Emily's wedding

Its time for another posting.  I do seem to have re-started up dating on this blog.  Between this post and the last one. The High Holy Days have come and gone and so has Emily's wedding. High Holy Days first, this were OK/Good I enjoyed being a congregant at FPS and am now used to the Liberal HHD liturgy so all in all not bad.

I made a brief visit home. And will probably be going again this coming weekend. But the big thing that has happened between this blog entry and its predecessor is Emily and Renee's Wedding which was a lovely day. I conducted it, it was the first wedding I've ever done, I had a co-celebrant which was good because I was very very nervous maybe even more nervous than the brides themselves.

Emily brought me a new suit for the day so I looked very dapper even if I do say so my self.
They put so much thought into the day, which really showed in how unbelievably wonderful the whole day was, the booklets were stunning and the Harry Potter theme worked really really well. (I've kept both the booklet and my wand as a momento of the day.)


 I'm still doing (or more accurately trying to) teach some classes at FPS it was only meant to be three classes but even so health wise I've had to re-schedule a couple of times if I'm just not well enough on the day. Again still talmuding with both Tina and Francesca and that I think brings us up to date.

Another near death experience.

Earlier in this blog I wrote about a near death experience from when I was very sick.

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This happened at about the same time. Again I woke at night and although I was still in the ward, I had a visitor. An old friend, who died a long time ago. She was sitting by my bedside legs tucked underneath herself and reading in a pool of light cast by my bedside lamp. 

It was odd to find a visiter at night (basically unheard of) but as I could tell at once that it was the kind of waking I wasn't going to fall back asleep from a visitor was welcome.

We made polite and friendly conversation for a while. Before she asked 'Adam you do remember I'm dead right?'

To which I replied. 'Yes, [Name] I remember I came to your funeral.  But it seem rude to comment on it and unnecessary. Unless you didn't know in which case I didn't want to be the bearer of bad news'.

Understandably she burst out laughing and said. 'Oh Adam that's the most 'Adam-ish' think you've ever said. You're also taking this very calmly.'

To which I replied, 'Well I'm a little concerned that you've come to escort me to 'the other side, but you'd be a surprising choice. But I think you're probably a manifestation of my unconscious, probably my id. So I am in effect talking to myself'. 

She stopped laughing and said. 'Your id, wow that's rude'. 

After a pause I asked have I caught glimpses of you on earlier occasions? Although nothing as tangible as this?

She responded, 'I have paid the occasional visit, but I can't say if you saw me or not'.

After that she said that I should go back to sleep because I needed my rest. And in the morning when I woke up she'd gone.

As I said when I wrote about my other near-death experience. My memories from this time are very patchy to say the least. Tiny fragments here and there, and I also know from reports that I was hallucinating at this time as well. Interestingly enough I have memories of those hallucinations but try not to 'visit' them to often because they're unpleasant and I don't want to reinforce them.

This experience feels different.