My OBE

From: Tim (timspink@msn.com)
Story type: Out of Body Experience
Location: West Sussex. U.K.
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Thu Dec 24 12:06:04 2009

MY OBE

Although I have recounted this event on numerous occasions to friends, and the odd time to anyone who would listen, I still dont know if I relive the account for shock value, or to see if I stumble upon anyone who may have shared a similar event? As of yet, I have not.

After a night out with friends at a local bar, I returned home with my then girlfriend. Our relationship was deteriorating and was on course for the inevitable break up. I only mention this in case any of my then current circumstances were relevant to my experience.

So here goes.

I have terrible trouble sleeping at the best of times, and on going to bed I once again resigned myself to another sleepless night, I suddenly became aware that I was a couple of inches above myself in an exact replica of my usual semi fetal sleeping position. For some reason this did not bother or perturb me?

After becoming unusually comfortable with this, I began to feel myself rising, retaining my semi fetal position still directly over my motionless body on the bed. I rose to within an inch or two of the bedroom ceiling. Still seemingly unperturbed by all this, I now found myself not only observing my bed bound form, but also my sleeping girlfriend.

Now things, for me at least, get a little weird. (As if floating above myself isnt strange enough). It was as if the ceiling disappeared, and I continued my ascent retaining my position, and gradually watched both myself and my girlfriend becoming ever smaller in the downward distance, until eventually, they were no more than pin pricks below me being viewed as though in a box, which I assume were the walls of my bedroom / home? As well as being aware of the incredible distance below me of the two people in bed, I was also aware that I was observing this from space. I had absolutely no idea of a time span that these events were taking place in, however, possibly due to some sort of inner awareness of my circumstances, I, decided it was time to get back down. This became easier said than done.

Whilst viewing the pin pricks below me from my outer space vantage point, I become aware that my decent could be controlled by the intensity and or urgency of my thoughts. I even played with varying speeds of decent by thought intensity / urgency alone. After the novelty of this subsided, I became focused on the job in hand, to get back to my motionless carcass on the bed. Having managed to get to within a couple of inches above myself, I realize that I cannot get back in. Now panic has entered into the equation.

With all the concentration I could muster, I very, very slowly descended a millimeter at a time, for what seemed an inordinate amount of time, until I eventually gained access to my body. (Notice that for some reason time awareness has crept into the event).

Having gained access to my body, I then take a moment to reflect upon the experience, at about the same time I awake with a start, waken my girlfriend and recount the entire episode, which was pretty much dismissed out of hand.

Her disbelief did not bother me in the slightest, simply because I know what happened. No, thats not correct, I do not KNOW what took place, I can only recount the events that occurred that unforgettable night.

I will admit that I have consciously tried to re create this event, on numerous occasions, unfortunately to no avail (Surprise, surprise). However when I try various self realized sleep techniques (and even when in a seriously relaxed mode), although my mind continuously seems to be active (sometimes with analogies of current daily / personal events, sometimes with the seemingly most incredible thoughts both pleasing and or horrific and which I have absolutely no idea how they get there?).

I have on a few occasions thought that I maybe on my way, however, I get this strange feeling in my stomach, not unlike the very early stages of an orgasm, and as the intensity grows, something in my mind makes me abort? I do not think it is the idea of another journey that stops me, I think it is a kind of self survival thing bought on by the anxiety previously experienced by not being able to get back in?

Obvious question, if I had not got back in would what was on the bed in this world / dimension, been declared dead?

For some reason, whether or not that is the case, I now find that I have absolutely no trepidation or fear of death. I just see my body as a physical carcass for this worlds journey. When it deteriorates, and ceases to function, I will be released onward into the next journey. Whether I join all the other Is that over all of time have been released, or we remain individual as an I remains to be seen. I would certainly not be presumptuous or arrogant enough to assume anything.

Notice that no mention (until now) of religion has been brought into this account. For the purpose of clarity, I can tell you that this event took place around twenty years ago. All responses will be welcome, no matter how radical.