I had a very similar experience once when my life was in peril, not from an attack but from a strange near-accident. My mind opened into what appeared to be a seemingly different dimension that could only be described by the word LOVE. There were/are no other words to describe what I experienced. I wish I could say that this long-ago experience has guided my every waking minute since then, but it has not. Still, it has left me with a greater sense of trust and ease and a peaceful supposing that death just might not be such a fearful thing. If it turns out to be a passage from this reality into one like the one I glimpsed, I could welcome it!

Totally agree. People who are perpetually late are people who do not care or want attention (a grand entrance). It should not be encouraged. I had an ex husband like that whereas I had to drive 20 miles to meet him half way in order to share custody, hand off exchange with my son. He was always late. So one time I just left, we both drove out of our way for nothing and he had our son for another week. So the next time and there after he was always on time.