Few things give me as much personal comfort than being able to project my consciousness apart from my physical self. It reinforces the notion that I am and that we are all, more than our bodies, and that death is simply a transition to another state.
There are many people who can voluntarily leave their physical selves, for others, much effort is required.
Throughout my life I have gone back and forth between ease and difficulty. Amusingly, or not, when I was in my 20's, OBE's were more regular, but I had more trepidation and less knowledge. Now that I am eagerly encouraging them, I find them far too rare. But I am working on it.
However, I had a super experience Wednesday night before Thanksgiving. I was very tired as I have been preparing for a big crowd to feed at my home for the holiday. I went to bed about 1am and my body was sore and my feet were throbbing. I was mentally tired too, but as I lay my head on my pillow I found to my surprise I was wide awake. I wondered about this. I asked myself if I was somehow nervous or apprehensive about the next day's activities, but I really honestly was not. It was almost as if I had drank coffee too late in the evening, but that had not happened, so I just lay still for a time thinking how little sleep was in front of me and how tired I was.
I really needed SLEEP as I was planning on getting up at about 4 for more cooking. I had just begun a progressive relaxation for my body and was at my ankles when I heard a gunshot type sound in my head.
"Well, COOL" thought I. "Sleep be damned. Perhaps I can have an OBE" I was still awake, and knew, from my extensive reading on the subject, that some people hear a loud bang or gunshot type noise as their astral body separates from their physical body.
Even though I had never experienced that noise before an OBE before, I knew about it and just opened myself up and waited to see what would happen next. I still at that moment, after the gunshot, felt like I was normally laying in bed. But then, the familiar vibrations started. Up and down my body, but they were not as *strong* as I had felt in the past. Only one time up and one time down and I sat up astrally out of my body and stood next to my bed.
I didn't turn around to look at my physical 3D body as I know that can fling me back into it, and I didn't want to risk wasting the opportunity to explore. I asked myself what I should do now that I am out? I was still in my bedroom looking around and the thought occurred to me that I had not before in any OBE examined physical things closely, so I decided to do that. I started by looking at my closet door. I could touch the outside of it, but I could also pass my hand and whole self through it. I spent quite a bit of time absorbing and studying the layers of the door, its texture and resistance.
I then walked over and looked briefly at my husband and one of my dogs who were sound asleep. I turned to stand before our big bedroom window and began to examine the glass as I had the closet door. I could touch the outside of the glass, as I could the door, but I could also pass my hand through it. I compared the two experiences of texture and substance in my mind. The glass seemed to be made more of larger and more "slippery" plates or sections. The wood door was honeycomb-like and rough.
I then slipped through the glass and was in my backyard. I looked at my sleeping chickens and then flew up into the dark night sky. I saw the lake towards Austin and flew around a bit.
At that point I thought I better have another goal as long as I was out of my body. I was very aware and utterly conscious. I then thought I would like more than anything to see my brother Randy, who died in
1989. I set that intent, but... nothing seemed to happen. I then thought, "Well, who ELSE can I talk to?"
I flew around in the darkness and decided to look for "light". I saw some eventually towards the ground and came down to a place that was obviously daytime and a young gal who was carrying books and going up to what might have been a library. I approached her and asked her if she would speak with me. She said "Sure." I started out by asking her name. She said no one in that place needs or uses names. Other people started to appear. They seemed like they were helpful and waited for me to ask more questions, but did not offer information or conversation. They all had very kind eyes and sort of waited for ME to direct the interaction.
Just as I was considering what sort of questions to ask, I found myself back in my body.
This was only the third time "out" for me in 2008. I will keep up my attempts, to be sure.
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