Just Before my Mother Died

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Story type: Out of Body Experience
Location: home
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Fri Jan  7 18:41:45 2011

My very first few OBE's were easily my most memorable ones... they were so incredibly real to me that I didn't even know I was out-of-body until I "fell" back into it again! I've had a number of OBE's since then and I've researched them every chance I got.

My mother died of cancer when I was 20 years old. When she knew her time was short, she opted for in-home hospice care to keep her comfortable and pain-free for the last few months of her life. The hospice nurses had set up a mechanical bed for her in her bedroom right beside the master bed. At the time I had my first OBE's (or projections,) my mother was completely bedridden, unable to move or even speak in coherant sentences. It was the middle of the day and I was taking a nap in her room, lying on the bed beside hers.

I was sleeping fitfully, and waking over and over again. Suddenly, I heard a sound. I sat bolt upright in bed and looked over to where my mother was lying. But she wasn't lying! She was standing at the foot of her bed and laughing! Then I watched as she did a backflip off the bed and onto the floor! She seemed so young and healthy. She didn't seem to notice me staring, until I said, "You look like you're feeling better!"

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was over. I sat up in bed again, this time in my physical body, and looked quickly over at my mother, only to find her still bedridden, still sick with cancer.

I didn't know what to make of the experience I had just had. I assumed that in my grief I had created some intense halucintion. I was still very tired, so I dozed off again.

This time, I awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing in the master bathroom. I sat up to see my mother walking out of the bathroom and climbing back into bed. To see my mother up and moving about got me excited! For a moment, I thought she was feeling better and everything would go back to normal...

Then I awoke back in my physical body again. I looked over at my mother, and sure enough, she was still bedridden and bound by IV's and a catheter. These experiences, whatever they were, were beginning to depress me.

I rolled away from my mother and fell asleep one last time. In what seemed like minutes, I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on the nighstand. I don't remember what time it read. I heard some rustling of the bedsheets and felt my mother climb into bed beside me. She wrapped her arms around me. I could feel the weight of them. I could feel her breathing on the back of my neck. I could smell her. I didn't want this to end... but something deep inside me knew that it would. My mother reached a hand over to the clock and muttered something about setting the alarm. And, just like that, it was over.

I opened my physical eyes, rolled back toward my mother, and saw that she had never physically moved.

But I knew I hadn't just dreamed that all up. Now I firmly believe they were OBE's that I got to share with my mother just before she died. It was reassuring to see that a part of her was still young, healthy, and moving about freely while her physical body was immobile.