Journal entries relating to "anne strieber"
Thursday, January 8, 2015
I am sitting here in Anne's hospital room reflecting on the forty-five years of our marriage and all she has accomplished and all she has given. She lies beside me sleeping. Mostly now, that's what she does. Her body is in need of profound healing, and sleep is a natural response to the trauma of the stroke she recently sustained. Later, she will...
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Over the past twenty-four hours, something beautiful has happened to myself and my wife. It must have started sometime after nine last night. We first noticed it at close to one this morning.
Anne had gone to bed around nine. I was sitting up as I usually do. When I last looked at the clock, it was around ten thirty. Suddenly Anne appeared in...
Monday, July 8, 2013
Back on May 1, Anne had surgery to remove what was thought to be a benign tumor called a meningioma from the area in her brain where her bleed had taken place in 2004. We were dismayed to be given a far more serious diagnosis once the doctors could actually do studies of the tumor. She has a very, very dangerous cancer called a glioblastoma...
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Anne and I have had quite an interesting time recently, with regard to anomalous experiences. She is becoming a sort of communicator. Not exactly a psychic, but rather somebody who initiates needed action at the right moment.
It started a few weeks ago when we had an apparent missing time experience while out walking. I believe that I've reported...
Saturday, November 13, 2004
Yesterday, Anne woke up. I mean this in a profound way, new for me, that is unlike anything I have ever seen before. Well, not quite: I remember a few years ago when my sister woke up like this.
One moment, the eyes are there, but they are just eyes. The next, something glistens from within, and you see it: the soul has returned to the surface of...
Saturday, November 6, 2004
Saturday, October 18 was the most terrible day my wife and I have ever known. It started out as a lovely and very normal day. We went to a movie, then watched a baseball game with our son. At about nine, we went home. On the way, Anne suddenly said, "I have so many wonderful memories of my marriage."
I was rather surprised--not that she had good...