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.