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Axeroberts I think the only way that my mind would accept that surreal experience at the time, was because of my age. At 10 years of age, I accepted things at face value because everything seems surreal and magical to a 10 year old girl anyway.
If I'd been an adult when this experience happened to me, my mind probably would have gone into denial mode and dismissed what I was witnessing, while knowing that if I ever told anyone of my experience, they would probably institutionalize me for a psychiatric assessment.
For that reason, if my 'death experience' had presented itself to me as an adult experience, I might be inclined to not ever talk about it... something like an adult seeing a flying saucer land in their backyard but being afraid to tell the authorities if tangible evidence no longer existed that a landing had actually occurred.
If a 10 year old girl calls the cops after seeing a flying saucer land in her back yard, they would dismiss her claims as being 'something imagined' from a science fiction movie she probably saw if no tangible evidence remained in her backyard when authorities arrived on the scene. But she wouldn't be institutionalized for an assessment! Her wild imaginings would just be dismissed as child's play!
To your question of "Has God changed my life?", the short answer is yes. The long answer is, I lost all sense of 'fear' after I had been re-united with my body through Devine Intervention, as my motionless body lie on the bottom of a sandy lakebed in shallow water where I had left it remaining trapped under that minibike before being escorted away from it after I had stopped breathing from drowning.
The very first thing I became aware of after I stood up on my own two feet as I stood there in 3 feet of lake water, but only after I'd been freed from under that motorized minibike through Devine Intervention, was my own physical body as I looked straight down the front of my dripping wet torso.
I didn't quite recognize my body's physical form, other than still remembering myself putting on the clothes I was wearing that morning before that incident had occurred.
I was a junior athlete in my school, meaning that I had been immersed into a swimming program by my parents prior to starting grade one and then continued with aquatics as a junior sports program, in addition to being introduced to junior gymnastics in that same capacity.
Consequently, at 10 years of age and now in the academic equivalent of grade 5 in school, I looked the part of a junior athlete after 5 full years of swimming and gymnastics training in my school's athletic program for youths.
As I looked down the front of my soaking wet body after I stood up from being submerged in the water for how long I didn't know, only then did I notice for the very first time those physical aspects of my body which would be consistent with a girl whom had been consistently physically active who's diet would be as lean and fat-free as she was.
Prior to my accident involving the motorized minibike, I hadn't really paid too much attention to my physical form because every girl I knew including my sisters, looked just like I did, so I never questioned my 'looks' in the mirror.
But then again, they too were involved in the same athletic programs I was in, which would give reason for their bodies to look very similar to that of my own!
Of course, I explain this description of myself to you now as an adult, but as a 10 year old girl, I did not yet think in the same terms I've just described to you about what I saw of myself as I looked down the front of my soaking wet torso with it's drenched summer clothing, wondering what had just happened, but remembering everything from the death experience itself.
As time progressed by only a couple of months, I began to lose the thought process that would be consistent with that of a 10 year old girl. No more toys, no more dolls, no more interest in anything of that nature, no more hatred of evil young boys either!
Where my interest became suddenly focused after my 'death experience', was in things like 'adult appearances', not kid appearances.
I suddenly began to notice adult clothing on store window mannequins when I'd ride my bicycle around town on my way to the town pool with my sisters on Saturdays, seeing myself as being the teenaged plastic mannequin in the window which was wearing cool shorts and tank tops and adult swimsuits, while suddenly losing all interest in clothes consistent with that of my own age.
Suddenly, I could somehow identify with what it must be like as a ripe old aged teenager of 18 years, to be wearing those shorts, tops and swimsuits because somehow, I'd developed an intuitive awareness of what that would be like emotionally and psychologically for me as a young woman.
Looking back on it now as an adult, I realize from my remembered experiences after that accident, that my psychological as well as emotional age had become rapidly advanced by 8 years immediately following that accident of which was obviously a grossly premature advancement in my conscious awareness, but I do believe that 8 year advancement was facilitated through an Act of Devine Intervention.
I appeared to have been put back onto my old body that I'd left on the lake bottom, to then have my life's energy restored back into my body, but with that restoration came an 8 year advancement to my psychological as well as emotional conscious awareness.
Did God screw up when He Intervened I wondered, or had God given me a gift?
All I knew was, I was no longer a 10 year old girl in a 10 year old girl's body with a 10 year old girl's mindset, I was now a 10 year old girl in a 10 year old's body but with an 18 year old teenaged girl's psychological perspective on life.
I'll let you catch up, so I'll stop for now!
