My shift was almost over and I was glad. It was 10:30 on a balmy Saturday night, and my long time partner Kevin and I had spent ten hours running 911 calls on people who didn’t require anything close to emergency medical attention. There was the lady seeking narcotics for back pain she had for three weeks, the homeless kid who just wanted a ride to the other side of the city, and the little old lady who was confused and needed help changing her husband’s diaper. We were both starving since we hadn’t had a moment to stop and eat throughout the entire day. When a break in radio traffic finally came, we decided to seize the moment of blessed silence by grabbing some Mexican food, popping a comedy into Kevin’s portable DVD player, and “posting” – a custom in the private ambulance business that entails sitting in a parking lot behind a retail business awaiting further assignment from dispatch.
Neither one of us wanted to move another inch that night, so I kicked off my combat boots, curled up in a ball on the passenger seat, and began inhaling my chicken burrito at record speed. With my knees against my chest, I used my navy blue reflective jacket as a make shift blanket and rolled up a towel for a pillow – fully ready to satiate my appetite and be mindlessly entertained by Hollywood’s latest for the duration of our shift. But fate had other plans for us. Only minutes after finally getting comfortable, our radio scanner crackled to life and dispatch assigned us to a motor vehicle accident just down the road. Kevin and I groaned in unison, snapped the DVD player shut, and threw the rest of our food into the trash before flipping on the lights and sirens and responding to a 911 call that would once again have me up close and personal with the beautiful energy and bloody splendor of death.
Arriving on scene, I noticed a brand new H2 stalled in the middle of the four-lane intersection. It was flashy white with chrome detailing, and my well-trained eyes rapidly scanned it for shattered glass, deployed airbags, or bodies inside. I didn’t see anything except a broken headlight and minor damage to the body and grill. “Not too bad,” I thought to myself, “But what did it hit?” Just then the little hairs on the back of my neck stood up as my eyes trailed behind the Hummer. I saw a massive debris field of shattered glass and car parts littering the opposite side of the road.
“Oh shit, this isn’t good,” Kevin said as the magnitude of the wreck began to dawn on us. “Are you ready? This one is legit,” he said while skillfully positioning the ambulance next to a fire truck already parked on scene. Kevin was a mountain of a man at 6’5 and 250 pounds and his demeanor and large presence always anchored me on traumatic calls. He was an EMS veteran who had put in his time, and there wasn’t much that could faze him anymore. His grounded nature made me feel safe and I always knew he had my back no matter how crazy the situation became.
Down a small embankment, about a hundred yards from where the H2 sat, was a totaled Honda Civic. Barely resembling a car anymore, the driver side was crushed and crumpled into a small, smoking hunk of black metal. My immediate thought was, “There is absolutely no way anyone is alive in there,” but firefighters and police scrambled around the scene like chickens with their heads cut off yelling at each other for proper gear and apparatus. The fact that they weren’t their typically calm and collected selves gave me a heads-up that shit was about to get REAL – and fast.
“Let’s go Kevin. We got this.” I said eagerly while opening the ambulance door. “Right behind you baby girl,” his deep voice replied without missing a beat.
As I jumped out of the ambulance, my perspective of time and space abruptly shifted. Every sensory detail was enlivened with crystalline clarity as though I’d stepped into a scene from The Matrix. A loud thud reverberated across the pavement as my tiny feet hit the ground, and I turned to absorb the sensory information spewing from the scene in front of me. Thick scents of burning plastic, gasoline, and coagulated blood permeated the warm summer air while angry orange sparks flew in slow motion off a firefighter’s saw as he worked feverishly to open the crushed door of the civic. More firefighters hollered for equipment, flashlights frantically shone down into the car, and shell-shocked bystanders cringed from the sidelines. Despite it all, I heard nothing but my breath as I walked toward the shattered vehicle. With my heart pounding in my chest and adrenaline dumping into my system, I braced myself for the crumpled mess of a body that was about to become my patient.
Taylor was a bright, beautiful eighteen-year-old college student with her whole life ahead of her on the night of that collision. According to the police on scene, she had been turning left through the intersection when a heavily intoxicated twenty-year-old driving his dad’s brand new Hummer ran a red light, T-boning her car at over 50 m.p.h. Amazingly, she hadn’t been killed instantly and was still clinging to life when we arrived. The collision had snapped both her femurs and crushed her legs. She had been wearing her seatbelt, but the impact was so severe that her torso had been thrown between the seats, landing her head on the back passenger side seat while her bottom half remained pinned under the steering column on the driver’s side.
As I approached Taylor, my clairvoyant vision and empathic abilities were in overdrive, and I was bombarded with every sensory detail of the scene simultaneously. My body felt like it was stuffed with cotton – light, open, and hugely aware as though there were no longer any boundaries between where my skin ended and the energy of the Universe began. From the sticky bead of sweat dripping down the fire captain’s cheek to the intensity of the cop giving the driver of the Hummer a sobriety test across the road to Taylor’s wide-open, emerald eyes in front of me, everything became apparent at the same time. While my perception was as slow as dripping molasses, my hands and body worked with dialed precision. It was as though I intuitively knew exactly what actions to take and what was coming next. The calming energy of my expanded state grounded me and relaxed my body as I worked on my patient.
Taylor was staring straight ahead at the roof of the car as her delicate mouth gasped shallow, broken guppy breaths. Bright red blood streamed from her forehead and her skin was pasty white from shock. Even in her current state, her youth and beauty struck me as I reached out to her with a bag valve mask to assist her breathing. Firefighters had secured the car but were still working on extrication so I had to work on her body through the tiny opening of a shattered back window. Holding her crushed head in my hands, I applied a cervical collar to her neck to immobilize her spine and suctioned the blood from her mouth.
Kevin was right behind me handing me every tool I needed as I worked on inserting a breathing tube into Taylor’s mouth. Her body had a weak pulse, but she wasn’t breathing effectively so we needed to control her respirations. Access was difficult, but we managed the best we could until I suddenly began to feel the presence of Taylor’s soul moving away from her body. As plainly as the crushed car and broken body in front of me, I saw her sweet young spirit hovering two feet above and to the right of us. A thin spider-web-like chord ran from her spirit to her physical form, connecting to it just below her breastbone. Wide-eyed and confused, her soul clearly couldn’t register what was happening to her body. Her spirit shook its head in disbelief as she watched me repeatedly squeeze the bag valve to pump air into her limp form.
Using the Jaws of Life, firefighters finally pulled the driver’s side door off and began freeing Taylor from the wreckage. Just then I watched as a bright light appeared behind her soul. It started like a few fireflies dancing together at dusk and then spread into a shimmering light of cobalt blue and white as a massive Celestial angel appeared behind her spirit. At least ten feet tall, the angel emanated a calm, soothing love and its powerful presence expanded outwardly, blanketing the chaotic scene in a tranquil silence. Through my clairvoyant vision, I watched in reverent awe as Taylor’s spirit turned away from the chaotic scene and toward the angel, her face slowly softening into acceptance as the angel wrapped its arms around her. The two sprits began merging into one brilliant light just as the firefighters freed Taylor’s legs from the wreckage. The pressure of the steering column had been keeping her system intact. Once removed, her blood pressure plummeted and her heart suddenly stopped beating. My hands never stopped working on her physical body even though I knew what was coming. In one brilliant flash the angel and beautiful young girl became a blinding white light and disappeared together from my view. As suddenly as they were there, they were gone taking the expanded energy of the scene with them…
In these sessions, Sarah combines her extensive Paramedic background with her keen intuition and clairvoyance to intuitively scan the client’s body for areas of imbalance. Through gentle touch and effective communication, the client’s physical and auric bodies are then energetically realigned toward optimum health. Often times, Sarah is able to explain the connection of the energy to an emotion or event causing the illness – which she then relays to the client so that they may work together to transmute that energy and facilitate healing at the core level.
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