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I wasn’t dying (although at that time I thought I was) and I wasn’t exactly “calling for” my mother. Here is what happened:
During the kargil war we had entered an enemy village and after a while found ourselves encircled in a trench.
“We started to leave the trench in small groups of 2 or 3 while the remaining soldiers shot cover fire.
I was in the last group to leave. When I jumped out of the trench I ran over the first dead body just a couple of feet away. I ran maybe 10 meters before I fell to the ground and started crawling. There were bullets everywhere. A friend of mine crawled just in front of me and I saw how some tracer bullets were hitting the tarmac just inches away from him. Another soldier behind me got hit in the leg and started screaming.”
When I was lying there on the ground, under a hail of bullets, the word “mother” escaped my mouth. Just like that. It wasn’t an exclamation or a cry for help, I just calmly uttered the word “mother”. At this moment, for the flash of a second, I thought ”Where did that come from?” and then the thought passed away: I was too busy trying to survive.
Later on I had ample time to think about this moment and what I felt. This was an archaic moment, totally unconscious and it came from some region of the brain where we don’t have access to and which under normal circumstances lies hidden and suppressed.
I don’t even think that I was addressing or thinking of my mother as a particular person (I used to call my mother with her first name and not with “mother” or “mum” or something), but that the word “mother” referred to a more universal principle: The beginning of life.
Our lives begin with our mothers giving birth to us and on the day when I thought that my life was over, my mind circled back to where it all had begun.
The whole story of what happened on that day:
I’m going to try to answer in a roundabout way because I’ve never been a soldier dying on a battlefield. But I’ve had two experiences that lead me to believe that what I experienced is related to what the dying soldiers are experiencing:
I was present when my father was in his last moments before passing. He was in delirium and was screaming for my mother about every five seconds. This went on for what seemed like forever.
Then I heard, “Mama?? Maaa-ma??”
I’d read about NDE’s and how people in their last moments see deceased relatives, usually mothers appe
I’ve done it.
Not while dying, but when in extreme *extreme* pain. The pain (from cellulitis) was so intense that even the lightest touch, or a breeze of air would cause me to almost lose consciousness. During one such interlude when I was coming to understand that pain of such levels could *indeed* induce insanity, I heard myself calling out for Mama. As so many others have said, it wells from a place submerged, inaccessible to the normal waking mind, but present when the “humanity layer” is ripped away.
Then there’s the pain that is your body screaming ‘I’m being destroyed!’ … I call it ‘Death Pain’ and it is something you very seldom actually experience, short of dying. Giving birth, agonizing as it is, kidney stones, gallstones, as horrendous as they are, are not this kind of pain. This is cancer pain. Death pain. Tissue destruction pain.”
It is also the kind of pain that causes one to descend into that space and call out “Mother!!” because it goes to the center, to the ending of life. I’ve been there and do NOT want to feel that ever again.
"And i know somewhere in time, she is waiting and she is smiling".