Lewis Philips Signature Books - Book 1 - Past Present Future, Book 2 - Image of the Past by Lewis Philips - HTML preview

Epilogue

UNTOLD   STORY

April   1996....

As time passes shaping our future; memory creates our present.
One past occurrence shaped and created the writer Lewis Philips. His story is told through antidotes in his Signature books - Past Present Future and Image of the Past. Most of these stories are based on things that have happened or will occur in the future. Although, one event not mentioned in his books relate to the books’ premise that describes a journey to deliver and save "The Scroll." On a day in April 96' a strange incident set off a chain reaction, starting from a phone call the night before at 7.00pm.

 That news would describe how a young lad, a mate's son was involved in a car accident. He was riding his friend’s push bike without brakes, down a steep hill on the wrong side of danger as a van turned into Pakenham Street, Aroona, causing a high speed impact, sending Jay smashing into the windscreen. Sirens could be heard from the author’s home one street away as Ambulance, Police and Emergency Services arrived. 

He was rushed to Nambour Hospital, and moved quickly to intensive care and placed on life support. His injuries were critical, and his parents were informed his chance of survival was dependent on emergency surgery, but there was no surgeon capable of performing the operation at Nambour Hospital. His injuries were such, that he could not be moved to Brisbane's major hospital Royal Brisbane. 
That day, the author, while staying overnight on a business trip in Toowoomba, continued to receive news of Jay’s condition. Through a restless night's sleep, the author’s thoughts were positive that a strong young lad could beat the odds. He knew he was in good hands with doctors doing all they could for him. A phone call in the morning informed him that Jay would undergo a major operation, if successful, could save his young life. 

The author known in business and with his customers as Phil the calendar man, would finish seeing his clients in Toowoomba, then drive two and half hours over to the Sunshine Coast north of Brisbane past the Glass House mountains. By late afternoon, he was ready to drive back home, first heading west, and then North West followed by a sharp right-hand turn at Yarraman... That was Phil's shortcut home to the coast. Even though, Toowoomba was the largest inland City in Queensland, perched high on the range positioned on red soil, and on an extinct volcanic crater. From the suburb Highlands, you could see the range road leading east to the coast, and was the route most travellers followed to travel across west or east.

But he headed west turning right to Kingsthorpe and on to Goombungee then a left turn to Quinalow, Maclagan and Cooyar. He continued his last leg of winding roads and steep descent from the mountain range left, in the distance. His thoughts wandered of Jay while concentrating on driving and hope of a good recovery from his injuries. One more dip in the road then it was almost a straight road to Yarraman. The only intersection coming up was one minute away, with thoughts of Jay, tears welled up. At that time, he thought of old school days, when it was said that God is omnipotent, omnipresent and something else. Those teachings were long forgotten and ignored as church dogma.

 He then started to whisperer a few words; “May the healing spirit of God rest upon you." Visualising Jay on his hospital bed, that's all he could do. However, something unexpected was about to happen as he drove towards the intersection he had passed many times before without incident. A red sedan was now speeding into the junction from left field. Drivers on the main road had right of way. Furthermore, there was a give way sign, should there be any confusion. With blurred vision, thinking of Jay and one moment to impact he braked allowing a speeding sedan to just pass without crashing.

 A few choice words were said. Then he started to focus on what was more important, to keep Jay in his thoughts and continued whispering those words. Now settled after such a close call, he was ready to pass, but then he noticed what the number plate read; JAY16. His thoughts were, "this could be an omen, if I overtake and leave this sign behind, would I be abandoning Jay.” Now, was this convergence creating something that could not be comprehended? So he decided to follow and not overtake and keep repeating the words whispered over and over again until the vehicle turned or stopped. Neither happened. Approaching the town of Yarraman the vehicle continued as he turned right to the coast.

 On arriving back home, he explained what happened on the road to Yarraman to his wife, Betty. He then asked one question.“How old is Jay?” to which she answered  “fifteen.” "Well”, Phil said, “he'll make it to his 16th birthday”. Laying down Phil explained to her, what had happened, and that's when the image was seen within the painting now called "The Scroll.? The words now part of the scroll was expanded over time. He settled on the final words of the mantra based on number 23; twenty three letters in the first line, twenty three words in total. Readers may think that there are errors in typing, but the zeros are there for a purpose that relates to the author's books.

They called in on Jay in the hospital a few days later. He was in good spirits sitting up in bed and greeted them with a smile. As with everyone who has an operation, they like to show their battle scars, Jay was no exception. His wound looked like it was almost healed without infection.

Considering the chain of events that resulted in Jay's recovery, that is, paramedics being first on the scène, and having a top surgeon flown by helicopter from Royal Brisbane to Nambour Hospital. Without that helicopter flight, Jay’s chances for survival may well have been a different story. Thanks should be given for our hospital system, not perfect, but when put to the test Australia’s free health care for all went beyond the call of duty.  God bless the surgeons and nurses. And he thanks God for a guiding hand in Jay's recovery.   

All things are linked together

Through cause and effect

There is no such thing

 As an accident

 ~ Svami Prajnanpad