having experienced a few OBEs

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Except for when I was beside myself wanting out of my serious babe skin, of course, so I know there is validity to this stuff. I think some of the ways he tries to explain it are helpful. I think a lot of this is pretty suspicious-sounding, but there are some good bits in here that are helpful to people wanting to explore out of body.

No, really. OUT of my body. Body shivering from swimming in the surf, standing ankle deep in the Pacific, while I was riding in the passenger seat of an Austin Healy Sprite, with the top down, speeding north on Interstate 5 near Grants Pass, Oregon, 109° weather, three years before. Completely. Felt the wind and heat. Saw the inside of the car and the scenery whizzing by. Heard Blind Faith blasting from the stereo speakers. The works. WHILE I WAS STANDING NAKED AND SHIVERING ON STINSON BEACH, WITH THE COLD SEAWATER LAPPING UP AND AROUND MY ANKLES.

So the subject bears some scrutiny, okay?

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Mandy says:

I have been having OOBS since I was 6 or 7 years old. I didn't know what happened the first time I remember having one. I was put to bed by my parents, and couldn't sleep so I walked out to the living room. I saw my parents sitting on the couch watching TV. I couldn't get my voice out, and they would not look at me, like i was invisible. Later, I realized I was OOB, though it took me til the age of 15 to realize what these experiences really were. I have woke up floating over my bed, the roof, have flown over city and fields, have visited people I know. I have told them what they were doing and thinking...lol...and once busted my son being somewhere he shouldn't have been, while out of my body. I have maybe only several a year. They are spontaneous and usually happen if I let myself decide that I want to have one...the will. They never happen at the moment I want to have one... but within seven days. I've had proably enough experiences to write a short book about.

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Honeysucklebee says:

I dated a divorced man and a father of two when I was younger. I was in love with him. His son gave me a hard time when I was with his Dad. The relationship ended because I thought he was playing games with me. He was crushed when I left him. I remarried another man but always regretted leaving him and missed him for a long time. I would dream about him off and on. One night his son came to me in a dream and said he was sorry and told me his father always loved me. And I hugged his son and thanked him in the dream. Not long afterward my husband and I were in the nightclub and I "bumped" into the old boyfriend. I asked him how his children were doing. He told me his son died from an drug overdose. I've never had the opportunity to tell my old sweetheart about the dream. I think the son was patching things up. My old boyfriend has visited me in my dreams. He was a believer--like myself. He can't find me in the physical.

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Edil says:

This happened many years ago. Now that I am older and very interested in having this experiences they do not happen. The one that I remember being more curious is the one that I found myself moving through the apartment floor and walls. I found myself in the lobby and out of the building. There is a truck and they are unloading big plants in very big containers. I follow them into the elevator to see what they are doing. I observed when they start unloading two plants per floor and put each plant across in front of every elevator. When later during the day I had to leave to work at the airport. The first thing that I see are the beautiful plants in against the front wall of the elevator. I pushed all the buttons of the elevator and confirmed that during the morning they have been unloading plants in front of the elevator on each floor.

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During the months when my poppa was going about dying, I kept having dreams of him getting out of his lockdown. Each time he was younger and clearer. The last dream I had was of him completely back in his Elvis-Presley-handsome youth, packing up odd knickknacks and saying repeatedly: "I'm moving out." I had to go postal on my mother to let me come down and be with him. It was exactly as though he'd been waiting for me to get there. As soon as he saw me, he started letting himself start dying for real. Basically, I'm saying I think he was visiting me out of body. All the dreams I was having about him were true dreams—that's a term of art, meaning they weren't just the brain trying to get its mess in order, or even working out subconscious messages, but actual interaction with actual humans about actual things.

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