I can certainly vouch for that, too katydid.
I had a major car accident in 1980. I was driving late at night, with both my (then) small children asleep in the back seat, through a remote area, when I swerved to miss a kangaroo on the road in front of me - true story!! The car rolled twice, and while it was rolling - which seemed to take forever - I can remember thinking: "I do want to live. I do. I've actually changed my mind. Is that OK?" At the time, I was experiencing a Chiron opposition, and tr Uranus was conj natal Chiron in Scorpio.
The car fortuitously landed on its wheels, I was able to drive it away (although perhaps I should not have, but what was one to do?) and eventually found a light on at a house, where the people took me in, allowed me to use their phone, and the wife even tended to my smallest child's facial cuts.
Leading up to that event I had been quite ambivalent about being alive. I believe that I was given a moment of `choice', and I consciously made that choice. Had my children not been with me things may have been different.
Wow. I shudder to think about it.
It really hits me when you speak of that moment 'seeming to take forever.'
I have had 3 moments like that, all 3 very very close brushes with my demise. And with each , time seemed to almost stand still. It was almost like watching a video, but at super slow speed, and I felt removed from the situation, even though I was on the very edge of certain death. It was very surreal.
My most recent was also a car accident, and I was also having Uranus transit. Uranus was in Aquarius, in my 10th, conjunct my NN, and opposing
Pluto. It was actually forming an exact grand square with Mercury/Jupiter and Pluto.
It was pouring down rain, and it came on all of a sudden, while I was on the busy 101 Fwy in Ventura, California. I was driving, and my daughter , who was then about 10, was sitting in the back. We came around a corner, heading down a hill, and I was surrounded by a lot of fast moving traffic
on all sides. I wanted to slow down, but everyone else was still speeding along. As I began going down the hill, I lightly tapped the brakes in an effort to slow the car. BAD MOVE.
In an instant, I was fish tailing, at about 55 mph, and had NO control of the
car at all. Time stood still. The car was almost driving itself as there was no traction and no control from the steering wheel. Like a slow video action movie, we SLID SIDEWAYS, through 4 lanes of rush hour traffic, and the car
did a 180, eventually facing oncoming traffic, but stopped , against the furthest guardrail. Noone was hurt, not even the car. After we stopped crying and shaking, we started up the car and were on our way.
While we were sliding sideways, out of control,through the speeding freeway traffic, seemingly in slow motion, I wondered if this was it, THE moment, but I turned to see my girl screaming like the boy in HOME ALONE, and I just KNEW we could not die, or even be mangled right then. I feel in my soul that I WILLED it to stop, and to be okay. I felt almost detached, but above it somehow. It was very Uranian in a way. And for days afterwards I thought about how it was just a matter of inches each way that kept us safe. There were cars all around us, yet we managed to cross 4 lanes of freeway traffic,
without being touched, or making anyone else lose control either.
I began making an effort to get the whole family to church on Sundays from then on. Well, for awhile anyway.