“OBE’s and I… An Absurd story,” by FOAL.

As I said in my other blog post, when I had my first OBE in 2004, I had no idea what was happening to me. In fact, I didn’t even know such a term as astral projection or OBE existed. For five years, in the attempt of even having just a sniff of what this phenomenon could possibly be, I started buying books and books and books… but, unfortunately, the wrong kind of books. Assuming that something that happened at night when I was asleep must be some kind of dream, I went on buying books on dreams, but again, the first years I was not very lucky, or maybe not very smart in my choices.
Some dictionaries on the meaning of dreams felt like absolute nonsense to me and I could not identify my own experiences with what I was reading.

Then finally I came across Edgar Cayce` Association A.R.E., and followed an awesome course with Henry Reed on Dreams. It was finally something that made sense to me and it taught me a lot, but again, still, I could not find anything close to what I was experiencing at night.

The first decent book on dreams that made real sense to me, actually much more than decent, it was outrageously magnificent to me, was Robert Moss`s `The Three “Only” Things`, and there, I was finally getting the feeling that maybe this author was talking mainly of dreams, yes, but not only of dreams. Yet, his experiences and mine were still too different, and despite the fact that I loved every word, I was still on the search for anything or anybody in this wide world that could report anything similar to my own nightly vicissitudes.

It was only in December 2009, after five years of inexplicable things happening at night, that I had the great fortune of getting my hands on a copy of William Buhlman`s `Adventures Beyond The Body`, and came across the word OBE for the first time ever ! God Bless ! Now, this opened a complete different picture in my mind and I found myself realizing that, although I could still not relate to all, this author was indeed talking of something very close to what was happening to me or , at any rate, of a slightly different version of it.
In this book, the name Robert Monroe was mentioned more than once, and it stuck in my mind. I ordered Monroe`s books right away and started reading from the first.

OH- MY- GOD !!!

I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I had finally found what I had been looking for. This guy too had had no idea of what was happening to him, this guy too rushed to the doctors to have himself checked up, this guy too had his brain monitored! I WAS NOT ALONE !!!

No need to say that after this, I literally devoured his books, and then went on reading all of William Buhlman`s books and any other book on Astral Projection I could find.
Everything was at last falling into place… it was high time ! I felt such relief, actually something closer to joy than relief ! And, little by little, I found myself capable, for the first time, of talking about it with a few close friends. It’s not like I really needed to talk about this, but it was certainly a liberation not to have to keep it inside as if it were a contagious disease, or rather, a mental malady.
I came to realize that there were people who actually wanted these experiences, and that there were even methods to make them happen.

I must admit, that in my case, to this day, I have no method, no technique whatsoever in my arsenal . These astral projections just seemed to `happen` to me when I least expected them. And to say they happened in the most natural way is almost an understatement. No vibrations, no big thundering noises, no sense of falling, no nothing. And most of the times, it was almost always around midnight, right before falling asleep.

As far as I can recall, just before they `happen`, I usually feel sooo tired, so sleepy, my eyelids sort of cave in, getting heavier and heavier as I sink down into deep sleep. There is a sense of being sucked into the darkness of sleep, but this is so quick that it lasts only a few nanoseconds. Sometimes I don’t even recall going through this passage/process at all. How can I put it … it happens almost too simply… one moment I close my eyes and fall `into` sleep, next moment I open them up again and puff! Here I am in this `different` space. And wide awake. So totally wide awake, more awake than I could possibly be. It never ceases to amaze me, the quickness, the totality … the closing of my physical eyes and just a second later the opening of my `astral` eyes (but at that time, remember, I didn’t have this knowledge with me, and this word was not yet in my vocabulary). And these astral eyes feel so physical, so incredibly physical, but they are not …THEY ARE NOT, THEY ARE NOT PHYSICAL! My physical eyes, in fact, are completely shut and oblivious… Isn`t this incredible?! I am in my room, in my own bed, in exactly the same position I fell asleep in, yet, nevertheless, there is a totally different feel to the air around me. And so I know I’m `there` again. But where is `there`??? I had no idea.

Read more of FOAL’s writing on her blog
, Spiritual Journey of the Soul.

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