all encounter upon our passing from Mother Earth into the Spirit Realm. I find this
knowledge sublimely comforting, and hope you do as well.
~ Man's Power of Choice enables him to think like an Angel or a Devil; A King or a Slave. Whatever he chooses, Mind will create and Manifest ~
~The Temple of Wisdom~
Spiritual Readings, Paranormal Insight and Good Mojo
A Personal Near-Death Experience.
Copyright 2002 . Morgana T. Taylor