I go through periods when I’m having experiences, and this is one of them. Last Tuesday night I was meditating and suddenly shot out of my body, up through the ceiling and into the sky. I was really racing, going higher and higher, and fast. It was wonderfully energetic, delicious and marvelous. I was literally racing out into the stars when a wise, gentle presence came close to me and told me to go home. I recognized this being immediately: it was my dad. The last time I made a clean break with my body like that was in late 1986, and at that time I tried to get back in but couldn’t–not until my dad came and helped me. Same deal this time. The difference? Last time I wanted to. This time, I could have just kept going. I have a destination out there somewhere, and one day, I will go. But first I’ve still got things to do here and more life to live with my wife and family. So dad’s right. Here I am, back again.
The second thing happened last Thursday night when our virtual meditation group meets. I was sitting in a chair dozing, trying to get up the energy to do the meditation. The next thing I knew, a book literally shot out of the bookcase across the room and landed at my feet. And, believe me, I woke right up, got into my meditation posture and started meditating!
This morning at about 5:30, the third thing happened. I sleep under a window, and as I woke up I saw a vast flotilla of dots of light moving northward in a graceful formation, all at exactly the same speed. I thought I was dreaming, but it quickly became apparent that this was not the case. In that moment, I sensed that they were souls on a journey of great holiness and mystery, perhaps the dead of the night going home.
I got up and felt the sweet of predawn around me, and sat for a time by myself with the beauty of what I had seen. I don’t think that moment will ever leave me.