Out of Body Travel

[Montana Keith]

Hi Karen,
I posted this dream on another thread I started in this forum, but I just wanted to make sure you got it so I posted it here in your thread too. --Keith

Keith’s dream of Friday, November 14, 2008 (recorded upon waking at 0614 AM):

Context: I awoke at 0358 AM, and got up and went to the bathroom. Back in bed, I turned on my iPod Touch and checked for posts on the Project Meditation Forum. I then went to my email account at work and read some of my students’ journal entries for the “Hardiness” class they’re taking from me. Before falling back to sleep, I repeated from memory both the Monroe Institute “Gateway Affirmation” and my good friend, author, and consciousness explorer, Stewart Edward White’s “Affirmation.” I then repeated my own “Personal Creed” from memory. Here are both affirmations:

The Gateway Affirmation
I am more than my physical body. Because I am more than physical matter, I can perceive that which is greater than the physical world. Therefore, I deeply desire to Expand, to Experience; to Know, to Understand; to Control, to Use such greater energies and energy systems as may be beneficial and constructive to me and to those who follow me. Also, I deeply desire the help and cooperation, the assistance, the understanding of you, my friends, whose wisdom, development and experience are equal or greater than my own. I ask your guidance and protection from any influence or any source that might provide me with less than my stated desires.

Stewart Edward White’s Affirmation
Friends, whatever I have of capacity and power to attract and pass on from the Source, I wish you to have and to use in whatever way is in the best interests of the work we are doing. It is for you only, and no other need apply.

And then, I fell back to sleep and started to dream . . . I kept slipping back and forth in that “bridge world” that exists between dreams and wakefulness . . .

I find myself back in Montana near our small 22 acre farm in Sun River Valley where I grew up. The light is dark. It feels like it’s towards evening. There’s not a lot of clarity right now. It’s kind of like being in a subdued or gray toned watercolor painting—a painting where the colors are all running together into one another.

I get the feeling that I want to go somewhere. I decide to take a short jaunt—“short” jaunt. Hah, hah, hah! It’s over 16 miles—up the valley and on the bench to the town of Fairfield. I begin running. It feels so good to be able to run so fast, to run so freely and easily. In a few moments, I find myself on the outskirts of the small farming community town of Fairfield. I enter on the east side of town like I use to when I was a kid and before they put in that new road that brings you around to enter on the west side of town. I notice the old “Meyer’s Ditch Company” to my left and the “7 to 11” store on my right. In my dream, there’s a “round-about” here now. I wait for an old fashioned trolley to pass, and then I dart across the street.

I remember that my older sister, Terry, lives with her husband just a mile or so on the outskirts of Fairfield. I think: “Oh, wouldn’t it be fun if I just surprise her by dropping by her place unexpectedly and saying, ‘Hi sis! I was just in the area. Thought I’d drop by and say, “Hello.””

I look down and notice that I have no shoes on—just some old thick woolen socks—and that I’m only wearing long-john tops and bottoms and a zip-up hooded sweat shirt. I also notice that I have my wallet with me. The thought comes into my mind that I better get some shoes and pants before I go and see my sister Terry.

I remember that there’s a thrift store in Fairfield. I head up town to go there. I can’t find the front entrance, so I enter in at a backdoor. I can tell that this isn’t the right way into the shop. I notice a sheet of ragged black plastic hanging down in front of me like a veil or curtain. I can hear a couple of ladies in the back of the thrift shop visiting. It feels like they are the “owners” or “keepers” of this shop. I call out, “Excuse me, but how do I get to the front of this shop?”

They kindly and patiently give directions:

“Go left, then right, then down some stairs.”

I go back out the way I came. I go left, then right, open a door and go down these old broken and dilapidated wooden stairs. They’re completely covered in this huge pile of shifting and sliding sand and debris. The area I’m descending into seems to be some junky garage type area. I notice an old yellow truck used for potato harvesting and sorting, some old car axels, some old rusted metal milk crates, some old boards over the tops of 50 gallon drums, and other assorted pieces of typical old garage junk. Once at the bottom, I hear some children playing. I walk over to what seems to be the back entry to some kind of child care center.

I realize that I must be lost again because this can’t be the right way into the thrift shop. So, I start to climb back out. The sand and debris keeps sifting out from under my feet with each labored step upward. At last, I’m almost out and back to the top landing again. I call out—actually it’s more like I “think” out: “Hey, I’m lost again. How about a little help here?”

I get a “sending” from the “ladies” in the thrift shop upstairs. They send this: “smiling, kindly, patient, ‘my you are entertaining’-type message”—kind of like the message a loving parent or older sibling would give to their clumsy—but highly entertaining—younger son, or younger brother, that they are particularly fond of.

“Hang in there. We’re sending someone down to get you.”

I keep struggling upward. To my right, I notice some wooden and concrete staircase remnants. I reach my right foot over there, get a bit of a firm footing, and push up.

A “guy” walks in from above. He reaches a hand down towards me. I push off with my right foot as the pile of sand shifts and slides out from under me, and reach upward to grab his extended hand.

I wake up and record this dream. It feels really significant and rich in symbolism for me. It was a very pleasant and interesting dream. It kind of feels like the “two ladies” who were the “keepers” of the thrift shop and the “guy” who reached down his hand to help me up were more advanced spiritual beings who might have been some of my “spirit guides.” As Karen always says, “I welcome any impressions or insights any of you would like to share.

[karen659]

Originally Posted by Montana Keith

Hi Karen,
I posted this dream on another thread I started in this forum, but I just wanted to make sure you got it so I posted it here in your thread too.... --Keith

......I look down and notice that I have no shoes on—just some old thick woolen socks—and that I’m only wearing long-john tops and bottoms and a zip-up hooded sweat shirt. I also notice that I have my wallet with me. The thought comes into my mind that I better get some shoes and pants before I go and see my sister Terry.

I remember that there’s a thrift store in Fairfield. I head up town to go there. I can’t find the front entrance, so I enter in at a backdoor. I can tell that this isn’t the right way into the shop. I notice a sheet of ragged black plastic hanging down in front of me like a veil or curtain. I can hear a couple of ladies in the back of the thrift shop visiting. It feels like they are the “owners” or “keepers” of this shop. I call out, “Excuse me, but how do I get to the front of this shop?”

They kindly and patiently give directions:

“Go left, then right, then down some stairs.”

I go back out the way I came. I go left, then right, open a door and go down these old broken and dilapidated wooden stairs. They’re completely covered in this huge pile of shifting and sliding sand and debris. The area I’m descending into seems to be some junky garage type area. I notice an old yellow truck used for potato harvesting and sorting, some old car axels, some old rusted metal milk crates, some old boards over the tops of 50 gallon drums, and other assorted pieces of typical old garage junk. Once at the bottom, I hear some children playing. I walk over to what seems to be the back entry to some kind of child care center.

I realize that I must be lost again because this can’t be the right way into the thrift shop. So, I start to climb back out. The sand and debris keeps sifting out from under my feet with each labored step upward. At last, I’m almost out and back to the top landing again. I call out—actually it’s more like I “think” out: “Hey, I’m lost again. How about a little help here?”

I get a “sending” from the “ladies” in the thrift shop upstairs. They send this: “smiling, kindly, patient, ‘my you are entertaining’-type message”—kind of like the message a loving parent or older sibling would give to their clumsy—but highly entertaining—younger son, or younger brother, that they are particularly fond of.

“Hang in there. We’re sending someone down to get you.”

I keep struggling upward. To my right, I notice some wooden and concrete staircase remnants. I reach my right foot over there, get a bit of a firm footing, and push up.

A “guy” walks in from above. He reaches a hand down towards me. I push off with my right foot as the pile of sand shifts and slides out from under me, and reach upward to grab his extended hand.

I wake up and record this dream. It feels really significant and rich in symbolism for me. It was a very pleasant and interesting dream. It kind of feels like the “two ladies” who were the “keepers” of the thrift shop and the “guy” who reached down his hand to help me up were more advanced spiritual beings who might have been some of my “spirit guides.” As Karen always says, “I welcome any impressions or insights any of you would like to share.

Keith,
I will say that your 'impressions' are probably the most significant for any dream interpretation, as you were the one who experienced those 'feelings' and events. I already agree, however, that these individuals within the store most likely were actual guides for you, as they were most helpful in answering all requests for help. (I also know the 'fun-entertaining' aspect is almost always a part of any interaction with my guides as well! lol)

I also want to tell you that I remember a dream I had that was almost exactly like this one about a year ago....only I didn't have the ladies and guy to help! But it was a thrift store with junk all over to wade through, and children waiting at the back door step....

I thought I'd share some interpretations found online that may help in giving insight to some symbolism here:

Clothing
To dream of your clothes, is symbolic of your public self and how you are perceived. It is indicative of the act you put on in front of others. Clothes is also an indication of your condition and status in life. (You are feeling vulnerable and open in your perceived 'less than optimal' dress, and need to find proper 'cover' to visit family)

Shoes
To dream that you are not wearing any shoes, signifies that you have a lack of confidence in yourself and low self-assurance. You may be dealing with issues concerning your self-identity. Thus if you dream that you lose your shoes, then it suggests that you may be searching for your identity and finding/exploring who you are. If your forget your shoes, then it suggests that you are leaving restraints behind you. You are refusing to conform to some idea or attitude.

Thrift store
To dream that you are at a thrift shop, suggests that there are still things to be learned and gained from past experiences or what is seemingly worthless. The thrift shop may also symbolize ideas or skills that you may have forgotten and can draw from in a current situation.

Children
To see children in your dream, signifies your own childlike qualities or a retreat back to a childlike state. It is an extension of your inner child during a time of innocence, purity, simplicity, and a carefree attitude. You may be longing for the past and the chance to satisfy repressed desires and unfulfilled hopes.

Junk
To see junk in your dream, symbolizes your need to get rid of and discard old ways of thinking and old habits.

Sand
To see sand in your dream, signifies a shift in perspective or a change in your attitude.

In essence, it makes sense...you are right now trying to sort through your past learning to see how it will fit with what's happening now in your life, and finding there are things (perspectives) that may need to be more open or changed in order to learn more about what you are seeking. Your guides are there to help you, whenever you ask, you just have to 'reach out' to them....

Just my two cents, but I hope it helps!!

Karen

[Montana Keith]

Hi Karen,
Thanks for the input. The information you included was really helpful in helping me to understand this dream better.

You mention that you had a dream about a year ago that was quite similar to this one of mine. Is it recorded on your blog, and if so what is the date? I'd love to read about it. I wish you well this day. --Keith

[karen659]

Originally Posted by Montana Keith

Hi Karen,
Thanks for the input. The information you included was really helpful in helping me to understand this dream better.

You mention that you had a dream about a year ago that was quite similar to this one of mine. Is it recorded on your blog, and if so what is the date? I'd love to read about it. I wish you well this day. --Keith

Keith, I just spent quite a while going through my blog entries, and cannot find that experience! I only hope it wasn't one that I didn't write up! (which would be unusual, but always possible!)- especially since I can still recall what the 'junk shop' looked like inside, the cracked/broken step I had to climb up to get into the shop, as well as the children who were waiting for me when I came out!

<sigh> - I promise, if I find it, I'll post it....

But thanks for making me sort through my writings....I see now there are quite a few I didn't post and maybe should have...I can see just how far I have progressed in the past year and am just amazed...

Glad you found my post helpful...always makes my day!!

Karen

[karen659]

I have been having some very different types of ‘dreams’ and OBEs lately in the sense that I feel I do not have the control or ability to determine my movements in a pre-planned manner.

I thought since there aren’t any great experiences to report, I would still share a sample of what I am encountering at this time. The past few weeks have been rather upsetting and disconcerting for me, and I know this always plays a role in my OOB experiences, usually in reducing the frequency of exit. However, I know I am still ‘getting out’, but have neither the recall nor the ability to determine my movements as I once did.

11/19/08

I became aware of my signal that I was ready to roll out and attempted to move. It was very difficult to get up out of the body as I had to exit from my side instead of straight up. It was dark once again, feeling blind and heavy, yet I could hear noises clearly. There were conversations and white static type noise drifting in and out.

I knew due to my real life issues that concentrating would be difficult so I had set the intention prior to meet with my guide Richard and ask for his help. While standing there, I remembered to ask, “Richard, where are you?” and immediately received the answer from the other side of the front door, “I am here”. However, it was just too heavy and thick to move and I reentered my body and faded back to being aware.

Shortly thereafter, I exited a second time, but once again had no control. I felt as though I was being pulled backward down the other bedroom hallway (one I have never traveled down before in an OBE). I could feel my arms out to my sides, and the different textures as we passed through the various walls and objects. I could feel the floating and flying sensation, however, it faded to blackness and I have no further recall.

A third time this same night I was aware of being awake and feeling the vibrations start. I was consciously able to increase and decrease their intensity, sometimes to the point of being almost painful. I was not able to exit, but then realized my ‘astral vision’ was opening as I clearly saw ‘into’ the aperture that was opening. I knew I was lying on the couch, looking up into the most beautiful starry sky once again, but through a ‘windshield’ of sorts, that quickly became a canopy of leaves. I knew I was wide awake, in a very light state of consciousness and yet seeing the night sky as it was framed by the gentle sway of leaves on trees.

It was also during this timeframe that I recall seeing my husband and son come into the living room and leaving through the front door, as I felt there had been a fire call they had to respond to (both volunteer firemen). I was astonished later that morning upon talking with him that there was no fire call and that he and my son did not ever leave the house! It had to have been a false awakening and I had no idea!

11/15/08

I am not classifying this experience as dream or OBE, as I just have no idea which it was. Honestly though, I feel there is no difference anyway when it comes to symbolism and meaning. There is always something to learn from both!

I was aware I was in the process of helping some people that needed my assistance. I remember these people were of the ‘homeless, destitute, unkempt’ type individuals and I was giving them a place to stay. For some reason, I had a ‘wig’ I would put on that would make me more ‘like them’ so that I would ‘fit in’ better. (It appeared to me to be a ‘dreadlock’ type wig). For some reason, a few wanted to leave in the middle of the night, and I was busy trying to make sure they would be safe once they left the house.

Next recall I have is that I am in another area and see one of these ‘messy-hair’ men along the way. He is upset that someone had broken his ‘control’ stick so I handed him mine that I knew I had just bought prior to coming. He was most appreciative of my gesture.

I continued on into another room, this one made entirely of cold, dark, dank stone. There was this disheveled young male in there with very dark (makeup-type) circles under his eyes giving him a creepy disturbing image. I remember thinking I should be afraid, yet I had no fear.

I looked around the room and walked to the back corner. Standing there, I was amazed as I watched this light colored jar/jug move on its own closer to me, and then quickly change into a ‘white light’ area on the floor with a saying written inside this area. I am not sure the exact wording but it registered as something akin to ‘loving one another’ or ‘love your neighbor as yourself’ or something to that effect.

As I read it, I acknowledged it as a ‘religious truth’ to live by, and the young man walks up to me. He’s telling me all about how “big this will be” (as he is pointing to the far corner of the room), “it’ll be made all out of chrome”. I said “What will be? What are you making?” and I get the word ‘centomere’ (?sp) or ‘sarcomere’. (I got the feeling it was a closed box of some kind - ?casket-like?)

Not knowing what that is, I ask ‘what is that for?’ and he says, “it’s for your kindness”. I felt so appreciative of this gesture, realizing he wanted to build this in tribute to me and my ‘kindness’. I try to say, ‘oh no, it’s not necessary’ and so on, but I was immediately brought back to full awareness with the feeling that I was not to say this and should allow him to show his appreciation.

In reviewing the recording, the word ‘centomere’ was repeated three times, so I’m assuming that is how it registered to me. I have no idea if such a thing exists, however, in this experience, it did!

[Montana Keith]

Hi Karen,
Happy Friday! I hope all is going well for you and your family. I just wanted to let you know I’ve read your latest post. I admire your dedication in continuing to record your experiences. I really do believe that explorers in consciousness need the same observation skills that wilderness explorers used hundreds of years ago. I think a lot of things we notice and record will not make sense to us at the time. However, as we look back on our logs of these events, I predict that many of the pieces will fit together.

Concerning the word “centomere” which will be all made out of “chrome,” I’ve been pondering this today. This may have no connection, but I looked up the word “centomere” on google. I didn’t find it; however, I found a word that was spelled quite similar: “centromere.” According to what I read: “A centromere is the constricted region near the center of a human chromosome. This is the region of the chromosome where the two sister chromatids are joined to one another.” I do find it interesting that you noticed a word “centomere” which was to be something build out of chrome for your kindness. There may be no connnection here. However, the word “centromere” is very similar to “centomere,” AND “chromosome” and “chrome” are similar.

I did some further research, and I discovered an article entitled: “Is Centrioles or Centromere the Center of Consciousness?”

Here is the introduction to this article:

Modern day consciousness research is centered around centrioles, an organel that emerges during the cell division and divides and move to the poles, develops spindle fibers that attaches to the centromere of the chromosome to split and pull them to two poles to cause the division. This branch of research was initiated by a brilliant Anesthetist Dr. Stuart Hameroff who teamed with equally brilliant quantum physicist Roger Penrose.

But the question here is centrioles the center of consciousness. A little logical analysis of the process of cell division should tilt our focus from the centrioles to centromere. Let us quickly review the steps involved cell division. . .

Anyway, the article takes off from there and goes on for another 50 plus pages. I’m not a quantum physicist, but the little I read was so fasinating. Again, I may be off on a wild goose chase. At any rate, my own search of “centromeres” has lead me to information on consciousness that I wasn’t aware of before, so thank you for your “hint.” Take care. –Keith

[karen659]

Keith, WOW! That is absolutely fascinating that you put the 'chrome' and chromosome together with the 'centromere'!! I am amazed at even the remote chance of it having a connection!

Prior to this experience, I had never heard of a centromere, and having only done a quick Google search on 'centomere', I didn't find anything. There was just something so important about this word with this experience, as I found it unusual that I repeated it so many times in my recording. (You will see the word sarcomere written in the post, which is a word I have heard of - so that may have been my physical mind attempting to make a word I know had meaning)

There has to be something to this, now that you have pointed this 'chrome' connection out. During the experience, I 'pictured' a fully chrome box of some sort, taking up most of the corner of the room. What it all means is a total mystery to me...

Then you find this 'center of consciousness' post relating to the centromeres and chromosomes...wow...you just can't say its a coincidence....lol Now, I just have to wait until the pieces fit together and it all makes more sense...

At least it was a benefit to someone (you) at this time in showing you where to get more information for your own learning...

Thanks again SO much for the kind words and most interesting post!

Karen

[karen659]

11/23/08

With the advice that I may be hindering my own experiences by believing I was ‘too stressed’ to do them (thanks, Robot_Butler!), I made a specific attempt to get OOB last night with positive affirmations and beliefs that I could do so! As you will read, it did work (!) although it was only for short excursions, but at least I also had some new learning.

I am on my couch and after my usual induction, realize I am staring at an object in the room yet knew that my eyes were closed. I thought then I must be able to get out, so I just attempted to climb off the couch as if awake, not waiting for any usual signal.

Now I know I am OOB as I felt the very heavy and very strong tugging once again. I fall to the floor, trying to pull away, looking at front door and affirming, “to the door!” I find I am not moving easily, so I turned over to look back at couch and can see the ‘lumps’ of me under the blankets. At that point I was able to move easier to the front door and out to the front step. (Did my ‘mind’ have to see this to believe I was out?)

Outside, I’m thinking of what I wanted to do, thought about visiting JP, but then just started floating up and enjoying the freedom of spirit. I also remember that, despite my strong desire to “flip, fly, and zoom” (lol) once again, I had wanted to do something ‘constructive’ if I got out.

As I’m floating up, I was surprised to hear what sounded like a radio announcer voice (male) coming from behind me. I turned back, saw no one, so I asked “who’s there?” and “does anyone want to talk to me?”

I hear the static-type words in response to my questions, although I could not make out any specific words. I say, “I’m sorry but I can’t understand” and then heard it again, but now in a different position, as if moving away. I decided to follow where the voice was going, even though I had no idea what it was saying. I did ask, “Is it ok if I follow you?” as we moved up higher into the starry sky. Hearing the same static voice response and not knowing if it was ok, I said, “Well, if it’s not ok then just let me go to where it is best for me right now.”

Immediately I felt the usual backward bumpy ride through a long black tunnel and when the moving sensation stopped, I found myself pulled up into this station platform of sorts.

I find myself very much aware of standing on this platform, with a very sharp transition of consciousness. It was very unusual transition, and it felt like I had been there already and just became awake and functional in a new ‘form’.

People were walking back and forth, and I could see the exit beyond. I felt I was supposed to meet someone, so I was hoping they would recognize me and make an attempt to communicate. I made eye contact with a young blond female who smiled, and yet she continued to walk past me.

There was an entirely different ‘feel’ to this area, a very ‘real’ concrete appearance and sensations. My ‘body’ no longer felt the lightness as it did prior to getting here.

With all the new sensations, as well as my concern that no one in particular was going to meet me here, I think I had my ‘real life’ fears of being in a strange place, unassisted and without a means of communication settle in. It was due to these new feelings and subsequent fears that I immediately found myself back in body on the couch, not able to investigate this ‘station’ further.

After recording the last experience, I settled back in for another attempt, thinking I might want to stay in the near physical and visit my mother’s house down the road. The second exit was much easier, again with no clear signal, I just knew when it was time to climb out. This time I felt that strong tugging, but pulling me toward the bedroom hallway, similar to a previous experience. I felt unsteady and was trying to regain control, as I remembered that the last time I went down that hallway my experience ended quickly.

I regained my control and headed out the front window. I aim for my mother’s house, and recall seeing the same trees along the path that are there in real life. I put my arms out to feel the hanging branches, enjoying the texture changes as I passed through them. I stopped, thought that it might be interested to see if I could ‘physically’ touch them, and then made the attempt to shake the limbs.

Looking back toward my house I was amazed that I had the ability to make these branches ‘physically’ move, seeing their response to my intention to move them, despite the fact I was just able to pass through them a moment ago. I realized it was my intention to now move them that gave me the ability to do so.

I continued on to the house but realized it was very early morning (I recall even checking a clock to see what time it was!) Realizing no one will be awake even though I saw a light on, I faded back to full awareness on the couch. In hindsight, I’m sure it was my expectation that no one would be around that stopped this experience.

The third exit this night was different in that I became aware I was recording a previous OBE while riding in a car! I recognized this as ‘not right’ so I started a “running commentary” in my recording as to what I am doing because I knew I was aware that I am ‘dreaming’.

The car moved up a steep hill I recall being near my home, and then as it started rolling down the hill, I knew it was going to roll over and so I took that as a signal for exit to become OOB. I am flying high, heading back toward my mother’s house and can now look down to see my dog Buddy running under me and barking. I holler to him, ‘come on, Buddy!’ hoping to have him join me, but for some reason this time he didn’t.

Once again I can feel the textures as I go through things, and it was very hard to try to remember just what it was that I wanted to do. I then remembered, “oh yeah, go inward now!” as I started to spin to induce it.

I could feel the physical ‘touch’ of things all around me as I spun which was not usual and caught me off guard. I wondered why I could feel these physical sensations and stopped the spinning. Immediately, the experience ended and I felt it may have been due to my concern that I was able to tangibly feel objects around me.

This exit was different in that I found myself using my tape recorder recalling a previous OBE, then realizing it isn’t right so continued taping as I took control.

This led to my last experience where I find I am once again recording another OBE experience I just had, talking through each and every step, only to become fully awake shortly thereafter and realizing nothing has been recorded! All I have for recall of my last exit this night is the fact that I was walking along a fence while recording.

Somehow while recording, I let go of hanging onto what I just did because I ‘knew’ it was being taped, so when I fully awaken, there is no memory. Now I am wondering if the act of recording my experiences is possibly hindering my ability to recall, as it seems to now be incorporated into a ‘false awakening’ of sorts.

Thanks for reading and any insight,
Karen

[karen659]

11/27/08 Black Hole and a Retrieval

Finally, after many unusual OBEs over the past few weeks, I think I have put together some answers as to why I was having these changes. You will remember that my exits have varied, from the lightest, simplest type feelings to the most heavy, cumbersome sensations with difficulty moving and actual physical ‘touch’ sensations.

Last night (this morning actually) it seems I had a chance to help someone who was unable to pass over completely, as another ‘soul retrieval’. I have been asking many times lately for the chance to help others in this capacity once again; similar to the fantastic OBE I had with Stephanie (see #52 in my blog). However, it when it didn’t happen after many requests, I made other plans last night (intention) to go see JP should I get out.

I DO remember, however, having the thought just prior to sleep that since it was Thanksgiving that it WOULD be nice if I could show my gratitude and find someone to help…so I’m wondering if that thought was put there as an indication of what was to happen!

The first exit I recall was an easy exit, one that I knew I could just climb out and move through the door to my bedroom porch. From there I remembered I had wanted to go visit JP this time, and started to drift upward. I was a bit discouraged though to find myself back in bed, waking up!

So I intended again, and became aware of sensations where I thought I might be able to exit. This time, it was the ‘heavy’ exit, and it literally felt as though I was ‘pouring myself’ out of body, off the side of the bed! I was so ‘thick’ that I could not be certain whether I was actually falling off the side of the bed or exiting!! lol

Getting to a standing position next to the bed, I moved to the door, and upon easily passing through it to the porch, it gave me the validation I was indeed OOB. This time, however, I was amazed at the ‘physical’ touch sensations returning, as I clearly felt the railing of the porch under my hands.

In hindsight, I now know that this exit was very close to ‘physical realm’, hence the ability to be OOB yet have tactile senses, which was necessary for the encounter that followed.

I suddenly found myself back in bed, lying on my right side (as I knew I really was), and felt these big strong arms encircling my chest from behind! My mind was reeling at first, not knowing what was going on, as I knew this was NOT my husband! I remember yelling, ‘No!’ and moving away, yet for some reason I didn’t move far.

I heard a male voice say, ‘But we had so much fun the last time!’ and this again sent my mind thinking ‘what is going on here??!’ I was in a state of confusion, and yet remaining calm (as best I could!), and was given the knowledge that something unusual was happening when I then heard this same male voice say in a child-like quality, “but I’m so afraid of falling into that big black hole!”

It was then that I realized someone was here that needed my help, and I instinctively knew it was a mentally challenged older adult male. Apparently I had been with him before, as he remembered the ‘fun’ we had at another time (probably one of those lost recalls I had!)

Now I realized I had to get him to talk to me and open to the possibility of other seeing other ‘people’ to help him to pass over. (His spirit guides who he cannot see due to his belief and fear of the ‘black hole’). I asked, ‘so why are you so afraid of the black hole?’ as I moved to upright position with him next to me in the bedroom.

There was no answer to this question and I knew right away it was not the right approach. So now I say, ‘so how about we play a game?’ and he was much delighted with this idea. I said this game would involved searching for ‘things’ as I wanted him to get into the mode of looking for things he would not usually be receptive to.

I asked, ‘how about we look for a kitty-cat?’ and he said, no, he didn’t like them. So I said, “well, I know you like puppy dogs, so let’s go look for a puppy dog!” His excitement was obvious, so I added one more idea to his thinking by saying, ‘but the game is so much more fun if we had more people to play with us!’

At this time, I distinctly heard a female voice come from the bedroom door area, indicating she was there and wanted to play with us. (In hindsight, this had to have been his guide, waiting for the chance to be seen – but I did not see anyone, just heard her.) I told the man, ‘look, Mary is here, and wants to play with us!’ and we all started the game of searching for the puppy.

What is odd is that during this entire time of interacting with the male, I was in a darkened room with very limited vision, and really just moved about by ‘feel’. I was not able to see him clearly, but I had the feeling he was a tall, lanky, thin male. I never even thought about asking him his name!

The next recall I have is of this male lying contentedly and happily in his bed, very much similar to the way I last saw Stephanie. I moved next to him, stroked his face with my hand, and told him I was going to tell him a story to help him sleep. It was at this time I was able to actually see his face – long thin large-featured face – with a big smile!

I felt myself transitioning back to fully awake as I sat by him, becoming aware I was in my same sleeping position as I started this experience. Realizing what just happened, I was once again taken in by the awesome feeling of joy and happiness that ended this experience, and expressed my extreme gratitude for allowing me to once again be of assistance to someone who needed some help.

To me, this was the best way to spend Thanksgiving Day!

Thanks for reading,
Karen

[Montana Keith]

Dear Karen,
You continue to amaze me. Thank you for the time and effort you've taken in writing and posting your latest two experiences. Dang, you truly are an "explorer in consciousness." I've read about "soul retrieval" but to actually dialogue with someone who is experiencing this is a whole different level of awareness. Perhaps as I develop my own abilities in this area, I do will be able to assist others in this manner.

You always do such a good job and show such integrity in relating your experiences. I hope you and your family had a wonderful Thanksgiving.

I just want to mention again that your dream of November 15th has proven the "key" to some amazing information for me. Here are some of your words from this dream:

As I read it, I acknowledged it as a ‘religious truth’ to live by, and the young man walks up to me. He’s telling me all about how “big this will be” (as he is pointing to the far corner of the room), “it’ll be made all out of chrome”. I said “What will be? What are you making?” and I get the word ‘centomere’ (?sp) or ‘sarcomere’. (I got the feeling it was a closed box of some kind - ?casket-like?)

Especially, the words of "how big this will be" are proving true in ways that you may not realize. In my earlier post, I mentioned an article I had found entitled: "Is Centrioles or Centromere the Center of Consciousness?"

This article comes from the following site: Is Centrioles or Centromere the Center of Consciousness

The author of this site is from India and is a scientist, a biotechnologist, by education. I have been reading through his many articles since you shared this dream. In fact, I have been sacrificing a lot of sleep to do this. Being I'm not a scientist by background, I sometimes have difficulty comprehending some of his words. However, I feel I'm getting the essence of what he is sharing. And truly, it feels like "some thing" that is really BIG and SIGNIFICANT.

I can't explain it with my mind, but I often sense that there definitely are more evolved "spiritual guides" who have a wonderful sense of humor and who are using really "inventive" ways to bring things into our awareness.

Just wanted to let you know that that I believe your dream of November 15th is an example of this. Thanks so much for taking time to record it and to share it here. I wish you and your family well this day. --Keith