In 1988 I was diagnosed with cerebellar degeneration, a diagnosis I thought to be terminal since I was told “You will never get better and will probably continue to get worse’. According to my research the expected outcome for someone in my condition was death after 2-5 years.
Shortly after my diagnosis I was leaving an occupational therapy appointment and feeling depressed. I drove right into traffic on to a four lane road without hesitation, looking or caring. I was planning to cross over to the furthest lane. When I looked up, there were three cars about to hit me all going around 45 miles per hour, the closest being 15-20 feet. I just thought “O.K., this is it”, and did not care. At that point my car and I were jerked out of space/time and placed safely in the far lane. There was no screeching of tires, honking or any indication that anyone saw anything amiss. For me it felt very powerful and was traumatic. I did not speak of the event to anyone for over a month. Even thinking of it shook me up.
I had/have heard various theories about linear time being an illusion or that time and space are really just an agreement between us. I cannot say I understand the relationship between time, space and me. However, I can say that time and space are not the simple immutable, sequential, linear events I once thought. I also do not know the power that saved me.
