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. 

A trip to someplace or somewhen From April 2017

 

 

Thursday, April 27, 2017

 

OOBE last night around 3:30 am.  I had asked earlier to have some sort of experience that would be helpful, maybe shedding light on A's importance to me. As I felt it start, I asked, is this about A? Got swift confirmation. Traveled a while and suddenly felt as if someone threw water on my feet. I “woke up” in a bed, and body, not my own, cursed two guys for tossing water on me, threw them out of the room, and looked at my bed, there. I said, hey, that’s not my bed.

 

Wherever this was, I guided my accomplice (by teleporting) to a place I could not see yet but felt that A was there. I curled up into a climb to drop my speed (like I do this all the time). I saw two women sitting talking and knew A was one of them, but she looked nothing like A I know from my life here. I relied on my “I there” to guide me to the A there.

 

Her hair was long curly and dark, a deep brunet color, and her dress looked like it was out of the 40s, below the knee and maroon with big shoulder pads, making her appear more angular than she felt when I finally hugged her. She had heels on, but even so, she seemed to be much taller than the A I know here would be in high heels. I started towards her, and she looked up at me, and gave me a dirty look at first, saying (I heard it telepathically) “Really? This is how you give me time to think? Can't you see I am busy?” 

 

“I” turned to leave and saw a little dog running up to me. We appeared to be in a park of some kind, so this seemed reasonable. I kneeled and rubbed the dog’s stomach, I heard A continue (still telepathically) “Hey, come on back. I am sorry. I just wasn't expecting you right now.” I went over to her, and she greeted me with a hug, saying verbally now, “You don’t know how it has been for me recently. Until I met you, I didn’t know I could ever love someone again- especially the way I love you. I just needed some time to think it out” I did recognize the voice, but again it was not the voice of A I currently know. Of course, I told her I loved her too, and that meeting her had saved my life. (That part may have leaked in from this life, I think.) Then as soon as I knew that she and the I there had ironed out some sort of weirdness between them, my part of the experience was over.

 

About the setting, it could have been a past earth life in the ’40s. But the telepathy and teleporting make me wonder if it was only another dimension built to be similar to earth in the ’40s, but not our physical earth.

 

When it ended I asked my guides if A would ever be able to share in having anything like this happen to her, even as a dream. I knew right then; it wasn’t likely, and these experiences were planned to happen at the time they did to ensure she was already awake for the day just to keep her shielded from them.

 

Also, this person looked nothing like the A I know currently. But I sensed she was A even before seeing her. It stands to reason earlier versions of us would not look like we do now.

 

Also, I wondered if the double projection (again a first for me) was because I needed to be in the “body” the A there would recognize as me, there. . . And just maybe I needed to be in that body so she would be able to see me at all?

A visit to the past, or a visitor from the future From March, 2017

 

This one involves A again. There were two other experiences between this one and the first. The gist of those was that each took an incremental step back in time, and they involved details that A and I had spoken about years ago. It was like those details were the anchor to my knowing that they involved steps back in time.

 

Thursday, March 16, 2017

 

Last night I woke up around 1 am and could not get back to sleep. I decided I had been trying too hard to have some sort of experience related to A, and that if it were to happen, it would happen.

 

I saw the clock last around 3:50 am and turned to my right side. Immediately, I felt a surge of vibrations in the back of my head. I wondered if I should try to go, or stay or if anyone were there to direct me as to what I should do. I felt as if I was constrained a bit, and I was fine with that. Long ago, I realized that whatever happens in these, my desires are only allowed if the powers that be allow them. During the entire time, I was aware of J breathing and lightly snoring next to me.

 

So, for a few minutes, I just stayed there. My legs were parted a bit and there was some sort of padded brace to keep them that way. Nothing else was felt, except energy flowing through me. I was thinking about A the entire time, having used her entire name in my prior thoughts. When what felt like a “treatment” was over, I still thought of A. But the sensations ended.

 

Still listening to J breathing, I thought to myself, “OK if that is it, that is it.”  It wasn't IT this time anyway.

 

The vibrations started up again, and I thought of A. I was off and flying.

 

I landed in a huge empty dome-shaped warehouse-type building. No one was around, so I did a short move to just outside the place. I saw a group of people coming out of a nearby building. I tried to see if any in the group could see me. One did, and she called to her friends, “Hey hold on. There is someone from the future here.”  I asked her if she knew A and described her. She said, “Oh, you must mean the woman from the City?” I said, well, maybe. Bring me to her, and we will see.

 

We went into that same building I had landed in originally, and I was brought to an access panel that I had not seen before. My escort opened the door, and I heard someone inside. My escort leaned towards the opening and called out “You have a visitor from the future.” I heard a woman’s voice, say, “Oh if I weren’t so filthy, I would kiss whoever it is. I need to get out of here.” She looked up at me as she got out, and it was A. I say that, but it was not quite the exact version of A that I know here. Oh, and I am not sure that she used that name in this place.

 

She looked at me, smiling, and greeted me with a hug, and asked what had taken me so long? She said she had looked and looked for some sort of communication from me but there had been nothing. I told her it was not easy to get messages through, but I had been trying. And that they frowned on any communication that left something that could be traced.

 

We walked out together, walking as lovers might, arm in arm- not as easy as it sounds since she was quite a bit shorter than me. And I say as lovers might because I had the impression that there, we had been a couple. There was no sense of another that she was with either there or here, and no memory of my having anyone else back there at that point. And I was not aware of my life here by that point. It was as if she had known and accepted that I had to leave her at some point, and that I would always try to return.

 

We got to a spot where we could talk. She asked how things were here. I told her that her life was going as she had planned and that we had been able to meet, as we had planned. I looked at her, and kissed her, full on the lips. I have only rarely done that in one of these experiences with anyone. But it seemed OK because it felt like we were not who we were in this current life. But the kiss also terminated the experience.

 

Fade to gray- Vibrations fade quickly, and I return to my current life awareness It is 4:20 am.

 

Correlation? Hmm. At least a possible reason for this one- Assuming the experiences leading up to this one had made incremental steps back in time, it follows that this one went one step further to a point before A incarnated here. From the view of those there, I would therefore appear to them as a visitor from the future, at least A's future.

 

Why is this even a thing? One view could be that to ensure A and I met in this life; I would have to go back home to first tell her we had met here now. Our kiss served two requirements, or three if you count that we simply wanted to do it. It also transferred a small amount of energy between us. This would make it easier for her to find me in our current life. And it would also give me a bit of her energy from further in her past, to help me find her in an even earlier lifetime, discussed in the next experience.

 

 

Back to August 2015

 

Originally from Sunday, August 9, 2015

I feel like I saw A early this morning. I have tried many times in the last couple of years, but I have not been successful. One time early on, I had tried, and the mere mention of her name was enough to shut the experience down. This time, I not only had been successful, but I had an experience that allowed me to go to her, in a house that reminded me of the house she is in now. The thing about this experience is that it felt so real at the time I thought I was actually there with her. And since I have tried for this type of experience before and failed, it is interesting to me that now for some reason, I was able to do it. What if anything was different? 

In it, as I travel east, the darkness brightens to near sunny as it should have having started here at 4 am and going three time zones east. I touch down in a room where I see her. At first, she has her back to me. She turns to me. She appears just as she is in real life. I know it is A at the time. It looks just like her, it sounds like her, and every detail about her seems right. She is happy to see me. The door to the room we are in is closed. She comes to me and we embrace, suddenly falling on a couch, or maybe a bed or futon, hugging each other as we fall. We both laugh in a way that seems very real to me. We kiss. I realize just how real it feels as I pull back a bit to look at her face close up. It is her eyes and smile that get me. It is her. I can see her. There is no detail out of place. She asks me why I am looking at her so funny. I tell her I am trying to convince myself she is real. She answers, “You are trying to convince yourself I am REAL?” 

I ask if I can check one more thing, and slowly reach out to pull her bangs away from her forehead. Her hair feels so soft. She reacts as I briefly touch her forehead. The wrinkle she hides with her bangs is there just as it had been when she originally showed it to me.

As good as it feels to be there with her, I think we both know that there are others in the house. Like maybe her husband and kids? Maybe I say that, or maybe she does. I ask if there is a place we can talk without the worry of waking anyone. She responds, "Yes, in the kitchen.” She gets up to open the door, and I see the house is dark. But bright enough to see that there are other people around. Maybe more family visiting? I can't tell if they are asleep or just really not able to hear or see us as we pass. I am not sure why they would be sitting in the near dark, if not sleeping. They almost look like shadows of real people, and not anywhere as real as she is to me. We start to go down the stairs. She asks how I got there, and I tell her I flew there by myself. She looks at me like I said something odd because she knows I don’t like to fly. 

Going down the stairs, I see several small lit Christmas decorations along the banister as if being used for night lights. This strikes me as odd because I know in “real-time” it is early in August. Something about this exchange and seeing the decorations is a distraction to me, and the experience fades much as Richard fades from his experience in “Somewhere in Time” when he finds a penny from his current time inadvertently left in his pocket. I am there walking downstairs one moment, and I feel myself fading out of her awareness. 

It was almost a perfect experience. If it had only not ended. I know parts of the setting may not have been totally real, but I felt as if I was really with her. Did I enter a dream of hers? I have had other experiences similar to that with others in the past. But maybe since I know A better than most of those people, it seemed so much more real to me with her. And I have to wonder, although I will never know, if she had a dream that I had popped into that in any way was similar to my experience. It has happened to me before. 

The first thing is that you all should know that you are much more than your physical body.

I have had many strange OOBEs since the last time I have written in this blog. They are important to me, but none as important as this one, and a few that follow, that happened a few months ago.

Saturday, February 17, 2018

From my journal

Last night Ava introduced herself to me by name. OK, I am not sure how she spells it. That is how it sounded. Yes, I said sounded. I spoke to “her.” It happened in what seemed like an OOBE, but really was a different sensation too.

The first time I noticed it, I had been awake for a couple of hours after sleeping normally for four hours. I felt as if someone was there with me. I thought I saw something, but when I asked if anyone was there (thinking the question) the only thing I was aware of was an intense feeling of pre-OOBE sensations. Then it faded for a few minutes.

When the sensations suddenly returned, I mentally asked if anyone was there, again. This time, I heard my voice clearly in my head on the right side as I thought the words. I heard my voice say the words as if it was directed to my right ear. I heard a response in my left ear, saying, “Yes, I am here.” It sounded like a feminine voice, very tiny and distant, but understandable. I asked who it was? It responded, "I am Ava.” I asked if I knew them, and the response was "Not in any way that would easily be explained." I asked why it was here if it could not explain who it was. It responded, "I want you to know that I care about you.”

OK. This may be out there, even for me. A non-physical intelligence named Ava who is connected to me in a way I might not understand, wanted me to know she was there, and that she cares about me.

Ages ago, when the OOB experiences started to happen to me, I had an entity visit who spoke to me in the same manner. See post titled Confrontation. It had not happened since then. Could it be that this voice was of the same entity who spoke to me when I was younger?

Since that earlier time I have had “meetings” with teacher figures who had been tall thin males with hoods and beards, carrying staffs- the typical archetype image for spiritual teachers. This early contact was a glowing ball of energy. Last night I did not see anything, although I sensed a presence prior to the contact. The voice both times was similar, although at this point, the first time seems ages ago.

Life gets odd.  

Here, an experiment to try to write Ava's response to questions I have. 

Friday, February 23, 2018, Ava's responses are indented in all that follows. 

Hello Ava

I think you are there- I feel it. Can you type through me?

Can you explain anything about your relationship to me?

Would writing by hand be any easier?

I think I feel your presence, but I am not sure how to do this.

I am with you. It is not easy to understand how this is working. It is outside my knowledge. 

Can you tell me who you are to me? What is our relationship?

You start with the hardest question to answer, although it seems the most basic one.

That is how I usually do it. You seemed to jump right in when I was very young. That was a lot to grasp and understand for one as young as I was at the time.

This way of communication will take time to be proficient. Even as an untrained typist, you are so much better equipped since this is the way you have been raised. It is easy for you, and to me is most forigne. It is not really exactly me typing, but your translating the thoughts I am giving to you. ,aybe I will try it again later. Goodbye for now.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Hello, again Ava.

I feel like I should correct the mistyped words in the entry above since I know this is not your usual way to communicate. And I know I if was a better typist too, it would be easier for both of us.

Ava, are you here with me? I do not sense you are, but I know you are never far.

Ending attempt now- Related to my question above, I have been glancing at a book I read more than 45 years ago attributed to an entity called Seth, give through contact with the author Jane Roberts. In this work, there is a sketch of Seth that looks a lot like someone I saw in an experience of mine who told me his name was Seth. I know it is just a coincidence, and yet it also could be that it was meant as a pointer for me to look back at this book, The Seth Material and Seth Speaks one more time.

Since I am not feeling any response from you today, I will end this for now. I will try some other time.   

Monday, February 26, 2018

I say hello to Ava, and I acknowledge feeling an immediate response.

I am not sure if Ava is onboard with the computer. Sometimes it even gives me trouble. But, I do sense that her actually speaking to me as she did earlier, is reserved for special contact.

Yesterday I had a brief thought while the Ava sensation was flowing in me, that my “spirit name” could be Liam. The sensation when I questioned if I was correct in thinking this was strong and immediate, suggesting that it was a correct interpretation.  In terms of what this is as a name meaning, one suggestion on the internet is Resolute Protector. As far as spirit names go, it would indeed be one of strength. I could do worse.

Ava, I will open this means of contact up to you if you are comfortable attempting it. As you can tell by my re-types and spelling corrections, even my comfort level in typing is not unlimited. You might possibly end up being a better typist than I am. Therefore, I will not be overly critical of your attempts. As long as I can recognize your intent, I can correct it later.

Ava, do you have anything to say? How about an explanation of the universe and how it is set up?

            I could do that, but maybe we should start with something easier. 

(Not her typing, but a thought I had of her answer)

OK, Ava, How did I get the name, Liam?

            It is the overall sum of your personalities. It is the best approximation of who you are         overall and as you say above, it is a very strong name. It was not always the case with you. It has been as you might say a long strange trip to get here. This is true of course for anyone in their development. There are starts and stops along the way. We try the best we can in any experience to grow- to use every opportunity for growth we can to get from a start to the finish.

OK. Thank you. I have to end this now.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

I had intended to write again before now, but have been busy with other life concerns.

Ava, I know you are never far from me, and even saying that I acknowledge that I feel a response from you. Unless you have anything pressing for me, I do not really have time to talk to you right now. And I do not want to rush this.

Feeling no response at this time, I am off to other things. I do have a feeling Ava has more to say, even though writing this is not her primary reason to communicate with me.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Last week I had a dream after trying to project to Ava during an OOBE. I was stopped, and later had a dream of showing up to a test and being told that I was not ready to pass the test because I was incomplete. After thinking about that, I wrote this.

Here is my evaluation of the dream of a life test. It is not so much any specific upcoming test as I had thought, but a suggestion that the test is this entire life as it is. I had tried to go back to Ava and was shut down. The dream portrayed me being told that I had could not finish the test because I was “incomplete”. Once I am finished with the current life, the evaluation as to my being complete enough to return to Ava will happen.

A few days later, I had a dream I was in a classroom setting, where I was sitting with a student explaining to him that a photo I had taken that was used to create the cover of my 1971 High School Yearbook, was analogous to Ava's overall structure. The photo shows a series of light and dark spots, which viewed closely, all you see, are multiple random appearing dots. But when this is viewed all at once from a distance, the dots suggest a recognizable picture of a person. Each of the dots represents an individual conscious part of the overall entity, Ava. 

Ava, viewed from a distance appears to be one individual. But as you look more closely you see each of the smaller parts of her, which are also unique individuals tied to her. I am one of Ava's unique individual conscious patterns, still here in learning mode. My overall goal, and her goal for me, is to become complete so I can return to her. This is her goal as much as mine because she can't progress on her path until she is complete.

Ava, is this anywhere close to what is true?

            It is a general but adequate representation, good enough for now.

Ava, would you like to add anything more today? Other than the verification that I had an adequate grasp of the above comments, I sense that this is enough for today.

Monday, March 5, 2018

I have been writing elsewhere for a short time and wanted to see if Ava had anything to say.

Hello Ava. I acknowledge that I feel a quick response from her. I had a thought about where Ava would like to start this, and if she is willing to try it, I will open things up to her.

            The first thing is that you all should know that you are much more than your physical body. In fact, the physical body is the least of what you are. Your true nature is that you are a spiritual being, separate from that which you know as your physical world. There are many other places and dimensions wierhe you have access that you can learn and grow. Your physical world is only one of them. It may seem the most important to you, since that is your current home, but too close a focous on this point limits you – It impedes and blocks knowledge of your true nature.

            You are non-ophysical beings. That is important. What is more important is that you can and do persist after that physical form you are so attached to has its end. You were here before this life, and you will reutn here when you are complete.

At this point, I am not able to interpret her thoughts any further. What she has said, I know, only touches the surface of the discussion. I don’t feel her presence now. 

Monday, March 19, 2018

Just so you don’t think this is totally new to me, I have had experiences all my life that I believe have been influenced by Ava. The only real new thing is that I had not until now known her name.  It has made the experiences I always have had, a bit more personal. I had been referring to the Ava entity as some intelligent glowing sphere of energy; the cosmic equivalent to “Hey You!” Not that this seemed to bother her/it. The experiences I have had did not seem impacted. I may from time to time insert an experience or two here just to illustrate. But, knowing her name has changed the experience for me.

Ava, are you here with me today? Well, I was just checking. I know she is always here. But I know too that I am not the only interest she has in this game. Even so, she would be here instantly if she needed to make a point one way or another or help me. And, I also have to admit that contact in one of my writing sessions would be easier to initiate if I was able to write more regularly or on any sort of sustained schedule.

Then again, it could be that Ava only wants me to say as much as I have said, from her at least. We will see. 

Chanting Aum namah Shivaya- and Aum

This one started with my more typical aum namah Shivaya chant, but as it started I dropped it to just the more simple Aum, and noticed right away that it seemed to add a bit of power to the proceedings.  I had started earlier in the night as I was going to sleep by chanting aum namah Shivaya as I breathed. This was inhale on aum namah  and exhale on Shivaya.  This tends to get me focused and relaxed.  As I realized the vibration energy was starting- or as I got aware of it in any case, I briefly repeated the aum namah Shivaya.  I started to float a bit, and switched to Aum.  The increase in energy compared to the longer chant was quite fast and overwhelming to say the least.

Oddly, I lost control a bit as I was not sure where I was or why. It is not like I thought of anything, or wanted to go any one place.  I found myself landing very solidly on my back on a very hard floor in a closet or store room.  I felt that I was physically in the place.  I was afraid someone had seen me, but as it happened the door was closed.  As I stood up, I heard my shoes squeaking on this floor.  I sneaked out through the door, and found myself in an office setting. If anyone saw me, they did not react, so maybe whoever I was there was expected to be there.

The last time before this, I had stuck to the ”aum namah Shivaya”  chanting. I remained quite focused on it.   I heard voices speaking but could not quite focus enough to decipher what they were saying.  I saw what appeared to be a lattice work of compartments with individual people.  The impression was that the compartments were on the interior of a cylinder that I was floating in.  As I floated and rotated, I saw the people in this latticework.  Maybe it was some sort of gateway to other planes?  No one was there to tell me except maybe the voices.  And I could not follow what they were saying.

A Dream of a past OOBE

This was not any sort of lucid dream. I remember very little of what happened in a dream until I was near a group of people who were talking to each other. I did not know anyone there but started to listen because they seemed to be talking about other-realms in the non-physical planes.   I sort of budded in and told them I had had an experience close to what they were talking about.  This one was one way early in this blog, called   Confrontation   .

This is pretty weird to me that I could be dreaming, and tell someone in a dream the details I remember from this early OOBE from around 44 years ago.  Maybe the time is getting nearer when I will remember what I had been told “out there”?

Just Heat

Now, a bit ago I had a post that was only a feeling of electricity. .  . Now I have had an OOBE-like event where I just was aware of heat.  It was almost too much heat to be comfortable.  I made an attempt to cool it off a bit, but this cooling seemed to stop the entire thing.  I remember feeling as if my legs and arms were floating free, and that I was otherwise anchored to my more physical body. I could sense the heat in waves coming over me and through me.

A first of a different kind of OOBE?

I have been doing OOBE work from most of my life since it forced itself on me in my mid teens after initially occurring as a very obnoxious case of sleep paralysis at even earlier age than that, and in all of those events since then, I have never experienced what happened to me last night.

It started out with my being awake and I was tossing and turning a bit trying to get comfortable. I ended up on my right side. Within seconds, I felt that all familiar prickling sensation like a cold chill, but not really, that usually goes into vibrations if I have the correct control of it. I had no idea what to do, but I thought if I tried to open my left eye in the physical realm, it might help to keep me focused on the physical. All I can say is “Wow!” First, I had to fight to keep my eye from closing, and in doing that, the sensations faded a bit. I let them start up again, and re-opened my eye. Then something odd happened.

The eye dropped closed again, and I saw a gradual opening into another world. Right in front of me, maybe ten feet away, was a woman with short dark hair staring back at me. What seemed odd is how fast this perception opened up. Also, she was making eye contact with me. This all seemed to be in very much 3-D and full color with an incredible sense of perspective.

She was talking to me, but I could not hear her and I did not seem to be able to speak myself. A couple of other people came up from the side and slightly behind her, and they made me a bit nervous since I did not seem to be able to communicate and had no idea where I was. So I did what I might think to do in real life. I raised my arm and tried to motion to them to stay back. And I felt and saw my very physical appearing full color arm rising up in front of me very much like it would be in real life. I saw it as my arm, and it was in the place a real arm would be if it were making that motion. I say it was my arm, but it looked nothing like my arm really. It seemed to me that where ever I had landed, I must be someone else than who I am here. I turned away from them, and in that instant, the scene shifted back to a bedroom and a bed.

I was standing on the bed, and as I turned I started to walk off the edge and jumped to the floor. I felt this much as I would physically feel it if I went to do it right now except that gravity seemed a bet less in this place compared to here. I definitely felt it as I landed, but it seemed a bit too springy as I landed. I walked off down a short hallway that roughly corresponded to my own hallway in my house. I ended up in a room where there was a television that had been left on. I thought that this was rather out of character to have left the TV on when I went to bed, but it did not really look like my TV at all, and none of the stuff in my house seemed to correspond to this place. I noticed a digital clock on the top of the TV that said it was a bit past 1:00. I assume it was 1 am because the TV seemed to be showing an infomercial. And it ended just that fast. In my real world it was a bit after 3 am.

All I can say is that this, as short of a time as it took to get into and back out of, was one of the more odd things I have ever experienced. It was nothing like any OOBE I have ever had and I look forward to going there again.

Maybe another coincidence

Or maybe not.

There is a person I knew ages ago and have only kept in touch with irregularly since then. In all cases since we have known each other, I have been the one to reestablish contact after a period of absence. I had currently not talked to this person in almost four years. Maybe that is why I chose them for the target person to contact in my OOBE of a couple of days ago. I was going to write about the OOBE right when it happened, but thinking back on it, standing alone, it was not really a remarkable event. And I am not sure I remembered enough details about it to even make it one I chose to include here. That was not until what happened two days later. This person contacted me.

It was not a remarkable OOBE as they go for me. I swung out and seemed to travel in ever increasing spirals as I went where ever I was going. I started to think of my target person, someone from the past more than a current thought in my mind. I was not really sure why I thought of them at this particular time.

After a time of traveling, I found myself flying down towards a sail boat of some sort. Off to one side I saw my target person standing. I continued down to them and made some sort of contact. Thinking back, I am not as sure I recognized them as they appeared to me then, or that I recognized the energy I had associated with them in the past. But, I knew I had the right person.

Overall, the contact was brief and I am not able to remember any one detail of it. That is one reason I was not about to write this one anywhere. What was the point?

Then I heard from them in real life not two days later. Initially, I did not think of the OOBE I had as possibly being related. But, this is the first time since we met almost 40 years ago that they have been the one to approach me after a long time of no contact. Why have they contacted me now? I am not sure. I have never discussed my “hobby” with them and I doubt they would understand. Maybe I am reading more into this than is really there. It is probably just an odd coincidence.

Virtual reality in OOBE

This was a bit odd, even for me. First, I had woken up, or at least I thought I was awake from a strange dream involving an old friend of mine. Last I remembered of it was that we were about to go someplace. Then all of a sudden, I felt the vibrations start up, and before I knew what was happening, I dropped down through the bed and floor and just kept going. 

Usually, and I think almost all of my experiences are more of the type that I fly out normally. It was odd to go in the complete opposite direction. I ended up in a place where I saw quite a few people I knew, but they were all a bit different than when I had known them. I was the only one who was floating, and they all seemed to be more in tune with the surrounding laws of physics. It seemed like this was some sort of a gaming facility or that is what I came away with. It was sort of an interacting virtual reality game. Those already there helped me get grounded and choose what I guess would be an avatar, but this was not really true. It was more that you chose a symbiot. 

The thing I was given actually merged into my “body” and I was there to help it somehow. And like a good virtual reality game, I had a package around my neck that contained energy pellets and liquid capsules of some sort. And it also had some sort of a weapon. One of the things allowed me to change my appearance. Once I was ready, I sort of blacked out and became aware of my body in bed. Then I went back to the experience and realized my companions had been carrying me. Once I was back, we went off to do whatever I was there to do. And that is about all I remember about it.

A future trip to the past?

In my last OOBE, it seemed that I went into the future. It turned out to be disappointing though. The place I went was just a dreary un-furnished apartment which I had explored for a minute as I was looking for other occupants. There were packed suitcases and boxes around as if people were either in the process of moving in or out. There were three other adults, and a teenage girl. I was standing in the kitchen with the adults, and the girl was sitting at the table to my right. 

I went over to a calendar that was posted on the refrigerator door to see what the date was, and noticed it was the year 2117. There was no real sense of it being in the future other than looking at the calendar. The refrigerator in the apartment seemed to be from the 1960s. So that part of it did not make a lot of sense. They did manufacture better quality appliances back then than they do currently, but this would be a stretch of reality to think one would be working in that far future day. One other weird part was that I was not the person I am now. The voice I spoke with was higher pitched than my normal voice. The "me" there, may have actually been a woman.

updates

So, you might wonder what has been going on recently, and I would have to say- Not much. I have had a couple of instances in the last few months where I had numerous vibration episodes in a row. Once I had various “trips” associated with trying to find and see something identifiable to a target person I had not met previously. 

 

In this series, the only reportable “hit” was that the person had short dark hair. That is not much of a hit. I also heard a few things during this series that evidently were not even close to being related to my target person. But, I am only making an assumption of that since he did not mention anything about those things, or what I reported as having been heard. 

The second cluster of trips happened a few weeks later. That may be significant for me, since in the past few years, my ability to do OOBEs has been in serious decline for some reason. During this time, the series of trips began with my hearing my spouse saying something to me which I could not really understand. While I was pondering what may have been said, I heard a toilet flush. That is not all that significant unless I also tell you that there are a couple of reasons that I could not have really heard this. The main reason is that it was not the sound that our toilet makes. 

When I realized this, I also deduced that I probably really did not hear my spouse say anything either. I therefore decided to ignore the distractions, having realized that they were not valid. I had at least five separate trips, each one with stronger vibrations- But there is nothing to tell about the experiences – nothing I can remember anyway. Maybe there is one thing. 

I was able to trace the path of my vibrations. I know it has varied over time, but currently, it seems to start in the base of my head and shoot to the top. Then it flows back over my entire body. Vibrations vary for all. Some think it is a passing phase. For me, it has always been an integral part of the experience. Most recently, I had an experience in which I worked up the vibrations until I knew they were strong enough. I put up both hands, and saw sparks of energy flowing between them. I then decided for whatever reason, to forgo trying to go anywhere, and try to spread some of this energy to my spouse instead. I started by using both hands to position the sparks of energy over her- one at her head, and one at her lower back. Before I knew it, energy was flowing directly from me to her over our entire bodies. I have no idea what was happening, and she did not report anything of significance in the night.

out of body experience with false awakening

When this experience was actually happening, it was very intense. It started with the usual vibrations, but of a slightly different feel. It has now faded, and some memories with it. When it started, I had an extreme feeling that I was paralyzed. It was not the sort of paralysis associated with SP. It felt like even my non-physical body was paralyzed. 

I remember thinking right after it all subsided that it felt as if my nervous system had been torn out of me from the inside. It seems odd to say that now, but at the time it is what I had thought of. Not that there was any pain with this, but just a lack of any sensation that I could move in any way, at least not above my waist. I tried to kick my legs out and away and eventually was able to separate. 

I drifted out and up, screaming for help. I was either paralyzed, or dead, and someone had to help me. Eventually, I felt the presence of at least three entities. One held on to my shoulders from behind, while the other two worked on my two arms from in front, or just to my side. The main entity while holding me by the shoulders was trying to calm me down, telling me that I was just fine. They all worked on me for a few minutes, and then I found myself waking up, but not really waking up it seemed. I woke up and found that I still felt I could not physically move. 

So I tried to make some sort of noise to get attention so whoever was there could help me. I remember trying to get one arm to knock the headboard of the bed. And then I woke up again, finding myself in the same position as before, still unable to move. I ran through what had been happening, and decided to try to move over onto my back. If I could do that, I could prove to myself I was really awake, and that I was not paralyzed anymore. I tried to move to my back, and found myself waking up a third time. 

What the heck is this? Every time I wake up, I think I am awake, but I end up having to wake up yet again. I ran through any number of tests and determined I must be awake. I tried to move again, and you guessed it. I woke up yet again. This time it turned out I was really awake, but even still, I laid there for quite some time before I tried to move. 

My arms felt extremely fatigued. And what if I tried to move them and could not? I eventually went over to my back, and noticed the clock. It seemed like 45 minutes or so had elapsed since I had seen the clock. I felt totally wiped out, and still was not moving my arms much. I felt very heavy. The rest of the night was uneventful, and now I am not sure what any of this means. The multiple false awakenings are interesting. I have had them before, but I do not think I have had that many layers to come back through. I remember thinking during the experience that I had to post this one because it was so different feeling than anything I have had happen before. And I was worried that if I was really paralyzed I would not be able to type it, and would have to tell someone else to post it. It is funny what you think of at certain times.

Out of Body Experiences

I have been having these experiences my entire life. I always wanted it to just stop as a child. It would not stop. Now, I would like to have these experiences more frequently, and they appear to have all but stopped happening. Sure, I had a good one or two recently, but my overall frequency has been declining for a number of years. 

Now, I have had a couple of instances of getting the vibrations- and have failed to get further along than that. What is happening here? It makes me doubt the reality of the experiences that I have had over the years. I read back through the entries in this blog, and it all seems like a distant memory. Then I have a fairly good experience- as with the “Not here, Not now” a while ago, and it all comes back to me. Then it all seems real and possible again. 

I guess that this is just an ongoing repetition of the way it has always been. I would go through stretches of time that I seemed to have numerous experiences, followed by equal times that I would not have any. The only difference is that long ago, I did not want the experiences- Now I do. 

I see some on other sites discussing vibrations as if they are not really relevant to the OOBE or are only necessary in the beginnings. For me, having strong vibrations was always a prerequisite to having a good strong OOB like experience. The few times recently that I have had vibrations, I have not been able to focus on them as I have been able to do in the past. I notice them, but can’t get out. I try to focus on them to move them and intensify them, and they will not move, or they move to a point and get stuck. They will not alter as I know they have to for me to succeed. It seems like even with my life time of experiences, I seem to have lost some basic part of the ability. 

Of course there is one difference in my past experience and those I have seen suggest the vibrations are not necessary to having an OOBE. I have always been more or less, a spontaneous projector. Most I see out there have decided to work at having the experience after they heard about it elsewhere. Why haven’t I tried to produce an experience on my own? Oh, but I have tried many times with many different techniques. Some of them even worked- once. But, I could never reproduce an OOBE consistently using any method other than just waiting until I would normally have the experience. Sometimes if you try consistently, you may have an OOBE. Of course, you may have had it anyway even if you were not trying. One might think I would be a good “method” projector since I know the sensations, and what to expect, and have no fear (usually anyway). It is interesting to me anyway, that in general; nothing else works for me except having a strong desire and being aware of the right circumstances to project. And that used to be enough.

The beginnings of strangeness before Out of Body Experiences

From the age of five or so on, I remember having strange experiences I thought of like dreams. Sometimes it does not seem like these are dreams to me at all, but that I am awake during the occurrence. Maybe it is a state that is related to dreams on a certain level. The first strange thing I ever remember happening at a time I should have been sleeping, or dreaming about childhood things that everyone else probably dreamed about at the age of five, happened when I was not asleep at all. At least I remember thinking I was awake at the time. I was lying there, trying to sleep. I could hear the television on in the next room. I was the youngest, so I had to go to bed while everyone else was still up and watching TV. As I was trying to not hear the TV, I started to hear a very loud siren-type sound in my head, similar to the “attention” alarm that phones used to make when they were left off the hook. This used to freak me out when it happened. I would turn over, and it would stop. Eventually, I would sleep for real, and dream. Sometimes I had standard scary dreams. Sometimes the dreams I had were terrifying, but more than the usual nightmares, because it seemed to me I was awake during them.

Sometimes my “dreams,” or what happened in them, seemed to be beneficial. Once, when I had had a very loud and obnoxious cough that would not go away, I had an experience that to me seemed like it happened while I was awake. I had been asleep at night and woke up with a severe coughing spell. It would not stop. I became aware that someone had come to help me. I assumed when thinking of it later, that it had been one of my parents. Whoever it was, helped me out of bed, and guided me down our long, dark hallway, to the bathroom. I had been tending to cough so much that I would get spasms that made me choke, and cough up small amounts of liquid- or maybe it was the choking that made me cough. I had choked a few times in my sleep due to this earlier in my illness. I was now in the bathroom, coughing, and leaning over to the toilet bowl, just in case. Suddenly, the light went on, and one of my parents was there. I do not remember which at this point. I thought that they had been with me all along. How else would I have gotten there in a dark house? The spell gradually subsided, and I went back to bed. The next day, after talking to my parents about this, they informed me that they had not gotten up until they heard me in the bathroom. I remember being guided, with whoever it was holding me by my shoulders, from behind. Many years later, this experience came up in conversation with my brother. We had shared a bedroom at this point but had not talked about this at the time it happened. He told me that from his perspective, he had been awakened by my coughing, which had been a frequent occurrence. This time, he said that I was talking (in between coughs) to someone. He could not tell for sure what I was saying, or at that point, it was long gone from his memory. Did I dream that someone came to help me to the bathroom, and ended up there? I know I did not truly wake up until the light came on, but I thought I was awake the entire time up to that point. I write that about being sure I was awake then, but you know, I am still not convinced I was not awake at that point. The thing that changed was that the light came on. It exploded in my head when it came on, and that jolt I think made me more aware of where I was. But, I still feel I was awake the entire time. I have not ever been a sleepwalker, but I guess this one instance could be close to that.

I remember one dream from around the age of five. How many my age remember a dream from when you were five? In this dream, I was in our backyard. Suddenly, I saw a ghost floating towards me. I realized I must be dreaming, and tried to wake up, but I could not. This thing kept coming closer and eventually got to me. It touched me, and immediately, the dream scene vanished, and I was enveloped by shrill sounds, and wind, and vibrations all over my body. I struggled to wake up, and even though I know this was only a dream, and should not be able to hurt me, I really was afraid I was going to die before I could wake up. I could not move. I tried my hardest to move, and finally, I jerked my head to the side and woke up. Even though I was awake, and looking around in the room, I could still hear that sound and felt slightly like I was floating. Images blurred in the darkness and floated around me. Gradually, the sound faded, and I could see a bit more clearly. I used to think that if I could think about a scary dream enough, it would lose its control of me. In the case of these dreams, that did not always work. I would think about it, and finally, settle back into bed to try to sleep. Immediately I would hear that same shrill sound in my head and realize that I could not move again. I would once again struggle to move until I could force myself to wake up. But how could I have gone to sleep and started dreaming again in just a relative few seconds that this all took? Again, I was only five or maybe going on six at this time. Maybe, I thought, just maybe everyone goes through this, and it does not mean there is something wrong with me. Thinking back on my childhood, this is probably among the top issues that impacted me at that time, aside from school or dealing with parents. And it was a major impact.

The night would start like any other night. I would be in a dream as stated above, and suddenly, I would just know that something out there in the dream was different. After a while, I knew that the noises and vibrations would start soon if I could not wake up first. I had a dream once that I was in a large house, and suddenly I knew it was about to start. I was terrified. Then I had a dream that I was walking across a bridge where we vacationed at the Russian River, and a large truck went by. The wind from the truck passing started it. The dream may vary, but the result was always the same. I would struggle to get out of the sensations. I would wake up, and the sensations would sometimes still be going on as I struggled to fully wake up. Once it all stopped, I would lay there for hours, afraid to sleep again. I would allow myself to sleep, and it would happen again. I would again struggle to get out of it, and the cycle would repeat. Sometimes it would happen three or four times in a night. It definitely impacted my sleep for several years. But, it was not an every night thing. I would go for a few months with nothing happening, and then one night- boom. It was back. Maybe it would happen for a few nights consecutively, and then it would be gone again for a few months.

Sure, I had typical nightmares too, but they were common, dull dreams, and I knew they were not the same thing. But, I still used to think of these experiences I would struggle with at night as nightmares, if it happened to me in a dream. Sometimes things happened to me when I thought I was still awake too. It is hard to think of an experience as a dream if you are convinced you are awake when it happens.

In these instances, I would be awake. I might have just gotten into bed. Maybe a minute has passed, and suddenly I would have that “knowing” feeling I described having had in a dream. I just would know that something was going to happen. And the same sensations, the same noises, and the same struggle to get it to stop would follow. And all through this, I would hear the same sounds in the room that I had been aware of before laying down. It is this continuity of full consciousness that started to make me wonder what was happening to me in this experience. Since then, I have seen that experiences like this are generically referred to as being caused by sleep paralysis, or SP. SP, I later learned, is a process that everyone goes through in the natural course of falling asleep. It is the mind’s way of protecting you from physically acting out any dream that you may experience. Of course, the majority of people usually are asleep before the process happens or are usually unaware of it when it is happening. One common occurrence in SP episodes, for those of us who are aware of them, is for the person to experience auditory or visual hallucinations. Of course, I did not know any of this when I was younger, and if I had, it still would not have helped to stop the experience. If I had mentioned this to any doctors at the time, I am sure if they knew anything at all about it at all, or thought that they did, they would have prescribed some sort of pill to attempt to get me to sleep better. What I know now from others who have the same experience, and have had doctors try to fix it with medication, is that it does not work. The pills dull you out and you may sleep better for a while, but the experiences still happen.

Back then, I did not feel I could talk to anyone about any of this. Either it was common for it to happen or people would think I was weak because I was having a problem with what to them would be trivial, or no one would know what I was talking about, and I would be labeled as “crazy.” Neither one seemed to be a good choice. It was clear to me when talking very carefully to friends about the things they experienced in dreams, that they either did not have similar things happen to them or if they did have them, they did not feel comfortable talking about it with me. I did eventually bring it up to a good friend, just after high school. But I still had several years to go before anyone else knew what happened to me at night.

The SP experience has some constants and other things that can vary. One constant is a very loud grating noise in the center of your head. People have described it as being similar to what you might have heard if the amplifier speaker for Jimi Hendrix’s guitar was inside your head, or what it might feel and sound like if someone started a gas-powered chainsaw while you had your head against it. I am not sure I would say my experiences were exactly like what these, but it will give you an idea of what it can be like. I remember thinking that I was afraid my hearing would be damaged by this and wondering why no one else could hear it and come help me. My own experiences were closer to the guitar in general, but with the overtones of the chainsaw in the mix. Imagine hearing a sound that you could not identify, that was loud enough for you to be sure you were going to go deaf from being exposed to it, and then realizing you can not move and no one else was going to help you. This is how some of my nights went when I was between five, and around fifteen years old. Then one night, all of this changed.