At 4:10 on the morning of Sunday, September 4, I had an out-of-body experience that was in part witnessed by another person. I was able to return with enough information about where I had been that two other people were able to identify the place.
I was neither trying to have an OBE nor expecting one. I generally meditate every night before retiring, usually around eleven, and again at three in the morning. I don’t set an alarm so the small-hours meditation can be anywhere from one to about five. Both generally last half an hour.
On the morning of the 4th, I meditated at 2. I was at a private conference and tired from an arduous but wonderful day of presentations, including my own at 7PM the previous evening.
In it, I discussed for the most part my past year of unusual experiences, although I did range rather widely across my life. I talked of how a communication from Anne in October of 2015, a few months after her death, had led me to understand that when we meditate we become visible in other levels of reality, and that this was when she could see me.
I also mentioned that I had been having trouble doing out-of-body travel in this level of reality. I’ve been able to do it in the past, and have even managed a few materializations, two of them involuntary but all quite memorable, especially to the people who saw me. The way I do this is to sense myself as if I was in a normal, physical state–in effect, to meditate while out of the body. This will sometimes enable a person looking in my direction to see anything from ghostly blur to a solid, complete figure.
Later that same month, I began to be awakened forcibly at three to meditate, and have continued to do so every since. Through these meditations, I maintain not only a close contact with "the visitors," but also with my wife. Initially, the awakenings were quite harsh and painful, things that felt like needles being pushed under my toenails. Since then, the reminders have become much more gentle–soft voices saying "we’re ready," or chimes just loud enough to wake me up. Usually now, I wake up on my own.
So when I experienced a fantastic sort of a jolt at 4 after dutifully meditating at 2, I was initially furious. I was exhausted and had already done the meditation, so why would they wake me up again? Nevertheless, I got up and dragged myself into a chair and began the meditation process.
It didn’t work. I could not apply my attention to physical sensation in the usual way. As I have been doing this regularly for 50 years, this was quite a surprise. So I got back in bed.
What I had forgotten was OBE master Robert Monroe’s description of what happened to him just prior to his OBEs. He experienced a vibration that "felt much like an electric shock running through the body without the pain involved."
My jolt was similar but faster and quite painful. Like his, it started at the top of my head and went down my body. He describes the vibration as happening at about sixty cycles per second. I can induce that in myself, and when I do, I generally am able to leave my body, as Bob taught and is now taught at the Monroe Institute. This was a sort of amplified version of that same energy, I think, running much faster than sixty cycles a second.
The moment my head hit the pillow, I shot out of my body and up high over the small center where the conference was taking place. I was shocked and also absolutely thrilled, of course. I must have been at least 5,000 feet up. To the east, I could see a red line on the horizon, the first sign of coming dawn. To the west, the dark expanse of the ocean. Here and there, I saw lights, more to the south than to the north.
Looking down, I could make out some of the roads in the conference center. It was too dark for me to see the buildings. Nevertheless, I wanted to try to materialize in one of the dorm rooms before one of my fellow conferees. I attempted to do this, but thought I had failed, because the next thing I knew I was on what seemed to me to be a college campus.
Here, it was not dark. In fact, from the slanting sunlight and the sparkle, I thought it must be about 7 in the morning. So where was I? Not in California where the conference was being held.
I was in front of a square sort of a building. To my left, I could see a street with parked cars. A young man came out of the building and moved toward me. At once, I concentrated on sensing myself, attempting to intensify this enough to materialize.
I could see his mouth moving but could not hear what he might have been saying. Was he reacting to my presence? Unfortunately, I cannot be sure. He could just as easily been talking on a cellphone. He went on past without evincing any real surprise, so I suspect that he was talking to himself or singing, perhaps. It was very early and the middle of the Labor Day weekend, so there wasn’t anybody else about. Perhaps a few people in the distance. I’m not sure.
I then proceeded into the building. I found myself in a common room. On the wall were things that I used to see when I was OBE in this level of reality, that cannot generally be seen when one is in the physical. These were large black beetle-shaped creatures clinging to the walls. I saw nine of them on one wall, lined up in three rows of three.
I cannot assert that I know what these things are. I do sense that they are alive, and I have an idea that they collect, or feed on, energy of some kind. Not physical heat, but, I suspect, emotional heat. In my experience, they are ubiquitous in our world. I don’t see them as dangerous. They are living beings of another materiality, doing what nature intends them to do.
There was nobody present in the common area, so I proceeded down a hallway. I may have ascended to another floor. I cannot be sure. Motion in that state is so effortless that you can go vast distances in an instant, flying on the wings of thought alone. However, I was concentrating on finding another person in that building, so that was where I remained.
It seemed to be empty. I did find one room in which somebody may have been sleeping, but I could not affect them. I saw leaning against a wall what looked like a tall, rather slim musical instrument. It did not seem to have a finish on it, as if it was still being made, perhaps partially sanded. It may have been a dulcimer or something else, but that was the general shape.
It then crossed my mind that I had absolutely no idea where I was. I knew only that I was far to the east of the conference center, because it was dawn here. So, somewhere in the northeast, thousands of miles away.
I had never been OBE so far from home in the physical level, and I began to wonder if I would have any trouble getting back. I decided to return to my body, and rose up out of the building. I went through floors and ceilings without thinking twice about it. One feels a slight resistance, if any, doing this.
As I rose out of the building, I saw in the middle distance a larger building with a distinctive cupola on it. I rose higher, which was exhilarating. As I did so, I got a glimpse of a pretty town, then I was back in my body.
The return was instantaneous. I had been concerned about being lost, but coming back involved no effort at all on my part.
I would like to return now to the moment that the event was initiated, and to what I said about out-of-body travel in my Saturday evening speech. I had mentioned that I had been unable to get out and remain in the physical in recent years, and also told the story of the materializations.
I think that somebody who was capable of moving me out of my body and controlling my flight listened to that talk and responded. In recent months, my implant has been turning on a lot, and all sorts of wonderful things happening as a result. I suspect that this is another one of those things.
Anne was always absolutely certain that the implant was a good thing. She was dead against my getting it removed and made me promise, after the failed attempt, to never touch it again. I’m glad that I made that promise, because, since her passing, it has been instrumental, I believe, in facilitating the rich communication between us.
I consider it a piece of technology that links different levels of reality, and every hour and every day of my life, I am grateful that it is with me, and so very glad that Anne’s intuition was so accurate. We removed just enough of it to be certain that it was there, and for the doctor to confirm that it is a completely unknown object. The video of the removal attempt is hosted in the subscriber area of this website.
At breakfast, one of the other conferees said that he had awakened at about four and glimpsed my face in his room. So the attempt to materialize may have worked, but it was only a brief glimpse.
Later that day, the group of us went to a nearby site to observe some artifacts of local interest. I had planned to drive, but at the last moment felt strongly that I should instead ride with one other participant in particular. So I ended up in a car with two people from the same college and the man who had observed the materialization.
Again, I do not think that this was an accident. I think that we were all drawn to that car because it was on the drive that the affirming conversation would take place.
As we rode, the individual who had seen my materialization described his experience. It was very like others that have happened, although shorter. I regret to say that, for the most part, I cannot control this. I know how it feels when it happens and can reproduce that feeling when OBE, but so far there has been no event when I have intentionally materialized and then been able to confirm this with the witness. The confirmed materializations have all been involuntary.
I then made the comment that I had definitely been to a college campus, but which one? It appeared to be a small college, but I didn’t see the whole place. I did, however, remember that dorm and the building with the cupola very clearly.
It wasn’t long before the other two people in the car had realized that it was their campus I had gone to. The dorm building may have been identified. The building with the cupola certainly was. When they showed me a picture, it was exactly as I remembered, and had described. It was that building.
The dorm was a bit more equivocal, and since the conversation, something has emerged in my mind that might be relevant as to its identification. I saw the front of it very clearly, and when they showed me a picture of it, the layout was exactly as I remembered, but not the decoration. However, it is an old building and perhaps has been refurbished, and I am thinking that I might have seen it as it appeared in the past, not the present.
This is not unusual in my experience of out-of-body travel. Time is not the same in that state as in this. Without the physical anchor, one slips and slides in time. In fact, I think that it may be possible, with discipline, to intentionally travel in time in that state.
I have composed this description because it is my belief that somebody unknown–whoever was managing the experience–did it in order to empower others to try this type of journeying, which can lead in so many marvelous directions, and so profoundly enrich life and soul.