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altered states of consciousness was like walking upstairs and putting my ear up to the door. The pokes
and prods were like party noises I heard from outside. My first OBE was like opening the door and
walking into the party. What happened next was like going in, getting drunk and inviting everyone back
to my place!
The day was November 26, 1979. Twenty-four days had passed since my first two out-of-body
experiences of November 2. It had been two and one half months since I started exploring altered states
of consciousness, trying to learn about the OBE. My playing with altered states had shaken me up quite a
bit because of the pokes, prods, sounds and sensations I hadn't expected. My first OBE shook me up even
more; It was undeniably real and made the pokes and prods seem trivial in comparison. Little did I know
that my dabbling had opened some kind of psychic door.
I was living at home, while attending classes at the University and working part-time. That day, my mom
had a friendly, nonalcoholic birthday party, and JP and I started talking about OBEs. He asked me to try
a quick experiment: he held up his right index finger about an inch away from the space between my
eyes, and he asked me if I felt anything. I felt a strange sensation there, as if part of my astral body was
being pulled out of my forehead. I tried to explain what I felt, and asked him what it was. He said he
didn't know for sure, but the space between his eyes worked the same for him. I hadn't read anything
about the "third eye" yet, so I didn't pursue the matter.
After the party, I went to bed and made my nightly attempt to induce an out-of-body experience. After a
few minutes of practice I opened my eyes and saw movements and lights in midair! I was frightened, and
to make matters worse I started drifting away from my body! I panicked and tried my hardest to stay in
my body! Once I was securely in my body I closed my eyes and decided not to continue. I eventually
managed to fall asleep, but much later than normal.
The next morning I woke up tired with the alarm clock. I had to get up early to go to my 8:00am class at
the University. I realized I was too tired to pay attention at class, so I decided to get some caffeine in my
system to help wake up. Since I hated the taste of coffee, I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle
of soda pop, opened it up and sat down at the breakfast table. I took a sip and sat there trying to wake up
and get motivated. Without warning I felt the bottle accidentally slip out of my hand and my hand closed
into a fist. I was startled and expected to hear a loud crash as the bottle hit the floor, but there was no
sound. I quickly looked at my hand, and the bottle was still there, securely in my hand! It wasn't
psychokinesis; My astral hand had accidentally "let go" of my physical hand, but the physical hand held
tightly onto the bottle. I knew right then it was going to be a strange day.
I caught my usual bus to the University and went to my usual classes. My last class got out at noon, and I
needed to be at an important meeting at work by 1:00pm. I debated whether to stop for lunch. Something
deep down inside me said, "It's okay, you have enough time." The thoughts seemed to be my own, and
yet separate from me, like a deeper source of knowledge. I dismissed it; "That's just my stomach voicing
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its hunger."
I walked over to a local sit-down restaurant. I looked at the menu. Their specialty burger looked great,
but it was served with a small portion of potato chips. I was very hungry for french fries, but short on
cash, so I ordered the burger "as is." After the waitress left I thought to myself, "I have enough money
and I'm hungry; I should have ordered the fries. I really want the fries." I didn't want to bother the
waitress by changing my order, so I didn't say anything.
A few minutes later, the waitress brought my burger with a large serving of french fries! "Something
strange is happening here," I thought, "This is getting weird." Was it a psychic experience? "No," I
thought, "It was just a coincidence."
When I was almost done with my lunch, that same "something" deep down inside me said, "You better
hurry or you'll miss your bus for St. Paul and miss your meeting." Again I dismissed it, thinking, "That's
just me, worrying about being late for the meeting." Nevertheless, I rushed to the end of my meal and
paid my bill. I wasn't charged for the fries.
I ran across the street to the bus stop and my bus was just pulling up. How convenient! I got on the bus
and looked at my watch. It was 12:15pm. The trip from Minneapolis to St. Paul usually takes 45 minutes,
so I felt confident I would not be late for the meeting. Then it occurred to me: If I hadn't rushed through
my lunch, I would have missed that bus, and I would have been late for my meeting. Was it a psychic
experience? "No," I thought, "It was just a coincidence."
I wasn't late for the meeting, but the meeting kept me from working on an important project, so I decided
to work late. I worked that night until 9:40pm, then I went to catch my bus back to Minneapolis. By
"coincidence" a bus pulled up almost as soon as I got to the bus stop. I got on the bus and sat down. I
needed to catch another bus in downtown Minneapolis, so I got out my bus schedule and looked up when
the other bus would be at my Minneapolis bus stop. The bus slowly pulled away from the bus stop and
started sluggishly lumbering down the street at 15 miles per hour. My other bus was due to arrive
downtown at 10:15pm and the next bus after that was 11:40pm. The driver kept driving at 15 miles per
hour, for the next five city blocks.
Since it was 9:45pm, I only had 30 minutes to get to Minneapolis to catch my 10:15pm bus, and it was
usually a 45 minute bus ride. To make matters worse, the bus driver was driving 15 miles per hour! I
started to get very discouraged. I was brooding. I thought to myself, "I wish there were some way I could
make this bus driver understand that I need to be in Minneapolis by 10:15pm." One block later the bus
pulled up to the next stop and another passenger got on board.
Then something strange happened. The bus pulled away from the bus stop like a bat out of hell! The bus [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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