Last September 15, I published a journal entry about an OBE I’d just had. It was remarkable, and now has become even more so. I have them fairly frequently and I can sometimes induce them, but this one stood out for four reasons: first, it was induced from the outside; second, somebody saw me as I left the place I was in; third, I went to a place that I was able to describe in detail, and it turned out that people at the conference I was attending knew the place well; fourth, I have now gone physically to that place, which I had previously visited only OBE and had never seen in the physical before.
This combination of events makes this the most powerful OBE I have ever experienced. I recounted it in detail in my last entry about it, but I will go over it again here, and then explain the new dimension it has taken on.
I was at a conference at an institute in northern California. At three in the morning of the 3rd, I woke up and meditated as I have been doing since the visitors came and asked this of me in September of 2015. As you may imagine, this is hard. It’s always hard, but especially so when fatigued from traveling and being part of a conference that was, to say the least, very dynamic and engaging. But I did it, then went back to bed and gratefully off to sleep for the rest of the night. At 4:30 I was awakened by a terrific blast of electricity shooting up my spine. I was instantly wide awake and also furious. I said aloud, "I meditated at three. Don’t make me do this again." I waited, but the only response was silence. So I got up, dragged myself into the posture and meditated for a few minutes, albeit not very deeply. Then I all but fell back into the bed.
At once, I was out of my body. Complete break. I was in the hallway of the dorm. I was also astonished, but aware that I might be able to make myself seen if anybody was awake. I tried to go to the room of the conference organizer, and thought I had, but as I approached a man’s bedside, I shot up through the ceiling and into the sky. I was not in control of this. Somebody else was doing it. I went up really high. Awesome height, a terrific sense of altitude. Indeed, I was so high that I could see the line of dawn far to the east. Below me, I could see a couple of lights and the darker inlets of the ocean.
Then I went shooting down at an angle, moving eastward. In no more than a few seconds, I found myself in front of a building. It was early morning here, meaning that I was somewhere in the eastern US or Canada. I saw a young man come out of the building with a backpack on, turn and go toward a parking area. I moved toward the building, which I assumed was a dormitory. I went in, finding myself in a foyer. There were couches and chairs. It was a sitting area. On one wall was a large, very black object of a kind I have seen before while OBE. These are not visible at the physical level. I think that they are living creatures, but what they do I don’t know. My sense is that they collect energy in the same way that leeches collect blood. Perhaps a specific type of energy, I don’t know. But they are so black that I would think that negative energy is what they are there for.
I went down a short hall and arrived at the doorway of a dorm room. It was opened a bit, and beside it there was a tall object leaning against the wall. It had a fluted end and I took it to be some sort of musical instrument, maybe a dulcimer. But if so, It was a big one.
It crossed my mind that I was very far from the northern California institute and getting quite involved in this place. I’ve had trouble getting back into my body from time to time, so I began to think about returning. As this thought crossed my mind, I was entering the dorm room. I have only a flash of that. I saw an empty bed and maybe another bed with somebody in it, I’m not sure. In any case, I found myself going up. As I passed above the roofs of the campus, I saw a building with a cupola on it. Then I was racing back and, the next thing I knew, I was in my body again.
What I did not know is that one of the participants in the weekend was frantically texting a friend in another room that he had just seen me in the OBE state enter his room, then disappear. Later that morning, I reported the OBE to the conference. (It was held under a privacy agreement, so I cannot say more about its purpose, who was there, where exactly it was, etc. Suffice to say that it involved scientists and academics.)
I next discovered that a) the conferee who’s bedroom I had entered had seen me and that a group of them recognized the campus I described. It was theirs.
Two weeks ago, I went to the campus. From past experience, I knew that, when I came physically to a place where I had previously been OBE, there would be an immediate moment of recognition when I reached the exact location of the OBE. But while I had experienced this before, I’d never done so when I’d only previously been to the spot in the OBE state. Indeed, most of my OBEs have involved either travel into the next layer of reality or into places in the physical which I know.
When I was taken to the dorm where they thought I’d been, the outside of it didn’t really click like that. It could have been that building or another. But the moment I entered the foyer, I experienced the most unusual memory I have ever known: I was right in the middle of a space that I had never seen before in my life, except out-of-body.
I proceed down the hall, and there leaning against the wall was not a dulcimer, but another long object with a fluted end, something I had never been aware of before, a type of skateboard called a longboard. It had a curved end and was the precise length I had seen. As I was unaware of longboards, my mind had envisioned the object as something similar that I had encountered before.
This, I think, shows a very interesting possible limitation of vision in the world of the soul. Without the wiring of the physical body to generate an objective image of something, one might not see what is really there, but rather something from one’s memory that is similar. I can’t prove it, of course, but my guess is that this happens to the dead. As the vast majority of them aren’t expecting it is probably very deceptive. Without realizing it, they perceive not the actual, physical world but an amalgam of memory and reality.
In any case, being there in that place that I could never have dreamed about but of which I had definite memory ranks as one of the most extraordinary experiences I have ever had in my life. Every other OBE I have ever had could, in some way, have been a dream. That is not possible in this case. When I walked into that foyer, I was in a place that I had been before. It was quite certain.
I’ve long assumed that OBE movement was real, but the assumption has been based on subjective experience. This is different. Having never been on that campus before, never been in that foyer, never seen that corridor except out-of-body, I now know that OBE movement is real. Consciousness can detach from the body.
I have known for a long time that there is an attachment along the spine. When utilizing Robert Monroe’s techniques, I find that I will have a separation when I begin feeling the pulsation that he describes in my body, which runs along the spine. And that night at the conference, there was a powerful shock along the spine that preceded the OBE.
I wasn’t trying for anything except to go back to sleep. I had no idea of doing an OBE. But it was done using me, and it was done for a reason. This is so that I could communicate the conviction that I now have that we are indeed more than physical entities.
It is one thing to believe this, another to know it. It is no longer for me a belief, but rather part of my knowledge. I know it in the same way that I know the rest of reality—that we breathe air, that the objects around me are real, that night will come and the stars will course.
But does this also mean that I know that the soul survives the death of the body? No, not at all. That is still for me a belief. Given all I have seen of the dead and the fact that I am so very close to my departed wife, it is a very strong belief, but it is not like this, a certainty.
It has changed me. I know now that we bear something very sacred within the cup of the body. It’s something I have believed for a long time, but this is fundamentally different.
As Wordsworth put it so exquisitely,
“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar…”
Not so much a sleep anymore, not for me, no. I hope, when you read this, you can say to yourself ‘yes, this adds to my store of possibilities for my own life, if not to my absolutely knowledge. But now, based on his experience, I can call the idea that I am an exquisite being cradled in my body more than a hope. I can call it a legitimate belief, and take a step deeper into my own search.’
My greater hope is that such knowledge will come to more of us, so that even as machines enter intelligence and possibly also consciousness, and penetrate into our brains and deepest thoughts, we can say with assurance, ‘I am still beyond this. I am still more. Yes, I belong to the material world, but I belong first and foremost to the mystery of being.’