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From: Luke
Date: 7/29/2004
Time: 7:51:47 PM
Remote Name: 62.252.192.6
It's a funny thing. I was on the indy. But I died on the 2nd morning. I got bit by a shark just before dawn of the second morning. I remember loosing my friend on the second night. And I got bit in the early hours of the second night. I remember joining a group and father Conway was talking to me. Then he went. I remember the dawn comming and men around me talking to me telling me to hold on. Then I remember looking above my body and seeing - don't ask me how - but seeing sharks convergong on my body - then a cool crisp feeling of dying but knowing everything was gonna be allright - then everything seemed to get brighter and calmer then I realised that I was out of pain. Then it was just a bright light. The next thing I remember is that as a kid I used to have the most horrible nightmares. And I can remember my dad telling me about sharks. Drawing me pictures of sharks as probably a lot of dad's do with their kids. And I remember the most frightening flashbacks. There's far more to it than this quick account. When I was 8 I saw 'Jaws' for the first time - and don't really recall the Indy story having much of an impact consciously. But I do remember the impact of that girl from the opening of the film and her screams. Later I found a book whilst on holiday called 'Killer Sharks' by a guy called Brad Matthews ( a pen name I later discovered). But the novellist's account of dates seemed innacurate. As I grew up my flashbacks got stronger and the name Conway kept echoing in my mind without me knowing why. In 95 I gopt a copy of Dan Kurzmannz 'Abandon Ship ' and found a crew list of the Indy - and was shocked (my poor little conscious mind) to find there was a chaplain on the Indy called Conway. I believe I was there back in 45 and have spent the last ten years accepting this experience. Is there anybody else out there who can relate to this experience. Not in any sensationalist 'Jaws' way but anyone who can relate to this in a mature, touchstone, mentally stable way? I imagine that a lot of people will think I'm crazy but surely somebody somewhere out there will have had something happen to them that has drawn them to this event and having left them with questions, and maybe some wierd answers, will be looking for someone who might be able to match them, or at least humour them - if only tentatively. I am a happilly married man with children, yet my own 'memories' go back to my childhood in the early seventies, and Ihave never been able to shake my 'memories'. Is there any one else out there who has felt/had similar experiences? I am totally serious with this post so would appreciate only serious responses, with some basis in factual or experiental truth. No doubt those that consider this a pile of b s will ignore me or pour scorn. But for those of you who don't I will appreciate your time and your thoughts and feelings.