About 25 years ago, I was playing in a basketball game at Fort Belvoir, VA. In the heat of hustling for a loose ball, I received a stab in the eye from another player. There was an extraordinary flash of light, as in an explosion. Suddenly I was in a twilight zone; everything was slow motion as I fell to the floor. I don’t recall feeling the pain right off, but as the reality of what happened set in, I found myself in agony, with the team all huddled over me. I opened the eye but could see nothing; blood had filled it completely and was dripping down my face. I was gathered up and rushed over to the hospital.
After an array of examinations to determine the extent of the damage, the eye specialist advised that I needed surgery. But the surgery would have to wait until the swelling subsided. About 10 days later I had the surgery, and had to wear a patch over the eye for about a month. When the doctor took off the bandage and I opened my eye, there was only a blur. It was still blood red. The doctor said things should clear up over time. I also had double vision; I saw two of everything in a diagonal pattern high on the left and low on the right. The doctor said it would get better over time, and once it stabilized, another surgery could be done to make the final correction.
Things progressed for about six months. The eye cleared up and the diagonal double got closer and closer together. It appeared to stabilize at about 70 percent. The doctor gave me glasses with a prism that corrected the vision to at least 99 percent. Eventually I went back to the specialist to discuss surgery to do the final alignment. I was advised that the surgery would improve my current vision; but it wasn’t likely to correct it completely. The estimate was about 90 to 95 percent; hence, I would still need glasses. So, I declined the surgery.
Now, twenty five years later, the diagonal double vision is gone. Now the double vision is vertical. I look in the mirror and see two faces, one above the other. It reminds me of Saint Germain’s depiction of the “I AM” Presence, a shining Higher Self overshadowing the lower self. It reminds me to view all others in the same way. No matter their lower nature, I can always see their Higher Nature. And when I speak to them, I speak to the Higher Nature. What appeared long ago to be a tragedy has turned out to be a blessing, for which I am ever grateful.
Love and Light.