Out of Body Travel

[karen659]

Wow, Keith, I am truly humbled at your description of me!

I am absolutely NO different than anyone else, and don't see myself as any 'great explorer'....only one who has the deepest desire to further the path of spiritual growth, not only for myself, but for everyone I meet (whether in this physical life or other realms! lol)

However, I do love to hear that I started some new learning for others as well!! Sharing what we know and experience is such a great tool for new learning, as we get to see the different perspectives on the 'same' things that opens our minds to other possibilities! I'm really glad to know this seemingly 'insignificant' aspect has such potential!! lol

Yes, the Universe knows how best to get the information out....sometimes we wonder why things happen, yet we should always trust that there IS a reason, and move on.

Thanks so much again for the wonderful post....
Karen

PS Besides, as a true Gemini, I LOVE multi-tasking and using every bit of time for something constructive - so I believe therefore the time we 'sleep' and 'do nothing' might as well be used for helping others as well!!

[Montana Keith]

Here's my latest dream. I also posted it on my thread: "Another Meditation Success Story." (Another Meditation Success Story)

Keith’s Dream of Friday Morning, Nov 28, 2008:

Brief Background: Both collective and individual awareness is shifting.

“But many that are first shall be last; and the last first.” (Mark 10:31)

“And have ye not read this scripture; The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner:” (Mark 12:10)

Growing up, one of the “things” that I was taught to discount was the black race—Negroes is what we called them at the time. From my most significant role models—parents, older siblings, aunts & uncles, and religious leaders—I learned that blacks were less than me. I heard jokes told by relatives:

“So, there were these two niggers hitch-hiking. One was named ‘Rufus’ and the other was called ‘Leroy.’ . . .”

From my mom, I heard:

“Oh Keith, don’t put that money in your mouth. Some dirty nigger might have peed on it.”

From my dad and older brother when skipping rocks on Christensen’s pond:

“Okay Keith, find a really flat rock and throw it sideways way up in the air. When it comes down into the water, it’ll make a wonderful ‘thwunk’ sound. That’s what we call ‘slitting the nigger’s throat.’”

From my church leaders:

“Well you see, the blacks have the ‘curse of Cain’ on them. In the pre-existence, they sat on the fence and were not valiant for Christ’s plan. That’s why they are cursed here. That’s why blacks aren’t allowed to hold the priesthood. . .”

And on and on, these were the types of messages I heard growing up. Blacks were less. They were not as valiant or intelligent. They deserved their miserable positions. We should be kind and tolerant of these “misguided children.” But, we should never stoop to associate with them very much. Let them have their own “separate but equal” schools and neighborhoods.

The Shift Manifesting:

●November 2008: Barrack Obama—father black, mother white—is elected as the first “black president” of the United States.

●Wednesday, November 26, 2008: “Angel,” a 19 year old LDS black girl who works for our TRIO SSS Office as a tutor, stops by my office and asks if I have a few minutes to help her with her sociology paper. These few minutes turn into a wonderful hour and a half conversation. I am blown away by her wisdom, her insight, her courage, and her beauty. She intuitively grasps things which I am just starting to understand.

●Wednesday, November 26, 2008: I leave work at 0315 PM for a 0330 PM massage and chiropractic treatment. While giving me my half hour massage, Kathryn, the massage therapist, asks: “Do you dance?”

Keith: “I use to dance when I was younger, but I’ve become really self-conscious about how I look when I try to move to music.”

Kathryn: “Well, I just get the impression that you should look into African Dance and start dancing to it. I think it would really help you to release and let go of some of the emotions that are coming into your awareness now.”

●Thursday, November 27, 2008: After Thanksgiving dinner at our friends the Hallbergs’, I’m looking up more about African Dance on the internet. I find a reference to “African Healing Dance” on YouTube. (YouTube - African Healing Dance with Wyoma) I watch this instructional video. This is all new to me. A part of me is skeptical. Another part is feeling such hope at the possibilities of “letting go” and being free.

My Dream: I’m with a group of black people. They’ve been doing African Healing Dance. I’ve been kind of watching from the sidelines, trying to stay unnoticed as I observe. They gather and start to sing. The music is haunting. It’s familiar. It is soul-stirring. It feels so “soul deep” and “worshipful.” I see an older black woman’s old and deeply lined face as she looks at me. Here eyes hold a child-like amusement, a heartfelt joy, as they invite me to join the group in singing: “Holy Holy Holy. (YouTube - Mahalia Jackson - Holy, holy, holy!)”

[AntonHansen]

Wow when i read all of these posts just make me more Exited to get out of school, home and play CD2 and learn to meditate, thanks for all the inspiring posts

Peace on all of us

[karen659]

Originally Posted by Montana Keith

My Dream: I’m with a group of black people. They’ve been doing African Healing Dance. I’ve been kind of watching from the sidelines, trying to stay unnoticed as I observe. They gather and start to sing. The music is haunting. It’s familiar. It is soul-stirring. It feels so “soul deep” and “worshipful.” I see an older black woman’s old and deeply lined face as she looks at me. Here eyes hold a child-like amusement, a heartfelt joy, as they invite me to join the group in singing: “Holy Holy Holy. (YouTube - Mahalia Jackson - Holy, holy, holy!)”

Well, Keith, it seems you are certainly being asked to 'join in' the celebration of life in that you have made a major breakthough in learning how to look outside those values and beliefs you were raised with.

Just the fact that this dreams follows on the heels of your recent experiences offers validation that should make you take notice of their significance.

"To sing in your dream, represents happiness, harmony and joy in some situation or relationship. You are uplifting others with your positive attitude and cheerful disposition. Singing is a way to celebrate, communicate and express your feelings.

To hear someone sing in your dream, signifies emotional and spiritual fulfillment. You are changing your mood and experiencing a more positive outlook in life." (dreammoods.com)

It seems you are heading in the right direction - as it is always best to go with your 'instincts' - so it's time to let go, and get up and dance!!

Thanks for sharing...
Karen

[karen659]

12/04/08

I decided to try for an OBE with the usual wake-back-to-bed (WBTB) routine this morning when I woke at 3 am. I set the intention of just ‘meeting someone’ without any particulars. Instead of my couch, I went to my daughter’s room for a change of scenery. For a little background information, my 18 year old daughter has not lived at home for the last six months, and I do miss her terribly. She is not far away, yet our time together is limited.

I know the fact that I was sleeping in her room played a major role in the experience I encountered this morning, as her energy is permeated throughout all her belongings left behind that she did not take with her.

After my usual induction, I became sharply aware of my daughter’s presence in the room, softly calling, “Mom….mom!” I didn’t answer her at first because I knew somehow that it could be one of the ‘false awakenings’ I have and wanted to wait it out to see what happened. My daughter then came close, and I could feel her hugging me with her face next to mine.

Once I felt her close hug (mostly on the right side), she started talking very softly about her problems she is encountering with her dad, her car and the tire getting soft, etc. and I could feel her sadness and her need to be with me. Her voice started drifting off, and now I knew I was in the ‘altered realms’ as I could feel the physical vibrations on my left side as she hugged my right side. I knew I could ‘speak’ now (mentally but within the experience I can hear my voice) and I’m telling her to please talk louder as I can’t hear her clearly.

She says, “I can’t get used to this separating stuff, it’s so scary”, and I am trying to allay her fears by saying “you’ll eventually get used to it after a while”….thinking it’s the OOB “separating”, but in hindsight perhaps she meant our actual physical separation that recently occurred (?).

She then said, “but I’m right now in a labor board meeting!” so I asked, “What are you doing there?” I did not get an answer as I started the fade back, with the thought that perhaps this really isn’t my daughter because she would not be doing anything with a ‘labor board meeting’…however, another thought that this may be a future event did cross my mind as I then had the vision of an older female, and so perhaps it IS possible that my daughter may encounter these same OOB ‘separating’ experiences in the future.

After recording, I settle in and quickly find myself sitting in long hallway, where I pick up something (piece of paper?) that had the name “Valentino Ortiz”. The first name “Valentino” is a close approximation, but I don’t feel it was the exact name. I asked, “Who is this… someone I can help?” and I immediately felt the familiar long black tunnel movement that takes me to where I need to be.

I found myself lying face up in the back of an open pickup truck, in the very early morning hours as it was just becoming daylight. I could see all sorts of stuff piled around me in the back of the truck, yet I was cozily tucked into blankets and comfortable with the ride in the back. I could see two older Mexican-appearing women in the front with a young girl on the far right side. All of them had jet black hair, and the two older women (whom I could only see from the back) had ribbons and bows decorating their hair. I knew we were on our way to someplace special, and the little girl in the front stood up, looked back at me, and was telling me all about the wonderful festival we were heading to, and how much fun we were going to have. It seems it was a yearly excursion, as I was a young toddler boy (her brother?) and this was to be my first time.

What is interesting, however, is that this little girl (about age 10) had the jet black hair, Mexican features, and a thin well-groomed black moustache, which I initially thought was quite unusual. However, I somehow knew also that this not an unusual feature to see for this group of people, and I was left with the impression that their faces were ‘cat-like’ (?).

I remember once arriving in the town for the festival I could see little shops with lots of different displays, with one that sold stuffed animals that I wanted. I’m thinking (as if I am myself, not the boy) that this family must be affluent enough to stay in the same hotel each year.

Now I’m no longer the little boy, standing off to the side of the street, and I am watching someone sitting across the street holding a very young baby, so small he could be wrapped in a ‘sock’ (?). A female is standing next to me and I realize it is my daughter again!

We take off together, holding hands tightly throughout the entire rest of the experience, moving about this town as she is telling me about her brother, saying “that boy has to do something with the casino… learn stuff about the casino”. I asked “is that what he should look into?” thinking she has some future information that I could use to help my son get established, and she said, “No, but it’d give him something to do for now.”

So I ask her, “Well, what are you going to do?” and she indicated she was going to do something to get enough money for a new bed. I clarified my question and said, “No, in life, what are you going to do with your life? You need to have an overall job, not just earn something to get piece by piece in life.” She then indicated she was interested in psychiatry, which immediately made me think of the previous experience with the “labor board meeting” comment from earlier.

I wanted to ask her more about that and just as we are going up this one street, things started to fade and I could feel her hand slipping from my grip. As the last of the fingers released, I could hear her holler, “No, Mommy, no!” which tugged at my heart center, as I became fully awake.

Once again I record this experience and realized that sleeping in this room was definitely making my experiences more personal. As I settled back in, I now find myself in a house with a Mexican family (not sure if it was the same one) that consisted of a father, mother, another woman (aunt?) and three boys.

I was there helping to fix the meal and they were showing me how to make something with the hot oil in the front room. The middle room was the dining area, completely set up for dinner, and I realized there was a back room where some excitement was going on.

It seems the mother of the family had just given birth to a very, very small baby and the young boys (all about 7-9 years old) were very upset. The one was the older brother of the baby and was talking with his two male cousins about how small the baby is, and how he’s not going to be any fun because he will have problems with his very small size. (I got the feeling this was perhaps the same very small baby I saw in the previous setting after I was out of the truck).

I was sitting with the boys, trying to get them to understand the situation, telling the big brother that it was ok to be mad and upset right now, but then he had to realize that he was needed as the ‘big brother’ to help take care of the baby. Something told me that the mother was not going to be able to have another child and this was the only chance he was going to have to get a sibling. The brother said something about “well, I wish Saul/Seth was still around,” which made me think there was an older brother that passed on previously that he missed.

Then there was more excitement, as someone yelled that we’d better go check on that food cooking. As I enter the middle room I could see flames and smoke coming out of the front room where the hot oil cooking was going on!! I knew we had to call 911, headed for the phone on the counter, but the father ran ahead of me and closed the door to that room. I knew the fire was out of control at this point!

I can still picture him holding the door closed, with a cloth across his mouth and nose, smoke all around, trying to reach for the phone. I felt paralyzed with fear, turned to yell for the others to get out of the house, yet felt as though I had cotton in my mouth and was unable to speak!

I could feel a sense of guilt that I perhaps had caused their home to be lost to fire, and it was at this exact point that I was startled awake, mid-scene, by my husband who was leaving for the day and needed to talk to me. This was the first time ever I have been awakened ‘for real’ during this type of experience, and the startled surprise awakening with a quick transition was very uncomfortable, especially since I was feeling very emotional at the point of waking.

I do not know how all this relates to anything, yet there seems to be an intertwining of events between the three experiences. I have learned that I should just write as I see it, and hope for validation and clarification from others at some point in the future.

At this time, I left a message for my daughter to call me, as I told her she visited me last night and want to correlate this if I can. Keep checking back and I’ll post anything of significance that happens to clarify any of these events.

Meanwhile, any insights or feedback on these experiences will always be greatly appreciated!

Karen

[Montana Keith]

Hi Karen,
Sorry that it has taken a few days to get back to you. For the past hour and a half I have been trying to post a response to your latest dream. There is a “part” of me that is feeling frustrated because twice now I have written a “long” response, and both times, my log-in has timed out, and I’ve lost all that I had written. Talk about “frustration” being present right now. Anyway, I guess this is just another opportunity to “let go” and learn. I think I just have to remember to write out my responses in a word document, and then, post them on the forum. Isn’t it funny how we forget such simple things?

Anyway, here goes again. I am determined to get this response written and sent to you. I’ve said this before, but thank you so much for all the time and effort you put into recording, writing, and then sharing some of your dreams here. I realize this takes a lot of time and effort. I want you to know that I notice and appreciate your efforts. The sharing of your experiences here makes a positive difference in my life.

I’ve read in several sources that one of the kindest and most beneficial gifts we give to each other is our “presence.” The following quote pretty well sums this up:

Be a Safe Place
“To sit and listen while someone talks and allow that person to be with her feelings and experience her emotions without comment, and to create a safe space for that person to find her way through whatever passage she is making is an act of service.”

(As found in Caroline Myss’ book Invisible Acts of Power, p. 186)

I think this longing of “presence” is why as children upon returning from school and entering our homes, one of the first things we often called out was simply: “Mom?”

Upon hearing, “Hi honey. I’m upstairs,” we knew all was right in the world.

If you have read any of my other posts on this forum, I imagine you’ve seen the following poem before. But in case you haven’t, here it is again.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

-- Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
translation by Coleman Barks


In reference to the above poem and the focusing work that is going on in Afghanistan with the villagers there, Eugene Gendlin, the founder of the focusing process, recently wrote:

“In Focusing instruction, the villagers learn that they ARE the guest house. I had long thought that I am the host, greeting the guests. But no, I'm the house! I find that this makes a great difference which I cannot yet explicate and explain.”

The reason I share this here is because it helps me to remember that I’m NOT the “guests,” the “thoughts,” the “feelings,” the “experiences” showing up in my awareness. I am the “space”—the “guesthouse” where all these things show up.

To me your dreams are wonderful examples of this. I will share some of my insights pertaining to them. But, I like what you said in response to one of my dreams earlier. You said, in essence, that my own thoughts and feelings surrounding my dream are the best “guides from beyond.”

A common theme throughout these three dreams was your daughter—someone you literally gave birth to and that you love dearly. In referencing Rumi’s poem “The Guesthouse,” I liked how you flowed through time and space AND characters in this dream. At one point, you identified yourself as a small boy in the back of a truck. I liked what you wrote about your ten-year-old sister. You said she had a small moustache and was “cat-like.” If I remember what William Buhlman wrote in his book Adventures Beyond the Body correctly, these types of “realistically unlikely” experiences in a dream may be a reminder to wake up within your dream.

Twice in the course of your dreams, you mention a very small baby who needs loving attention and nurturing. Your daughter’s heart felt plea of: “No, mommy no,” was so heart rending upon separating from you. Perhaps these small babies represent an aspect in your life that is like this. Perhaps, there is some dream or idea that you have given birth to that feels like a small and helpless baby at this time.

In telling of the second baby, you mention some brothers that you felt had experienced the loss of another brother named “Saul” or “Seth.” Since I have personally experienced the power you have in intuitively picking up on names in dreams—I am reminded of your “centomere” made all out of “chrome” dream. Just so you know, I am currently in contact with the writer of that article from India, and truly what he has discovered is “going to be really big” as your dream foretold. But that’s a discussion for another time.—I decided to look up the meanings of “Saul” and “Seth” on the internet. Here’s what I found:

The boy's name Saul \saul\ is pronounced sahl. It is of Hebrew origin, and its meaning is "prayed for".

The boy's name Seth \s(e)-th\ is pronounced seth. It is of Hebrew origin, and its meaning is "set, appointed". Biblical: the third named son of Adam and Eve. Eve said Seth had been appointed to take the place of Abel, killed by Cain.

Here are some interesting symbolisms I see in these names. Some idea or dream you had earlier in your life died—it didn’t mature into fruition. It was named “Saul” and is being mourned and “prayed for.” And now a new “small baby” has been born. It is a type of “Seth” or that which “has been appointed to take the place of that which died.” Having felt of your compassionate spirit here, I know that you will be able to love and care for this “new baby” in your life. I will be interested in seeing what it grows up to be.

In your dream you mention that you were taught to cook with hot oil and that you felt guilty when it got too hot and started to burn. And then to top this whole extremely emotional experience off, your husband’s waking you up was the first time you had been awakened for real at such an emotional time of a dream. My heart goes out to you. Those are a lot of “emotional guests” in your presence right now. You mention in your dream that you experienced feelings of guilt for letting this fire get out of hand. Please be gentle and forgiving with yourself. It seems to me that you’re working with some pretty volatile stuff—some hot oil—in your life now. Just be careful how you handle all “this stuff” so you don’t get burned.

I think I may have forgotten some of what I wrote in my earlier two attempts. However, I think what I wrote here pretty much captures the “essence” of what I wrote earlier. Somehow, I think it is all about “love”. It is about simply noticing the “guests” that are showing up in our awareness and allowing them to reveal our blind spots and to lead us to further awareness and awakening. It all reminds me of the following excerpt by Thomas Merton in his book New Seeds of Contemplation. This excerpt beautifully expresses how that ALL “guests” are sent out of love and for our blessing and edification. Take care. –Keith


THE LOVE OF GOD
By Thomas Merton (arranged in stanzas and poetry form by Keith Jensen)

For it is God’s love that warms me in the sun
And God’s love that sends the cold rain.
It is God’s love that feeds me in the bread I eat
And God that feeds me also by hunger and fasting.

It is the love of God that sends the winter days
When I am cold and sick,
And the hot summer when I labor
And my clothes are full of sweat:

But it is God Who breathes on me
With light winds off the river
And in the breezes out of the wood.

His love spreads the shade of the sycamore over my head
And sends the water-boy along the edge of the wheat field
With a bucket from the spring,
While the laborers are resting and the mules stand under the tree.

It is God’s love that speaks to me in the birds and streams;
But also behind the clamor of the city
God speaks to me in His judgments,
And all these things are seeds sent to me from His will.

If these seeds would take root in my liberty,
And if His will would grow from my freedom,
I would become the love that He is,
And my harvest would be His glory and my own joy.

And I would grow together
With thousands and millions of other freedoms
Into the gold of one huge field praising God,
Loaded with increase, loaded with wheat.

If in all things I consider only the heat and the cold,
The food or the hunger, the sickness or labor,
The beauty or pleasure, the success and failure
Or the material good or evil my works have won for my own will,

I will find only emptiness and not happiness.
I shall not be fed, I shall not be full.
For my food is the will of Him Who made me
And Who made all things in order to give Himself to me through them.

My chief care should not be to find pleasure or success,
Health or life or money or rest or even things like virtue and wisdom—
Still less their opposites, pain, failure, sickness, death.

But in all that happens, my one desire and my one joy should be to know:
“Here is the thing that God has willed for me.
In this His love is found,
And in accepting this I can give back His love to Him
And give myself with it to Him.

For in giving myself I shall find Him
And He is life everlasting.”
By consenting to His will with joy and doing it with gladness
I have His love in my heart,

Because my will is now the same as His love
And I am on the way to becoming what He is,
Who is love.

And by accepting all things from Him
I receive His joy into my soul,
Not because things are what they are
But because God is Who He is,
And His love has willed my joy in them all.
(New Seeds of Contemplation, p. 16-18)

[karen659]

Sorry that it has taken a few days to get back to you. For the past hour and a half I have been trying to post a response to your latest dream. There is a “part” of me that is feeling frustrated because twice now I have written a “long” response, and both times, my log-in has timed out, and I’ve lost all that I had written. Talk about “frustration” being present right now. Anyway, I guess this is just another opportunity to “let go” and learn. I think I just have to remember to write out my responses in a word document, and then, post them on the forum. Isn’t it funny how we forget such simple things?

Anyway, here goes again. I am determined to get this response written and sent to you. I’ve said this before, but thank you so much for all the time and effort you put into recording, writing, and then sharing some of your dreams here. I realize this takes a lot of time and effort. I want you to know that I notice and appreciate your efforts. The sharing of your experiences here makes a positive difference in my life.

Thanks Keith for your diligence and persistence! I DO know that frustration as I have also encountered it more than I'd like!

First of all, I do have to thank you SO MUCH for your words - you have such an eloquent way of expressing yourself and I truly appreciate it. My apologies for this delay in response, but again, you know how it is....life just seems to get in the way sometimes!

I’ve read in several sources that one of the kindest and most beneficial gifts we give to each other is our “presence.” The following quote pretty well sums this up:

Be a Safe Place
“To sit and listen while someone talks and allow that person to be with her feelings and experience her emotions without comment, and to create a safe space for that person to find her way through whatever passage she is making is an act of service.”

(As found in Caroline Myss’ book Invisible Acts of Power, p. 186)

I love Caroline Myss' works and this is just a perfect example of why I am in medical profession. There is just too little of this everywhere in life, but in the health profession, I see such a lack of 'listening'....and I always make it my goal to 'be there' with and for my patients....

A common theme throughout these three dreams was your daughter—someone you literally gave birth to and that you love dearly. In referencing Rumi’s poem “The Guesthouse,” I liked how you flowed through time and space AND characters in this dream. At one point, you identified yourself as a small boy in the back of a truck. I liked what you wrote about your ten-year-old sister. You said she had a small moustache and was “cat-like.” If I remember what William Buhlman wrote in his book Adventures Beyond the Body correctly, these types of “realistically unlikely” experiences in a dream may be a reminder to wake up within your dream.

Yes, I was many characters within is experience, each time 'seeing' through the eyes of not only myself, but able to 'feel' the emotions/words/thoughts of everyone else as well.

When I saw this 'cat-like' young girl with the well-groomed black moustache, my first thoughts were that I was no longer 'here' on this physical plane, but elsewhere in our Universe, where this life was the 'norm'....

Twice in the course of your dreams, you mention a very small baby who needs loving attention and nurturing. Your daughter’s heart felt plea of: “No, mommy no,” was so heart rending upon separating from you. Perhaps these small babies represent an aspect in your life that is like this. Perhaps, there is some dream or idea that you have given birth to that feels like a small and helpless baby at this time.

I am sure there is a lot of intertwining of emotional aspects with this dream and I agree, my daughter's presence (and lack of in physical life) plays as a strong factor in what happens.

Since I have personally experienced the power you have in intuitively picking up on names in dreams—I am reminded of your “centomere” made all out of “chrome” dream. Just so you know, I am currently in contact with the writer of that article from India, and truly what he has discovered is “going to be really big” as your dream foretold. But that’s a discussion for another time.—

Wow, Keith....you can't leave me hanging here!!! If you post the discussion somewhere else, please at least give me link here! lol I am curious what this is all about....

Please be gentle and forgiving with yourself. It seems to me that you’re working with some pretty volatile stuff—some hot oil—in your life now. Just be careful how you handle all “this stuff” so you don’t get burned.

Yes, it seems life is a bit 'hot to handle' for the past few weeks, so I'm sure this is all referencing that. The good news is, however, things are definitely starting to 'cool off' and there is such a better outlook at this time!!

Thanks again SO MUCH for your comments and insight...it really does help me see things 'in a different light'!!

-Karen

[karen659]

88) Facing Fear 12/14/08

I went to bed with the intention of attempting to get OOB and visiting JP should I have the opportunity. Additionally, in looking at the beautiful full moon, I remember thinking just prior to sleep that I wondered what the moon would look like from an OOB perspective. It was a casual thought, and not one that I would call a definite intention, but as you will see, I did remember it!

The first exit I recall was very easy at first, as I became aware of the tingling vibrations that told me I was ready. Immediately my feet started floating up, and so I just climbed out and started moving away to the side door. However, things were very dark and there was the heaviness and pulling sensations I had to fight against. I remember stating ‘clarity now!’ at least twice, and with emotion, but found nothing helped. Before I could even get out the door, I was back in body.

The second exit shortly thereafter also was easy, again with the tingling vibrations and feet floating signal. This time I just stood up and decided to take a different exit from the room – out the window that was on the wall next to the couch above my head.

I knew I could just ‘push’ through the wall, and wanted to make the most of this exit, so I decided to very slowly pass through the wall to the outdoors. I was able to take note of the varying textures as I passed through, and was surprised to see/feel that ‘space’ that is between the inner and outer walls. (Of course there is one in hindsight, but at the time, I didn’t realize it was there but sure felt the difference!)

I stopped half way out as I exited the wall, and turned back to look up at the roof and eaves. I can still ‘picture’ in my mind exactly what it looks like to see the house at this angle, something I would not been able to do in real life!

I turned back and jumped to the ground, again noting a slight difference in its appearance, as flowers were growing next to the house yet there is none there in real life. It was dark inside the house, yet my vision was clear as soon as I exited.

I turned the corner of the house to head for the front yard, and remembered I wanted to see the moon while OOB. I looked up, and sure enough, there it was – but it was not as clear as earlier and seemed to be cloud-covered or very distant.

I then remembered I wanted to go visit JP, but I was suddenly and surprisingly ‘attacked’ by something unusual. I remember seeing a very fleeting image of a white flash of ‘something’ come at me from my right side and could feel it attach itself to my right shoulder. I could hear this spine-chilling continuous “ahhhh” sound right at my right ear on the shoulder, and felt a light vibrating ‘physical’ sensation as well.

I immediately felt a small degree of fear, as this ‘thing’ was uncomfortable and unsettling. The guttural sound it made was continuous and monotone and I attempted to just press forward without giving it any thought. I was trying to keep my fear to a bare minimum as I totally knew whatever it was couldn’t hurt me. (I really don’t know where I get this courage from OOB, because even thinking about it now makes me a bit unsettled!! lol)

The sound/vibration stayed with me as I walked forward and I think I was about to become too fearful to stay OOB when I ‘heard’ the words, “send it love…..send it love”. I remembered talking with others who deal with negativity by facing it and embracing it (thanks Sam!), so I tried initially to ‘think’ of sending love- however, there was no change.

Once again I ‘heard’ the words, “send it love!” and this time without hesitation I turn to face the ‘thing’ with the intention of fully embracing and loving whatever it was….and it disappeared!

I realized I’m fading back to more awareness so now I’m trying to recall the details and talking to myself to impress the memories into my consciousness. This makes me think I’m recording the experience already, yet when I do awaken fully, I realize I have nothing recorded and still have to work hard to recall some of the details! I may have forgotten some minor aspects, but this is the best I could recall.

I am not sure what exactly this ‘thing’ was – it could have been just a ‘fear thought form’ that surfaced suddenly or may even have been something to do with the fact that there IS a 1700-1900 cemetery on that side of the house that I was walking past while OOB! I did not get a good visual on its appearance other than the white flash.

As I listen to my recordings now, I find I did get out a third time last night, however, my sleepy voice on the recorder only keeps repeating the same words, “it’s a learning situation” because whoever I was with the third time was impressing upon me that ‘it was only a learning situation’. The only other words I recorded were “it doesn’t help”….and “a long time spent learning”…..so, for this final OBE, I haven’t a clue what I was doing! lol

Thanks for reading,
Karen

[Lea]

Hello, I've been trying to get an OBE for almost 2 months, at least twice a week. I go to bed, I relax all my body, I start seeing strange things that move and when I get the vibrations and extreme sensations I don't know how to go on. Last week, I really felt how my arms separated from my body but I couldn't get this sensation again. Basically, I need to know how to get out of my body :P. I mean, I get the sensations but can't keep them going on or separate completely from my body. What should I do?

[karen659]

Originally Posted by Lea

Hello, I've been trying to get an OBE for almost 2 months, at least twice a week. I go to bed, I relax all my body, I start seeing strange things that move and when I get the vibrations and extreme sensations I don't know how to go on. Last week, I really felt how my arms separated from my body but I couldn't get this sensation again. Basically, I need to know how to get out of my body :P. I mean, I get the sensations but can't keep them going on or separate completely from my body. What should I do?

Hi Lea, and thanks for writing! I can only tell you what I do, with the understanding that every person will have a different perspective and technique that works for them.

You seem to have a great start, even having the 'separation' of parts of your body, as I do for my signal. (Mine is usually my feet, though! lol) When you feel vibrations, keep as relaxed as you can, but 'intend them mentally' to become stronger and see what happens first. Maybe they need to reach a higher level of vibration...

If you lie there and definitely know that parts of your body are 'floating', then just take control and 'roll out' - it's rather like the physical movement of getting up, however, it's really not physical at all. The rolling movement is easier to do at first, and it was my main method of exiting initially. (Now, I see I can just 'step out' or sit up and step out)

Again, make the intention that you will just roll and stand by the bed, and go for it. Don't think about it, don't try to 'feel' what's happening, just do it! The more you analyze your thoughts and movements, the less that will happen. Its almost a 'trust' aspect or 'knowing' that you WILL get out by rolling that helps - and you will see the first time it happens that the less you think of the process the faster you get out!

Don't expect to do much except stand by the bed at first, I remember how wobbly and off kilter I felt! But once you separate the first time, each subsequent time gets easier....and you move just a bit farther along! Just remember no analyzing of thoughts and movements, just DO!

I really don't know if this helps, but I hope it does. Let me know what happens next time with your vibrations....

Thanks,
Karen