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. 

Not Here, Not Now- Maybe verification?

A member of the Astral Pulse message boards, who also has a blog out here (David Mathis) suggested to me that he had found a web page that had a listing of names in a cemetery. There was one for a person named Henry Sigal Hughes, born in 1862 and died in 1919. Next to his name was “Father Bo”. I cannot verify that this is the same person that was in my experience, whatever it was, or if maybe it was just a shorthand way to say his father was named Bo. Or, "Father Bo" could have been how he was known in his work. It did not appear from the listing for this cemetery that they did that type of shorthand though. It is an interesting coincidence if nothing else. If anyone is a member of a genealogy site and would like to try to look this person up so I can learn some details about his life, it may be interesting. 

 

High Point Cemetery
Hughesville Township, Pettis County, Missouri

WALDECKER BERTHA E., B 1867 D 1928

WALDECKER, EDWARD H., B 1864 D 1949

HUGHES, SIGAL H., FATHER BO 1862 D 1919

HUGHES, MYRTA S., MOTHER 1855 D 1934

HUGHES, THERMAN T., WWII, FEB 8 1908 D OCT 28 1937

HUGHES, WALTER W., SON B 1924 D 1940

HUGHES, JAMES W., B MAR 27 1883 D MAY 13 1950

HUGHES, SADIE L., B MAR 9 1891

 

Station Keeping . . .

Monday, July 19, 2021

Last night I had the first OOBE-like experience I have had in at least two years. As such, it was one of the shortest ones I have ever had, too. I will admit I was happy to have a return of the sensations, even for a short one.

I experienced a short but strong burst of pre-OOBE sensations and vibrations. My first instinct during this was to reach out to see if I would be able to separate. In response to my reaching out, I “felt” the presence of at least two beings in contact with me. I felt one of them at least, take hold of me, maybe to restrict my ability to leave. I asked if I could “go out” since it had been such a long time since I had felt any kind of experience related to the OOBE.

What I “heard” in response to my question was that this was only a brief visit I interpreted as being related to “station keeping.”  That is what I got from them, anyway. It could be my limited vocabulary, and my physical limitations to translate the actual purpose just came out that way.

In a way, it might be an OK interpretation the more I think about it.

I have on prior visits, felt that they were tuning into my exact frequency to speak to me more easily. And I remembered how when I was a lot younger, I would listen to AM radio stations at night, and have to continuously fine-tune them as conditions between me and the distant station changed over time.  

Now, looking up the term on Google, I see it is generally a nautical term related to calculating and maintaining one ship’s location, relative to a fleet of other ships. Or, from the standpoint of orbiting spacecraft, a way of making fine adjustments to an orbit, for instance of a communications satellite.