Chanting in a large group

 June 23, 2022, early morning-

I woke up last night and had a bit of trouble getting back to sleep. I decided to try an internal chant, Om Namah Shivaya. Usually, when I do this I just fall asleep which was what I intended. This time was different. 

After a few repetitions, I heard other voices joining in. I kept on going and thought that I wanted this energy to go out to everyone I knew. It grew stronger, and even more, voices joined. It wasn't really anything like an OOBE sensation, but it was a general hum in the background while the chanting continued. 

Then I heard a slight variation in the chant from the other voices. I don't remember exactly what it was, but it also had Om, and Shivaya included. I see from Google, that Om Shivaya Namaha is a known variation. I need a tape recorder for my mind. The “Namaha” sounds right. It is the way these were combined that I really can't remember. It was very powerful. 

And, as the multitude of voices were chanting, I felt as if my arms were moving in a certain way. I am sure that means something, but I haven’t found anything online about it yet. 

I don't know how long the chanting lasted. In the end, I turned to my right, and my first wife was there. Just a slight bit of background, our marriage ended on more or less friendly terms, although it ended because she wanted it to end. Over the years, I have had a new perspective of those times, and a new understanding of her reasons to end us. And I have tried to keep in touch if doing that every ten years is keeping in touch. 

So, it was interesting to me that she was there, of all people. She had never talked to me before about her role in our separation. Now, she told me she was sorry, and that she had not handled things very well. I said that we were both there, and I was sure we both could have handled it better than we had. 

This seems strange to me to add here, but that it happened at the close of the chanting, made it seem important. I had forgiven her back then after she had told me what had been going on with her. This moment at the end of the chanting seemed to mean that we both had taken some responsibility for our ending, and had forgiven each other. 

A return to OOBEs with a difference (May 13,2022)

 Last night (between 11:00 and 11:20 pm, early for my usual times) was my first somewhat prolonged out-of-body experience in several years.

 

I had felt a bit different than usual, in the initial stages of rest after laying down for the night. I slept briefly. I woke up and turned over. I felt an extra awareness I can't really describe. Like knowing something was going to happen. I mentally repeated one of the mantras I know from a while ago. I synced that mantra to my breathing. I felt a growing awareness of energy in my head. This grew to a point it enveloped my body. If this had been the first time I had something like this happen to me, related to OOBEs, I never would have described the experience as starting with “vibrations.”

 

This was so not that. Think of the vibrations as equivalent to feeling a propeller-driven plane starting up; rough at first but evening out to an almost smooth feeling. This, on the other hand, was more like a jet engine starting; smooth and a different sense of the possible power.

 

As I got used to that difference, I “saw” my right hand. It was a yellowish-orange color, and as I looked at it, I concentrated on feeling the power and saw a plasma-like energy form in my palm. I remember thinking just how different this time was starting than the usual experiences I have had. Then again, each one has slight differences. As I was considering this, the sensation dropped away.

 

I had a brief break, and it started up again a bit stronger. This time, I lifted out quickly. In the past, my “trips” happened with my feeling I was on my back, and I turned over just at the end to approach wherever it was I was trying to get to. This time for some reason, I only felt the sensation of being on my back at the start, and quickly turned over for the rest of the “flight.”

 

And, just where was I going? I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t get to anything recognizable, at least nothing like I was trying for. I remember three or four entities in a large space. It was too dark to see details. And I didn’t think of trying to see better. I tried to ask who they were, but I couldn't “hear” that. I tried asking where I was, but that too I couldn’t hear. So they didn’t respond, except to appear to watch me. I didn’t feel very comfortable there, unable to communicate, so I ended it.

 

I think part of the issue here was that I didn’t try to contact my higher self to let them direct me. I just wanted to fly. And it allowed me to. I know “they” were with me, but I think they wanted to see where I would end up on my own, and what I would do there.

 

Even though I feel I didn’t accomplish much for my first OOBE in forever, I felt fine anyway, because it was such a new sensation for me. Maybe it was more about introducing me to that difference. 

A brief return. Still Station Keeping

 Out-of-body experience- 4/29/22

 

When I started experiencing OOBEs, I would have been fine just stopping. It usually scared me to death. The experiences would persist. They would stop, and I would be happy to have them gone.

 

As I learned to control them, I became obsessed with proving the experience was valid by finding details of the lives of consenting friends who had expressed an interest in what I was experiencing.

 

Then, the powers that be, took the experience from me, stating the reason was that I was not making the best use of them. I needed to direct my attention to telling others what I experienced without spending the time to prove their validity. And when I did this, the experiences returned, with even more intensity.

 

Last night, I had an OOBE. It was brief. It was only the second remembered OOBE in the last three years. And it was enough.

 

It started the same way they all start. I would think that after such a long absence I would have been excited to have the return of this sensation after such a long time. But I was calm. I revved the vibrations up as I tend to do without thought at this point. When I knew separating was possible, I didn’t do it. Instead, I mentally sent my gratitude that “they” were still there. I reached my arms outward to them. They briefly held me by my arms, their touch electric. They released that hold and I knew the experience was over.

 

But “they” aren't over. I know my connection with this experience is still there. Even in the absence of the OOBE, I am aware of that connection in my life. I know I can talk to "them." I know when they need to, they can and do drop in.

 

Having had OOBEs as a part of my life since I was a kid, I am aware of how my life has been impacted by the experiences. When they were briefly taken away before, I missed them. Now, I find I don't miss them, because I know I still have the connection to “them” daily. If I need them to return, they will return.

 

 

Not much happening here

 Hello again-

I have allowed myself to drop out of life a bit. That hasn’t worked before, I am not sure why I thought it would now. 

The world always finds a way to bring your focus back to things that matter.  

I am now approaching three years since my last major out-of-body experience. There have been a few minor contacts, more of a quick test to verify my connection is still there. After a lifetime of experiences, I doubt they will stop for good now. There have been large gaps of inactivity before. 

March signifies three major events in my real life. In March, I met my late wife. In March, we got married. And in March, she passed. Knowing what I do about things, I know we will be together again. In the physical part of life, I know she hasn’t gone anywhere. I am reminded of that daily. 

I have been writing elsewhere. I used to fantasize about writing a novel. The first time I sat at my home computer with MS Word open, I was too intimidated to try. Now I have a trilogy. And since I exhausted that original idea, I have started a totally new idea.  

I had told a Russian acquaintance (We haven’t been in contact recently) I met in an alt-OOBE newsgroup in 1995 or so, about my writing. I sent her my first one. She didn’t like it. She didn’t want to read a love story and told me I should write about my out-of-body experiences. I already have written about them. I wanted to explore a character closer to who I am in my life. To me, everything has a love story in it anyway, so I decided to take her idea and merge it with a love story. 

That is what I have been working on recently; how to write a love story that includes a character who has out-of-body experiences. Usually, when I am writing, I become so immersed in the story and characters, that I think of it constantly. They practice their lines in my head. I had thought by doing the story, I might trigger more OOBE activity in my life. It hasn’t happened yet.  

My story starts with my character having an out-of-body experience in 2022. He is drawn to a certain place where he meets a woman who thinks it is 2012.