In October 1993 I stayed here with my 2 sons and boyfriend. We sat on the rock outcrop by the beach, the boys were fishing, I was reading a book. With a clarity that scared me a voice said into my right ear *You have to save a child from drowning*, I use astirix as the voice had no gender, no essential sound, yet it spoke into my right ear, like right next to me. I sat bolt upright not understanding where this voice had come from, I looked around, no one near. My boyfriend (& sons, left of me) looked at me and asked "What's wrong". The *voice* said the same thing again, verbatim. I just looked at my boyfriend and repeated what it told me "I have to save a child from drowning". To be fair I bet I looked startled so I can't blame the reactions. He called me every crazy bitch under the sun, in front of my children, as I refused to move from the beach and scanned the sea looking for the child in trouble. I knew whatever it was meant it, I couldn't ignore it. I was too scared of it to ignore it. I sat for hours looking at all the little heads waiting to see a hand in need... and nothing. All this time being ridiculed. As it drew in people left and the sea was quiet, I left feeling a fool. I didn't understand how I could have that happen, I know it was real, then have nothing happen. I went back to our apartment. Poured a large glass and contemplated the demise of our relationship. He thought I was a complete lune. I didn't understand it myself. I went to the balcony and looked out to the sea then looked at the pond below to the left. The nappy in the pond. No nappy should be in the pond. You have no idea how scared I was. I started shouting child in the pond as I raced down the stairs. By the time I got there he had been retrieved. I quietly went back to my apartment and shook. My boyfriend and sons returned. First thing b/f did was mock and ask if I'd saved any kids in the meantime. So I told him. He called me every crazy bitch again. The atmosphere was awful. The following day we were on the beach, some people walked over, it was the family of the boy. They gave me a beautiful bracelet to say thank you for saving their son. I didn't need calling crazy again so I just said thank you, I felt bad accepting it though. My b/f's face was a picture. We split shortly after, he was totally spooked. So Zak or Zack from England, your near drowning here in 1993 was life changing for me too.
Thank you, Francisco. I appreciate you haven't mocked or derided. I have been scared for many years to repeat exactly what happened, like acknowledging it openly may make it happen again (the voice, not drowning children), not that saving a child is a bad thing, but a voice from nowhere is scary beyond belief, then for it to come true just made me feel completely vulnerable to things I knew I couldn't control. I was incredulous too. I wondered why it told me - I'd not leave a child drowning. Maybe without the argument of the voice we would have happily returned to our apartment either earlier or later and maybe gone out for an evening meal or such and missed the child completely until it was too late. All the hows? why? whats? made my head spin. Still does. I wish I had answers, but have none. Mojacar and Pueblo Indalo are the key. Tis a magical place, wish I was brave enough to return.
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In October 1993 I stayed here with my 2 sons and boyfriend.
We sat on the rock outcrop by the beach, the boys were fishing, I was reading a book. With a clarity that scared me a voice said into my right ear *You have to save a child from drowning*, I use astirix as the voice had no gender, no essential sound, yet it spoke into my right ear, like right next to me.
I sat bolt upright not understanding where this voice had come from, I looked around, no one near. My boyfriend (& sons, left of me) looked at me and asked "What's wrong". The *voice* said the same thing again, verbatim. I just looked at my boyfriend and repeated what it told me "I have to save a child from drowning". To be fair I bet I looked startled so I can't blame the reactions.
He called me every crazy bitch under the sun, in front of my children, as I refused to move from the beach and scanned the sea looking for the child in trouble. I knew whatever it was meant it, I couldn't ignore it. I was too scared of it to ignore it.
I sat for hours looking at all the little heads waiting to see a hand in need... and nothing. All this time being ridiculed.
As it drew in people left and the sea was quiet, I left feeling a fool. I didn't understand how I could have that happen, I know it was real, then have nothing happen.
I went back to our apartment. Poured a large glass and contemplated the demise of our relationship. He thought I was a complete lune. I didn't understand it myself.
I went to the balcony and looked out to the sea then looked at the pond below to the left. The nappy in the pond. No nappy should be in the pond.
You have no idea how scared I was. I started shouting child in the pond as I raced down the stairs. By the time I got there he had been retrieved. I quietly went back to my apartment and shook.
My boyfriend and sons returned. First thing b/f did was mock and ask if I'd saved any kids in the meantime. So I told him. He called me every crazy bitch again. The atmosphere was awful.
The following day we were on the beach, some people walked over, it was the family of the boy. They gave me a beautiful bracelet to say thank you for saving their son. I didn't need calling crazy again so I just said thank you, I felt bad accepting it though.
My b/f's face was a picture. We split shortly after, he was totally spooked.
So Zak or Zack from England, your near drowning here in 1993 was life changing for me too.
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Thank you, Francisco. I appreciate you haven't mocked or derided.
I have been scared for many years to repeat exactly what happened, like acknowledging it openly may make it happen again (the voice, not drowning children), not that saving a child is a bad thing, but a voice from nowhere is scary beyond belief, then for it to come true just made me feel completely vulnerable to things I knew I couldn't control. I was incredulous too.
I wondered why it told me - I'd not leave a child drowning. Maybe without the argument of the voice we would have happily returned to our apartment either earlier or later and maybe gone out for an evening meal or such and missed the child completely until it was too late.
All the hows? why? whats? made my head spin. Still does.
I wish I had answers, but have none.
Mojacar and Pueblo Indalo are the key.
Tis a magical place, wish I was brave enough to return.
Creo que haría bien en volver y encarar la realidad
Meredith Brewster your ex boyfriend is a bitch. FUCK HIM
u r so lucky u stayed there.. i wish to visist the European villages
What's with that gay music