<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:34:40.697-05:00</updated><category term='retrieval'/><title type='text'>The Travels of a     Dreamwalker</title><subtitle type='html'>The written record of perceptions and observations made during my out-of-body experiences (OOBEs) as I progress in my quest to learn all I can about this world (and other worlds/dimensions) that we live in.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3440059465891555399</id><published>2012-01-26T13:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:59:00.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>167) Sleep Timer Use; Meeting my Grandmother</title><content type='html'>January 26, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share a quick experience this morning, one that I wasn’t going to post, until my friends at the Astral Projectors group in Facebook said I should!  So here goes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't have to get up early today, I was trying a different technique for lucid dreaming, one where you set a timer to go off at intervals to help with awareness (great site: http://www.lucidology.com/blog/91/lucid-dream-timer-method/) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night I can remember having LOTs of dreams which was an improvement already, but one in particular was quite memorable. I was helping someone with 'negative spirits' that were bothering him, and was showing him how you just needed to have no fear when they started 'taking control'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have specific details, but remember myself having that slight tinge of fear when one would come, but then emphatically stating, 'stop!' or 'release now' to get them to comply. One 'spirit' that was insistent took my astral arm and was shaking it violently which concerned me, but again, I somehow got the courage to say "stop!" and send love which dissipated it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I moved in my bedroom toward my body, I looked up to see my grandmother (who passed many years ago) enter the room! I was astonished, as I've not seen any family members ever in spirit. Actually, she looked so different than she did (much younger look and I never recall her looking like that) but somehow I knew it was her. We were sitting together and my only memory was excitedly telling her all about what I was doing and how I had "figured out how the nervous system worked"! (?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very short talk and I was pulled back quickly to body (as I think I was so close to my 'self' in bed) but ultimately was thrilled to awaken and know I met with her! My first time meeting someone in my family that has passed on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3440059465891555399?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3440059465891555399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3440059465891555399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3440059465891555399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3440059465891555399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2012/01/167-sleep-timer-use-meeting-my.html' title='167) Sleep Timer Use; Meeting my Grandmother'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-458490013395334731</id><published>2012-01-22T13:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:20:53.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>166) Learning Control Again with Awareness Now</title><content type='html'>January 22, 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning a lot about myself over the past few weeks, including the fact that I need to learn to ‘let go’ of many things that no longer serve me.  Now on my own in life and feeling the freedom and joy of learning who I truly am, I find I am being given many new opportunities for growth and spiritual development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This OBE this morning was not much to write about, however, it impressed me in that I learned a few things about how I look at my experiences.    The very first time I woke after a few hours’ sleep, I remember dreaming I was driving my car (as usual!) and found myself in an area that I had no recollection of how I got there!  I remember thinking, ‘uh oh, this isn’t good, to have driven this far and have no memory of how I got here!’…which should have been my signal for a reality check, but I totally lost the opportunity and woke completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In waking, I realized this lost opportunity and was determined to get back into the right mindset to get OOB.  It took a long time, and much effort before I finally heard in my head to ‘just let go’.  Figuring this meant I wasn’t going to get OOB tonight, I rolled over and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon thereafter (I think!), I became aware of a ‘lighter sensation’ and that ‘knowing’ that this is it!! I tempered my excitement knowing I was getting ready, and then felt the slight ‘tingles’ that I now get in place of full vibrations.  I remember thinking again, ‘finally! Yes! It’s happening!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fully alert, yet knew all I had to do was raise my astral arms for confirmation, which I did.  Wasting no time, I rolled out off the bed to my left, and affirmed, ‘to the door!’  Moving along, I realized I was still ‘fuzzy’, with vision that kept fading, so affirmed ‘Awareness now!’ multiple times as I moved into the hallway and down the stairs.  I was amazed how that simple statement could clear up any fog in my thinking and vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at the bottom of the stairs, it opens into a large room, not my house.  I see offices off to the side, and hear radio/music playing.  Moving into the larger room that felt to be a ‘gathering place’, I’m looking around at all the various objects within it (not that I can remember what they are now!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get across the room, I figure there has to be someone here, so mentally holler, “Is anyone here?”  Right away, I hear a male voice excitedly yell back, ‘Yes! We’re over here!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the far corner, I see two elderly men in wheelchairs.  I get the feeling of a ‘nursing home’ or sorts we are in, and they are old time veterans who live here.  As I approach, I start talking to them about who they are and why they are here.  I don’t recollect any specific conversation, because I am focused on the fact that my vision and awareness keeps fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to see who these men are, I demanded emphatically, “AWARENESS NOW!!” and I was excited to see my vision came back clear and crisp immediately!  The one gentleman was of solid build, with very short white hair, and a friendly smile that told me he was thrilled to see me.  The other gentleman was smaller, with longer dark hair and perhaps a Hispanic background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really am sorry I don’t remember much of our conversation as I was doing more thinking about me and my ‘status’ at the time! While talking, I thought maybe I should be doing something else, like affirming ‘to my Higher Self’ which would help me more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I remember saying “to my Higher Self’ but I could FEEL and hear it spoken with my physical body!  My physical lips moved with that affirmation and it totally threw my consciousness into full physical reality.   I was back in body and unable to re-enter this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still picture these two gentlemen, however, as the clarity of my vision was amazing.  I only wish I had taken some time to remember what we discussed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-458490013395334731?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/458490013395334731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=458490013395334731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/458490013395334731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/458490013395334731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2012/01/166-learning-control-again-with.html' title='166) Learning Control Again with Awareness Now'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7482202217914510987</id><published>2012-01-10T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:55:56.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>165)  Cats and Puzzles</title><content type='html'>2012_01_08  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share a quick experience I had a few mornings ago.  It began with a visit from some feline friends, with becoming aware of a huge cat climbing up onto my chest! Sitting there purring to get my attention, I then found myself in a room a with three other cats.  I could not actually ‘see’ these animals but sensed their energies and presence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While bending to pet each one, I could ‘feel’ their tingly vibrational energy and ‘hear’ them make a deep meowing sound.  In real life, there are no cats currently in my house and these all felt to be ‘new’ to me, not past cats I have had, nor any that have visited me before while OOB.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the 'cat' experience, I was in and out of different 'phases' a few times that night, remembering watching hoards of people marching into a castle while I flew to the rafters.  Feeling unpleasant energies here, I tried to zoom to the moon, but with much difficulty in moving then decided I’d affirm, “to my higher self!” to see where I’d go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened is, I found myself aware of lying on my bed and seeing my astral arms lifted above me. I felt too heavy to move out, but then had the rare occurrence of 'astral vision' where I know I'm in a deep state on the bed with my eyes closed, but able to see and sense clearing what is in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I see initially is a BEAUTIFUL puzzle of glorious colors with intricate pieces being put together in a stunning display of beauty that then comes to life once complete in a spectacular display of harmony and communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next vision is a more 'basic' puzzle, not nearly as intricate, with black and white cartoon characters on it (I remember Foghorn Leghorn and Chip &amp; Dale! lol).  In the upper left corner are some missing pieces and even a few pieces that are jammed in wrong but made to fit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words, "Karen's first puzzle" are there, and I remember feeling total elation as I realize the puzzle is now complete enough for the cartoon characters to come to life, which they did similar to the more elaborate puzzle display I saw just previously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings with this experience are that the basic cartoon puzzle may be my beginner's (childlike) attempt to put the pieces together with the many facets of life experiences and knowledge I am creating. Despite my early attempts in life to 'force fit' some puzzle pieces and still with a few missing ones, I AM perhaps successful in gaining enough 'form' (knowledge) to make it all work (come to life)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7482202217914510987?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7482202217914510987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7482202217914510987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7482202217914510987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7482202217914510987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2012/01/20120108-165-cats-and-puzzles.html' title='165)  Cats and Puzzles'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7696827773541829183</id><published>2011-12-31T11:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:00:44.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>164) Daniel and Dog; Retrieval to Save a Life</title><content type='html'>2011_12_31  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so excited to share this latest experience, as it has left me with wonderful glowing feelings of such satisfaction and happiness!  Not only did I get to have my flying fun and freedom again, which I have missed for the past few months, but also a sense of completion and satisfaction for possibly helping at least one person, if not more, continue on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking about 3:30am, I decided since it was now the last day of 2011 that I’d like to have an OBE experience where I could again help someone, but also desired to experience for myself the joy of flying free again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had read an book before bed about Robert Monroe’s beginning with astral travel, and remember finding it amusing that he’d roll out similar to what I do, but then knew he was out of body when he found he didn’t end up with a ‘plunk’ on the floor!! :) This memory was retained with this experience, after I used an astral induction tape and within a short time found myself floating and ready to roll out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled off to the left, remembering, like Monroe, that if I didn’t fall to the floor, I was out!! Lol  (Amazing how these memories are retained!)  I was ecstatic and floated gently to the ceiling, now also remembering how Monroe would use just his mind (not my usual affirmations) to move.  I found that, like him, if I ‘thought’ about moving down I did and then just thinking up, I did that!!  I’ve done it many times before, but because I had just read this before sleep, I remembered reading about it and doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I had enough of the slow playtime and decided I wanted some real fun!  I zoomed quickly straight up through the ceiling and roof and into the starry sky above!!! I was free again!!!   Zooming so fast, flying and flipping, I was in sheer heaven with my flying….swooping and diving, elated that I was able to do so again after such a long dry spell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a time, I found myself back in my bed, but still with vibrations.  I realized someone was next to me again!  I put out my arm to feel who was there as I asked, ‘who’s there?’   I felt an arm, emaciated, thin and very weak and then heard someone answering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the induction tape was still going on, I felt I had ‘plugs’ in my ears and was unable to hear him above the sounds.  I repeated my question, now realizing it was an older very thin, frail male on my left who said his name was ‘Daniel’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember we spoke for a bit, but don’t recall the conversation, but suddenly heard a sound coming from the doorway!  A spry rambunctious dog, medium-sized with curly white hair all over, jumped with his front paws on the bottom of the bed to my right!  He was so cute, and I turned from Daniel to pet him and make friends. I could actually feel his paws on my arm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize that I was losing a ‘connection’ with Daniel, and when turning back, heard a change in the induction tape (hate that when it happens!) that signaled more awareness and possible waking.  I willed myself to continue on, calling for Daniel, and was thrilled to find he returned when I looked back to my left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking more, I asked how I could help him.  He responded that he was very much afraid of the ‘big dog’ downstairs.  I felt I needed to get him to move on, and so asked if I could bring him safely somewhere.  He was reluctant, feeling like I couldn’t do it myself, so I remembered that I could ask for a guide to assist me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Daniel I had a ‘friend’ who was well trained with dogs and could assist us in getting there.  I looked around the room, hoping to see someone who was going to help us, but no one showed!!  I felt a bit concerned that no one was showing, but Daniel thought it was rather funny, and so he said, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to let you take me!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him by the hand, walked across the bedroom, out into the hall and down the stairs.  I remember feeling a very slight tingle of fear as to what I might find as I entered the living room.   However, I continued on and found there was nothing unusual in my living room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without stopping, we walked hand in hand to my front door, now wondering if he knew we could just pass through or if I should stop to try to open it!   As we got nearer to the door, I decided I’d just continue on and we both passed easily through the door to the cool outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to find myself no longer in my front yard, but somewhere outside near a road in front of us.  I didn’t know what I was supposed to do with Daniel!  I asked him, “Do you see anyone looking for you?” thinking someone had to be here for him!  He didn’t see anyone, and all I saw was a small private plane and helicopter flying overhead to my right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Daniel takes off to the road in front of me.  I just stand in amazement and watch the events unfold.  I see a SUV type vehicle on the road in front of me facing to the left, with the driver’s door open facing me.  I see two men inside, the driver struggling to get free of the seatbelt and the passenger lying unconscious across the bench seat.  There are flames shooting up from under the dash engulfing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel is now on top of the unconscious passenger, frantically extinguishing the flames all around him with his hands.  He frees the driver’s seatbelt so he can exit the vehicle. I watch Daniel still inside, on top of the passenger, now with all the flames extinguished and beaming a huge satisfied smile back at me!  Daniel is no longer a thin emaciated old man, but a robust and young healthy young man! I can feel his happiness and joy with successfully saving this passenger’s life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, there are people milling about watching this happen with me.  A female silently walks by me and a man standing nearby looks at me and says, “I’ve always said this was a hazard that should have been taken care of”, which I felt to mean something dangerous about the area or the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire scene faded soon thereafter, but I can still recall with such joy the satisfaction and pride that I saw on Daniel's face.  I truly don’t know what this all meant, but the glow I am left with tells me something was a big success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7696827773541829183?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7696827773541829183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7696827773541829183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7696827773541829183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7696827773541829183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/12/164-daniel-and-dog-retrieval-to-save.html' title='164) Daniel and Dog; Retrieval to Save a Life'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-722300162089072177</id><published>2011-12-26T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T10:44:15.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>163) Year of Changes; Learning to Let Go; Cindy</title><content type='html'>12/26/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a long time since I’ve had one of my astral adventures where I can share long stories of where I go and what I do.  It seems for the past few months I’ve been ‘restricted’ to short little excursions with very limited recall, likely due to my changing life events and limited time for focus and intention.  I will share another short OBE I had this morning, but first, a few words of gratitude and appreciation for all that has happened in my life to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a whirlwind year, full of unexpected changes, some more difficult than others, but always able to be endured and overcome due to my knowing that all obstacles are only lessons for more learning.  Keeping a positive focus that “all is happening for a reason” was an important part of this learning, especially those more difficult times when the ‘reason’ is unclear and unknown.  (But I will say, for most of it, the reason eventually showed itself and I am amazed how the Universe always knows what is best, despite our initial objections!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the closing of this year I send my thanks for all that I have been shown and have learned and now face the New Year with excitement and an even more positive focus that I AM where I need to be and doing what I need to be doing at this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to devote more time to MY desires and needs, which includes more astral travel and all its lessons, as well as real life travel to seek out those who share my ambition and determination in this learning adventure.  By sharing what we know with others, we all become stronger in our energies and efforts, and with that, much more successful and knowledgeable about our own lives and Universe around us.   It is so true that that which you put forth, returns to you twofold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank all my friends here on this wonderful ‘intangible dimension’ that connects us all, called the internet, that offer me support and encouragement with all my travels and learning.  I am blessed to have such wonderful friends and am now looking forward to hopefully meeting many of you in person somehow and hearing from so many more!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I’ll share my short adventure this morning.  I became aware of vibrations while in my bed and was excited to think that finally I will get out again!  (Of course, I was careful not to become too excited, as you know that will stop any further progress.)  I remembered my intention was to ‘go where I needed to learn’ and allowed the Universe to decide that which would be best for me at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the vibrations lifted, I was aware I was still in my bed, but now there was someone lying in the bed next to me.   Knowing I am usually alone, I turned to see who it was and was a bit shocked to see it was my ex-husband!  Somehow I knew there was something here I needed to ‘let go’ of, and asked him what he wanted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a lot of details, I know we had a good conversation about how things changed with us, and what we both needed to do to move on.  It’s a conversation that I know could not happen in real life, as he is still too bitter to talk with me.  But I felt I achieved a sense of accomplishment with our discussion and was content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our conversation completed, I became aware of another person near the bottom of the bed, and called out, ‘who’s there?’  I distinctly heard a female answer “Cindy” and she proceeded to tell me about these two males with her, aged 23 and 12, who wanted to talk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, there was SO much noise going on around me, almost like a room full of people, that I was having difficult focusing on her voice and hearing what she wanted to tell me!  I asked a few times for her to repeat herself, but eventually, all of them just faded away without any further information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized I was having difficulty speaking, and it seemed that every time I attempted to talk, so much saliva and drooling (yuck!) was happening that I eventually just gave up trying to clear it (as I felt it was going to wake me up) and tried to talk with it, not worrying about how it appeared!!  Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next I realize I’m once again with my ex-husband who is upset that his father isn’t doing well in the hospital, and I had the impression that he was about to pass over due to ‘heart trouble’.   At the time I didn’t remember that his father had already passed from a heart attack a few years ago, and can remember thinking during the experience that this may be a sign that something may happen in the near future for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised now to find myself rolling off the bed, caught up once again in the sheets and all tangled!  I see my kitten from a few years ago on the side of the bed, and I play with her.   In hindsight, this was the beginning of another ‘false awakening’, as I then heard my mother coming up the stairs to my bedroom!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting her to find me in bed, I quickly rolled back into the bed and pulled the covers off to get up.  Asking what she’s doing here she responds she’s looking for a toy that my granddaughter Samara lost.  Mom proceeds to put some clothing on the bed, as I pull off a sleep mask that I knew I had on.  At this point I feel I’m fully awake, and need to get some recording done, but cannot do so with company in the bedroom! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a gentle change in energy, and now realize that I’m NOT fully awake, so I force myself to full awareness.  That little seed of doubt about my reality is always a clue that I’m not fully back to awareness, and I use it to either move into another experience or to full wakefulness so that the experience I just had is able to be remembered and recorded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-722300162089072177?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/722300162089072177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=722300162089072177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/722300162089072177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/722300162089072177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/12/163-year-of-changes-learning-to-let-go.html' title='163) Year of Changes; Learning to Let Go; Cindy'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-6905632293162304804</id><published>2011-12-07T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:31:09.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>162) Country Carnival; Tracy and Tattoo</title><content type='html'>Dec. 1, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to major changes in my life over the past few months, I have not had the ability to truly focus on my OOB experiences as I used to.  However, I am thankful that I still have memories of exiting my body a few times, but mostly with very limited recall of exactly what I did after exiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two exits I over the past week were rather uneventful, but I will share what I can recall.  The first exit I remember having great control and keen awareness of my being out of body, however, once again, with another false awakening that had me thinking I was fumbling with my recorder, I was distracted enough so that once I fully woke, I lost many of the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember easily rolling out of body and being very aware of my clear thinking process.  I was riding in a boat and marveling at the beauty of the surroundings and the amazing blue sky.  The water below this unusual boat was shallow water, with the feeling more of flooding than a river.  I somehow knew I was ‘in the future’ but I am not sure how I knew this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually remember thinking this boat wasn’t moving fast enough for me, so to get where I wanted to be instantly, I just affirmed, ‘take me to where I need to learn!’  Immediately I found myself listening to the sounds of a country carnival on a hillside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision was poor and it was dark, and I had enough awareness to remember to say ‘clarity now!’ and then ‘clear vision now!’ which immediately helped me to see the people milling around me.  One person in particular made eye contact but no communication.  I noticed a small building nearby that reminded me of a concession stand, and I had the feeling I was supposed to be working there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking inside I see people tending to plants of some kind and I remember thinking how clear everything was!  I know I went inside and there was more I did, but here’s where my memory fades after the false awakening took much of my focus with the transition back to full wakefulness.  It is just so frustrating when this happens so often in my experiences.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next exit was a few days later, after listening to some binaural beats, when I became aware of being within a familiar black tunnel with the backward sensation of movement.  I was being pulled backward for a very, very long time, feeling my body moving in different postures at times but realizing that I should just ‘let go’ and see what happens next.  It seems like it took forever for the tunnel backward pulling sensation to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next recollection was of floating above the bed I was in but again, not have any clear vision.  This time I did not have the awareness to do ‘clarity now’, likely because my next realization was that there was something VERY tight grasping my body as I lie on the bed!!  A tight constricting feeling was encircling my waist, and I became a bit concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to loosen the grip, I starting swatting at whatever it was, only to realize it was an arm!! Someone was holding me tightly around my waist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately asked, ‘who’s there?’ and ‘what’s your name?’ for which she replied, “Tracy” and mumbled something about “?four years?”.  It’s odd, but because I had had ear buds in listening to an induction routine prior to this experience, I was fully aware that my ears were ‘plugged’ and asked her to please repeat what she said as I had these things in my ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then asked, ‘what can I do for you?’ and remember she starting telling me her story and it involved something about a tattoo….only to lose her completely when I was suddenly startled awake by a very loud sound in the house!  Full wakefulness, and no idea what just happened!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still ‘see’ her face…thin, drawn, with short lighter hair…and a sad expression.  I have no idea what she wanted or how I could have helped, and am frustrated once again to have had such an incomplete experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, with some stability starting to come back into my life at this time, my experiences will once again be enough that I can share with everyone on a regular basis.  Thanks to all my astral friends for their patience and support over the past few weeks in the form of emails and facebook messages.  Friends truly are the ‘family’ we choose for ourselves…and I’m thankful for every one of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-6905632293162304804?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/6905632293162304804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=6905632293162304804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6905632293162304804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6905632293162304804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/12/162-country-carnival-tracy-and-tattoo.html' title='162) Country Carnival; Tracy and Tattoo'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3673132298869261569</id><published>2011-11-12T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:34:59.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>161) Life Enhancement; Cell death</title><content type='html'>11/07/11 4am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first recollection is of being with a woman as we walked together in some fields.   The conversation was about my friend George and his desire to go visit (?) Egypt, but the woman told me he felt he didn’t want to go alone.  Then somehow I remember  it was ‘Gilligaland’ we were going to (I even spelled this upon first waking as I was sure of its name as it reminded me of an old TV show, Gilligan’s Island).  There was some mention about ‘life enhancement’ and we were going to go there and take George with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed her hand and said, ‘come on then, let’s go get him and go there!’ and we then attempted to take off flying.  It was difficult to do so facing forward and so I suggested, ‘let’s go backward like we used to!’ remembering how many times I would travel out of body in a backward type of motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling myself flying with this backward pull gave me the awareness that I was now in vibrations, with a sensation of floating, and able to easily roll out of body.  I was in my bedroom standing, feeling heavy and difficult to move, but affirmed, ‘to the door!’ to get away from my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this was not a ‘planned’ journey, I was not in my usual ‘traveling couch’ area, but also in a different bedroom in my house than I was accustomed to.  It is interesting to note that I was even able remember while out of body the reasons why I was not in my usual bedroom or routine with the life changes that I’m experiencing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having just finished a weekend seminar with Robert Moss (www.mossdreams.com), a teacher of dream work, I also had had the opportunity to listen to audio recordings of William Buhlman as he described his various techniques on the long drive home.  His use of the affirmation, “Awareness Now!” was prominent in my mind, and with this experience having such heaviness and unclear vision at first exit, I used it emphatically at this time with great success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the hallway, I could now see clearly as I made my way to the living room.  I see a shadow of someone move quickly past me and I shout out, ‘who are you?’  This shadow disappeared out the front door and I was surprised to see standing there now a young boy of about 10-12 with sandy colored hair coming toward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t say anything at all, but took my hand and pulled me urgently toward the front door.  I said to him, “OK, let’s go! Show me what you want me to see!”  Holding hands together, we passed directly through the front door and starting moving up this hill (that is not really there).   I remember thinking as I moved up the hill that I felt a concern there could be something ‘terrible’ I would find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the hill was a wooden structure, like a cabin or shed built on stilts with an open area below the floor.  We did not enter the building, but moved to the side where the young boy stands and points at something under the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going closer, I see it appears to be a large piece of cardboard with writing on it.  It appears to be some sort of UPC code with the words “In the event of cell death….return to (parents).”  (Note:  the word parents is the best description of what I felt the word to mean).   My first feeling was this cell reference was to a cell phone, but yet the boy was quite upset thinking this is something that is just not right.  He was upset, telling me, “it shouldn’t say that” and I was about to ask him what he meant when I felt that familiar tug of returning to body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was interesting was that while in that ‘in between state’ before full consciousness, I saw and heard Robert Moss say to me, “Come into my room…you’ve just had an adventure and I want to hear all about it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that this OBE had quite a number of recent ‘real life’ experiences melded into it and I’m not sure what to make of it.  It wasn’t one of the longest or best OBEs I’ve had but I’m thankful to know that they are returning to end the ‘dry spell’ that has occurred due to many new life changes for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be interested in hearing from others as to what you may feel the cryptic message the boy was trying to tell me.  Comment here or email me if you have any ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3673132298869261569?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3673132298869261569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3673132298869261569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3673132298869261569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3673132298869261569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/11/161-life-enhancement-cell-death.html' title='161) Life Enhancement; Cell death'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3243167085169855916</id><published>2011-11-08T21:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:28:48.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>160) Dream Work with Robert Moss at Gore Mountain</title><content type='html'>Nov. 4-6, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’d share some of the experiences I had this past weekend when I was so graciously invited to attend a twice-yearly Gore Mountain dream circle gathering with Robert Moss and his ‘frequent flyers’ who work to explore this larger reality we call ‘dreaming’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using both small and large group journeys, we were led by drumming to go within ourselves to seek different dimensions and realities that could be expressed in personal images, thoughts, and stories.  Using dream sharing techniques he developed, creative expression and healing was done on many levels for many of the participants of our dream circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I found this experience quite powerful, one that used an innate ability we all have that I had never before encountered.  As an astral traveler with frequent out-of-body journeys, this aspect of dream work was new to me and very appealing as a possible alternative technique that would help me continue my own spiritual growth and fulfill a desire to help others heal through their own self-discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made many journeys this weekend, both with the entire group, as well as with smaller groups.  Sharing our stories and dream journeys, we as ‘trackers’ helped one another by offering personal images that could be now interpreted by the specific ‘seeker’ for their own use.  Robert used various locations and situations suggested by the participants to use as a framework for a guided journey into past, present, and future times.  I will share three of my own personal journeys that I felt were important for my spiritual growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one journey when we were to go within the mountain and feel the energy of the deer and earth, I received a strong message from the mountain animals that changes were coming and that we needed to pay attention to the animal’s warnings.   I was told that those who listened would be led ‘within the mountain’ and be allowed to grow even more beautifully than they were now, and those who did not heed the animal’s warning would be caught up in a ‘mountain of fire’.  I clearly saw the red glow of the mountain where those ‘on the outside’ were transformed into trails of smoke rising softly above the mountain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another journey, we were led with the drumming to a Pavilion of Peace where we could go to when stressed with our ‘outer’ life and meet our ‘greater self’.  In this pavilion, I was met by my animal guides, the red-tailed hawk and owl who explained to me that it was important to know that every action and thought we encounter in this ‘outer’ life offer important lessons we can learn from.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that pavilion walls, I could see various panels that depicted many lives happening all at once (possibly my past lives). In one particular panel, I watched as a young monk in the Middle Ages was unjustly persecuted for his beliefs and felt the anger and rage he held onto as he perished.  I was led to understand that I needed to ‘let go’, and to see that this sacrifice led to a greater understanding by many people.  I felt comforted to know that my seemingly ‘unjust’ death was actually a leap forward in spiritual growth for others, as well as myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another experience, I traveled deep into the earth where I was led through a darkening passageway by a guide who showed me a door.  Opening the door, I entered into a room without any visible light.  Completely surrounded by darkness, I was told I was to use my non-visual senses to ‘see’ what was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt there to be an entire city of people living here, guided only by their ‘intuitive senses’ and without any form.  We were able to communicate without words and knew what each other ‘felt’ and thought.   I sensed myself as nothing more than a ‘mere thought’ or a single point of existence.  Yet, as this point of thought, I was able to take in massive amounts of information regarding my surroundings and those around me.  I felt loved and accepted, living in harmony with those around me.   I understood that I am to allow myself to be that valuable part of All That Is, to try to not take things personally as I do much of the time and restrict my actions because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit disappointed that I was not able to travel out of body during this time to bring back an experience to share with the group.  The first night I had only a small dream recall of a dark haired mother and daughter smiling back at me, with a strong impression that I was to remember them for some reason.  The second night, I clearly remember dreaming of being within the dream circle, with Robert choosing me to start the sharing of experiences.  I felt pressured to perform, worried that I didn’t have anything to share, and needing to improvise.   Waking with this concern, I did what Robert suggests and allowed myself to go back within this dream and see what more I could discover.  I was able to learn better that I was the one putting the pressure on myself and that I only needed to ‘let go’ and allow the information to flow without fear of rejection or disappointment.  There was only my own ‘belief’ of perceived pressure blocking this ability to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last evening there, we were asked to give a creative offering on the final day and I felt compelled to write.  As we sat around the fire in the lodge, words would spring up in my mind.  Writing as we chatted, the poem came to life.  I will share it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wisdom of the Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rambling through the forest&lt;br /&gt;Amid trees and leaves of green&lt;br /&gt;I spy a tiny spotted fawn&lt;br /&gt;Stirring from its sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands beside her mother&lt;br /&gt;Feebly first, then strong&lt;br /&gt;Knowing she is protected&lt;br /&gt;And here where she belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move along to a meandering stream&lt;br /&gt;As it nestles within the ground&lt;br /&gt;Savoring the shimmering waters&lt;br /&gt;As I hear its magnificent sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leads me to a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;And I honor the life in its flow&lt;br /&gt;I thank it for its nourishing wisdom&lt;br /&gt;That has helped us all to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what it specifically means to me&lt;br /&gt;Is to know that we are as One&lt;br /&gt;Each with the joy of living and learning&lt;br /&gt;Until that time has come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To move beyond our limited ‘selfs’&lt;br /&gt;Into the Omniscent and Loving Presence&lt;br /&gt;That is always here to bind us together&lt;br /&gt;And give us eternal essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I open myself to the All That Is&lt;br /&gt;As I flow along with this stream&lt;br /&gt;I hear the words that echo my youth&lt;br /&gt;Singing, “Life IS but a dream.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was filled with beautiful stories, heartfelt emotions, as well as energetic and enthusiastic dream theater.  Laughter was abundant, as well as a tremendous sense of acceptance and loving energy.  The dream family at Gore Mountain, led by Robert Moss, is an exceptionally warm and welcoming group of people that I cannot thank enough for making this one of the best weekends I have ever experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3243167085169855916?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3243167085169855916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3243167085169855916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3243167085169855916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3243167085169855916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/11/160-dream-work-with-robert-moss-at-gore.html' title='160) Dream Work with Robert Moss at Gore Mountain'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-9097711601171366543</id><published>2011-10-20T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T07:39:57.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'>159) Rough Exit; New Technique; Astral Vision with Eye</title><content type='html'>October 20, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m pleased to be able to post another OBE on my blog, as it has been quite an emotional few weeks with many changes in my life.  I feel I’m just now beginning to get things under control, and have been thinking that my OBEs might start to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been having short lucid dreams and using the new methods that Robert Moss has shown me in his workshop to try to understand more of what the dream process wants to teach me.  It’s quite interesting to see how your ‘dreaming’ mind, once in the ‘in-between’ state just before waking, can bring up all sort of symbolic and relevant images that pertain to your personal learning.  Journaling this information is educational for me, but unfortunately, not enough to share on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, however, I found myself within a dream, again driving a car and realizing it just wasn’t handling right.  I thought my tires were low (as has been happening in real life) and went to stop the car, now finding out that there were no brakes!!  I’m careening toward vehicles that are in my path and I now remember that this is a serious, possibly life-threatening situation I’m in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that anytime I find myself in a serious situation to do a ‘reality check’ and it was just before the impending crash that I realized there was a tiny bit of doubt as to whether this was ‘real’ or not.  That was all I needed to KNOW now that this WAS a dream and I could move out and take control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized upon taking control that my arms and legs are now floating above my body.   Excited to get out again, I roll over and am surprised to ‘feel’ as if I’m tangled in a bunch of cords and sheets! It takes a second ‘rollout’ before I’m able to stand, and as I shake the cords free, I have the sensation of holding my pillow under my right arm!  Since I am currently sleeping in a different bedroom in the house, this might have played a part in my ‘tangled’ feelings in this new bedroom environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking too much about why I have this pillow, I move out into the hall and down to the living room.  Everything appears just as it is, and now the pillow is gone.  I don’t usually have any sensation of a ‘body’ once out, but this time I remember the Astral Projectors group on Facebook talking about Mike Raduga’s phasing and his deepening technique of rubbing your hands together.   So I try to do this to see what would happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that I can easily ‘feel’ my hands rubbing together, and even am able to look down to see the ethereal white glowing of hands in front of me.  At the same time, however, I affirm ‘clarity now!’ and have an improvement in my vision.  (I’m not sure if it was the deepening technique or my usual affirmation, but I wasn’t going to question it)  I’m just pleased that I was able to remember to do this technique, as I rarely take the time to focus on anything ‘bodily’ related due to fear of returning back to body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move easily to the side door, through the dining room, clearly seeing and enjoying being out once again.  I am now eager to get outdoors and flying again, so I start to take a running jump to ‘fly’ through the patio doors to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so surprised to feel a sudden ‘pull-back’ and lifting up, and I’m watching the house disappear below me as I move straight up!  I’m a bit disappointed to find myself back in body in my bed, but with a small ‘porthole’ type window appearing in front of me, similar to what I have described as ‘astral vision’ before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware I’m in body, but can see into this porthole a beautiful countryside with animals, but this time it’s SO tiny, that I wonder why I can’t make it bigger to see more or even pass into! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was unexpected, as this ‘tiny’ porthole pulled back and I was now able to see that it was the entire iris and pupil of a left eye!  Somehow I knew this shadowy person looking at me…..was me!   I was looking directly into the left pupil of my other ‘self’ to see this ‘world’ within!  (Seems I've been 'seeing' quite a bit of my 'other' self lately!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke fully right after, trying to recall all the details of this unusual exit and ending.  I’m so happy I have something to share with everyone after this long dry period.   IMO, my limited excursions lately is likely due primarily to the new life I’m beginning, as well as my lack of focus and setting intentions/plans for what to do when out of body.  I know will be affirming every night what it is I want to do should I find myself out of body again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-9097711601171366543?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/9097711601171366543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=9097711601171366543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/9097711601171366543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/9097711601171366543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/10/159-rough-exit-new-technique-astral.html' title='159) Rough Exit; New Technique; Astral Vision with Eye'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-8674581121506332303</id><published>2011-10-10T21:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:14:26.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>158) Robert Moss Workshop Experiences</title><content type='html'>I had the great opportunity and pleasure to attend a workshop this past weekend with the well-known author of many books on conscious lucid dreaming, Mr. Robert Moss (www.mossdreams.com)  This weekend’s workshop was called Shamanic Lucid Dreaming and I was intrigued to attend to learn more about this interesting and different approach to dream work using conscious wakefulness and drumming.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;As an out of body traveler who primarily uses this ability during the night for my own spiritual development as well as service to others who may need assistance, I felt this workshop could offer a unique perspective on the art of dreaming and interpretation as it relates to the multidimensional lives we live here.  I was not disappointed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The workshop began on a Friday evening, and I immediately felt a familiarity and sense of serenity in his presence, as he joined us all in an opening circle and blessing. I was pleased to see that we would be working within a circle where everyone would be seen as equals, with no one person having a more prominent position in the session.  This gave me a sense of comfort and ease in speaking, especially since the toss of his drumstick revealed that it chose me to start the introductions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During that evening we journeyed with the drumming a few times, and I felt another sense of familiarity with the sound, reminding me of some part of myself that I felt was calling me.  My first few sessions with the drumming gave me flashes of a campfire, feathers on a stick, and my always present red-tailed hawk flying against the moon.  Robert wanted us to title our experiences, and for this first one, the words “Wisdom Within” came forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an interesting note, during this first evening Robert shared his story of his red-tailed hawk, another connection I felt that gave me knowing I was where I should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with a second drumming session, I felt as though I was flying, this time on the wings of an owl that took me to the same campfire within a forest clearing.  I could see the Native Americans in a circle below, and as the owl flew up to the branch above the fire, I felt as if I became one of the individuals within the circle.  I felt happy, as it felt like ‘home’ and I mentally asked, “What does this mean?”  The one word answer came clearly through: “Remember….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I had the intention as I went to sleep that I would have something to share with group the next morning.  I felt a bit disappointed that I had not traveled that night, and discovered I had only a small snippet of a dream to share. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I titled this dream, “Meeting Myself”.  In this dream, I remember clearly seeing and talking with this other Karen (felt to be a part of me) and one who looked exactly as I do now.  I was accepting a friendly, almost playful, challenge to a foot race we would have.  I distinctly remember the strong feeling of how important it was to me that THIS TIME I have to finish the race ahead of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sharing this story with Robert, he was able to ask questions that gave me ability to understand what this might mean to me personally.  Whereas I had no idea what to make of the dream upon waking, I was now able to understand that this might have a ‘reality check’ with my current life events, in that I felt the ‘other’ Karen was likely the professional, comfortable, stable, do what others want and don’t make changes Karen that I was currently trying to break away from and get ‘ahead’ of.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In understanding this, I also knew that the strong desire I felt within this dream to win this race meant that in order to win, I should continue to keep moving forward with my new goal of ‘breaking free’ and becoming that Karen that I want to be, not the one who lives only as expected by others. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do feel at this time there are two Karens in my life, the medical professional who must keep control and restraint from running too far, and the Karen who wishes to seek new and exciting experiences that may mean stepping forward with ideas and notions that may not be as comfortable to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The questions that Robert taught us to ask ourselves or others when sharing our experiences are all designed to bring out a myriad of responses from others that could relate to the event, whether a personal recount of a life experience or our intuitive sense of what it could mean.  However, that there is NO ONE person or interpretation that is right or wrong when sharing as a group.   I was happy to hear that Robert also agrees that our dream experiences are very personal, and that the only proper interpreter for any experience is that individual who had the experience.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;In seeking to know more and sharing our experiences with others, he suggests that we begin to recount the story, giving only details and facts without our interpretation.  A title is important to show the highlight of the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the dreamer is asked about their feelings with the events, whether it brought forth fear, pain, sadness, joy, or other significant associations.  In doing do, the dreamer should look for what Robert calls ‘reality checks’ (different than what I have mentioned before that are more associated with ‘awareness’ in our current reality), to see if any part of the story could fit with current life experiences or even as a possibility for the dreamer’s future.  Then for clarity, the dreamer is then asked, ‘what is it that you want to know about this dream?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insight from others is then asked for, with the understanding that the individual is only offering what they feel it would mean to them by prefacing their statements with “if it were my experience….”  Only the dreamer can be the final judge of appropriateness and significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After receiving the group’s insight, the dreamer is asked to make an action plan, based on the new understanding and knowledge that may have come forth.  There should always be some sort of action to be done, even if there was limited information. The action may then include the need to go back into the dream to gather more information to process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream re-entry was another interesting part of this seminar, as we would take turns being ‘seeker’ and ‘tracker’.  The seeker would be the dreamer, who would say what help is needed with an experience or dream, along with an image to focus on that is significant for them, and the trackers would be those who would use their resources by any means to bring back guidance with their impressions during the drumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two significant experiences I had with this day’s drumming sessions that I will share.  One session we were asked to face each of the four cardinal directions (East, South, West, North) and reach for our ancestral connection to see what images we would find.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began our journey visualizing ourselves as a bird, sitting high in a tree looking out.  Of course I was my red-tailed hawk and as the drumming began, I’m sitting high in my tree, facing East overlooking a beautiful canyon, as the luminous sun rises and smoke from campfires softly ascend amidst the morning mist.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Turning to face south, I see the ocean, the shimmering sparkling waters that give rise to a sensation of movement.  A ship appears, and I feel a connection with the travelers and explorers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning West, I now see a vast abundant land, filled with corn, wheat, and buffalo, feeling this ‘land of plenty’ that now is before me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I face North, I sense a grandfatherly Native American figure before me, holding in his hands three feathers.  I feel joy and pride, a sense of accomplishment.  In my mind, I hear, “You have come full circle” as he hands me these feathers to ‘fly’ with.   (In hindsight I also now notice the circle of ‘beginnings-movement-abundance-success’ as well as ‘fire-water-land-air’ in this experience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the drumming stops, I am filled with a sense of satisfaction, a knowing that I am absolutely following the right path at this time, and make the action plan that I shall continue to seek new experiences and not  return to the ‘comfortable and stable’ Karen that doesn’t change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a subsequent drumming session, we were told to go to an open air market and seek that merchant’s stand that most resonated with items from our childhood.  Once there we were to find an object from our youth that would immediately open the gates to a large doorway behind the stand where a horse would appear to carry us to another tent.  In this tent, we were to discover that which we needed to know most about ourselves, and it was with this drumming experience, that I felt my deepest emotional response.  Tears actually came to my eyes when I realized that a small lost part of me when I was a young girl of six was returned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the drumming started, I found the merchant stand that held items from my childhood, a favorite doll, a dress I loved, and the old worn blanket I carried.  However, it was finding the long lost ring had been given to me by my grandmother that offered the emotional ‘key’ to opening the doorway to my horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horse was the beautiful Pegasus, a white winged horse that carried me safely on his back to the big circus-type tent in the valley below.  Entering the tent, I saw a young girl and immediately recognized her as myself at the age of six.  She was quiet, insecure, fearful, and feeling so alone.  I could feel her sadness and the need for someone to be there for her.  I was surprised to see this beautiful woman standing radiantly behind her, yet this young Karen did not notice. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I moved toward her, and she smiled and I gave her a tight hug as I presented her with this long lost ring.  I told her that I knew she would be okay and all will be well in her life, and that she was never alone. Pointing to the radiant woman behind her, the young Karen was now able to see this beautiful woman who had been with her all along.  The sheer joy, release, and freedom I felt was overwhelming.  Tears streamed down my cheek, and despite the drumming that continued, I had to bring myself back to the room to prevent further loss of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, remembering that even the smallest of dream recall is important, I made the intention to once again start journaling as I used to do, writing down each and every memory of an event I experienced while dreaming.  In the morning, I had four new experiences to write about, and with the group’s insight, I was able to understand even more of what I wanted to know. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, it seems the general theme of the workshop dream events circled around that which I most needed right now…..the need for guidance and support to help me maintain this ‘new’ focus and perspective on life I’ve only recently begun.   I need to keep focused on doing what I love to do, so I do not fall back into the other more ‘comfortable’ Karen life that is always wanting to ‘win’ this race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realize that my desire to focus primarily on only the astral travel part of lucid dreaming is but a small piece of this vast and infinite process of awareness.  I was unknowingly limiting myself and now armed with this new knowledge and ability to utilize another method of dream work, I feel I have made an important step in finding new resources to help with my personal spiritual growth and learning more about this wonderful multidimensional universe we live in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Robert Moss, for giving me this opportunity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-8674581121506332303?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/8674581121506332303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=8674581121506332303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8674581121506332303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8674581121506332303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/10/158-robert-moss-workshop-experiences.html' title='158) Robert Moss Workshop Experiences'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3203990147040300259</id><published>2011-09-28T07:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T07:44:49.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>157) Metamorphosis - Signs and Synchronicities Help with Change</title><content type='html'>Although I don’t like to write too much personal stuff here on the blog, I felt it is important that I post here what’s been going on in my life over the course of the last six weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done much reading about the ‘changing energies’ and such that is part of this time in our lives, and I do believe that this is all playing a part in what’s happening with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed that my OBE experiences have not been of the same type I am used to having, with little recall and activity happening.  It is mostly due, I am sure, to the emotional issues I am going through, as my ‘focus’ is not intently on having OOBEs at this time due to major changes in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest catalyst for this change for me had to the Hurricane Irene on September 26 and the flooding devastation that it caused to many families in my area.  I was luckier than most, yet still had to deal with a flooded basement and clearing out 25+ years of memories and possessions that I treasured from my past.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the week before we had experienced our first East Coast earthquake in over 100 years. This did no damage here, but was a bit disconcerting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the Universe knows that an uneventful earthquake and mere flooding isn’t going to be enough to kickstart me into action with the full cleansing process that I needed to do, so it gave me other issues to deal with like a frightful tire blowout in rush hour traffic one week, my credit card being stolen and used another week, and a repeat flooding with Tropical Storm Lee that passed through the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In taking stock of my life with these issues, I had to further realize that my married life was also doomed to the cleansing process, with the knowing that we had grown apart and were no longer capable of giving or receiving what we both need to have a full life.  This was a very difficult step for me to consider, yet one I know had been in my thoughts frequently over the past year or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weeks, I asked constantly for help in sending signs and giving me guidance as to what I needed to do.  I can see now how many of my lastest OBEs and even dreams gave support and significance to what is happening, although I haven’t been able to post them due to personal content.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that the Universe does provide for signs and comfort when needed, and especially if asked for.  I never needed some signs as badly as I did this past weekend, and they were there for me.  It still amazes me to think of the synchronicities that fell into place to get me where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share the few that I can, and it began with a Facebook post by a good friend (psychic) who saw these monarch butterflies that were “insistent” in getting her attention.  Although she didn’t know who they were for exactly, her initial feelings were that they were for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t place too much faith in this as a sign specifically for me, but felt it could be, as my grandmother is always associated with the monarch butterfly because she loved them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day, while outdoors trying to think about how I had to make these changes and wondering if now was the right time, TWO monarch butterflies come out of nowhere and start fluttering all around me!!! I watched in amazement, and silently thanked the Universe for the sign and support that it was all going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the same night, in a Facebook post, I see someone posted another butterfly photo and just below it was a beautiful picture of a red-tailed hawk.  I knew at once that this was another sign for me, as the hawk has been with me many times, in real life, every time I needed a sign before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a hawk that lives in my area that I never see unless I need validation about something.   I saw one the day my grandmother died, as he swooped down in front of my car and landed next to the road on a post in clear view.  At THAT time, I knew my grandmother was passing on (which was accurate to the minute) and I gave thanks again for the signal and comfort that all was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s funny how even though I wasn’t outdoors, the Universe managed to make sure I still saw my hawk JUST when I needed to have the comfort! I was so totally amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was now certain of my actions and what I needed to do.  The following day, just prior to making the official changes, I walked outdoors to center myself.  I asked once again for a sign, if possible, just to be sure, and what happens?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER monarch butterfly comes out of nowhere and again flutters all around me!! I smile so wide and thank the Universe profusely for their support and now happily and contentedly am able to go full steam ahead into creating a new and wonderful life for myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3203990147040300259?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3203990147040300259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3203990147040300259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3203990147040300259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3203990147040300259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/09/157-metamorphosis-signs-and.html' title='157) Metamorphosis - Signs and Synchronicities Help with Change'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7584665395268518622</id><published>2011-09-18T20:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:43:38.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>156) Analyzing, Seeing the Future, No Help with Retrieval</title><content type='html'>Sept. 18, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to my ‘traveling couch’ about 3am as usual with the intention that I would try to see into the future and see if I could bring back some sort of information as to what’s planned for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit, I found myself aware of vibrations, a soft buzzing sensation all over my body.  I was excited to think I’d get out again, and focused on finding the right time to roll out.  I pushed off and found myself, again, very heavy and difficult to move alongside my body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to get away, and affirmed, “to the door!” which brought me to my front door.  Thinking clearer now, I affirmed ‘awareness now!’ and happily moved through the door, feeling the outside air.  I took off once again, loving the ability to fly and flip with such freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there was lot of floating and flying going on at first, and from up high, I could see a town below.  I was so enraptured with the freedom of movement that I intentionally put ‘myself’ in all sort of body contortions…just enjoying myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point in doing a 360 degree flip that I asked myself ‘how am I able to tell what position I’m in if there is no gravity in the astral?’  This was a new thought to me, as I usually don’t try to analyze while out, but I wanted to know.  I thought, what IS it that gives me the sensation of position with my ‘astral body’ when there is no body?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a point of doing another flip trying to pay attention to what it was that gave me the ‘knowing’ of my position!  I realized it was a ‘fullness’ in my head when I put my feet up that seems to give validation to my position, and the feeling of ‘air’ in my face when I was moving forward…and wondered if it was really there or just my ‘usual belief’ that it had to be so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t try to analyze this too much, instead focusing on what it was that I wanted to do tonight.  I remembered I wanted to ‘see the future’ and with that, immediately found myself guided to an area below.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am flying down from above, I see what initially looks like a building (school feeling?) surrounded by flooded waters! (I have certainly had enough of that in my life lately!)  Upon closer inspection, however, I see the shimmering water is actually part of the landscape intentionally put there surrounding the beautiful building.  The only way to get to this area is by flying in or via water.  (Water is the universal dream symbol for your unconscious, emotions, and life energy...so this may mean I was getting in ‘deep’!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel excited about going here and anticipate a great experience, but as I go to land on the sidewalk outside, I suddenly feel a strong pull backward and the knowing I will not be going in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without having time to think, I found myself in a dark black tunnel, moving backward again, just as I have done many times before.  I think now that I must try to direct myself, and affirm ‘to my higher self!’ as this tunnel is similar to what I have felt before in other experiences when I was affirming that intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was a bit disappointing, as I found myself back on the couch….but again with someone standing next to me!!  I felt uncomfortable, not the ‘negative’ type energy, but an ‘irritable, agitated, impatient’ type energy.  It was uncomfortable enough that I remembered I had to ‘send love’ to this individual, and remember doing it more than once!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I finally saw was this elderly white female, with short white wavy hair, standing next to me speaking about how she is STILL waiting for this person that was to meet her!  (I felt it was a male she was waiting for)   She had calmed with the love energy I sent so I was able to hold a long polite conversation with her, talking about all sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember asking her name, hoping it’d trigger a validation once awake, and after having her repeat it (as I didn’t hear it clearly the first time), she said ‘Tanya Tucker’….but she then smiled and laughed as she recounted the story  about how that isn’t her ‘real name’ as she was given the Tucker name (by someone in a young age) and her real name was Tanya Hallock (?) Tucker, otherwise known as “THT” she said. (The name Hallock is the best pronunciation I can get from it, it could be something else similar sounding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually was a very polite woman, with a gravelly voice, talking at length and holding my hand as she spoke.  She says she’s waiting for someone she missed, and just keeps ‘waiting and waiting’ but he’s just not coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what to do, and thinking this is a spirit who needs to move on, I offer my usual suggestion to ‘look for’ someone who is with me so she can go with them.  I say, “maybe you should go with the one who is here with me” thinking I could move her on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in looking around, I see no one with me!! I am astonished, and even she says, ‘I don’t see anyone here!’  Trying not to miss a beat, I say, ‘well then, you just have to always keep looking for someone because they are always here!’  I felt flustered and unaccustomed to having no help at this point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks something about ‘will he have….(unclear what exactly it was but I recorded something about a ‘billionaire’?) or something to that effect…and I answered, ‘well, he’ll have whatever it is you need him to have! But he’s out there waiting for you!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that she said she had to leave, and putting on a long red wool coat, she disappeared through a door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking I had to pull back to full wakefulness to get this recorded, and once again, found myself in another false awakening where I was dealing with putting together my broken recorder as my memories faded!! So frustrating!   I tried my backward recall, tagging events with single words so I could remember as much as I could, but with even that small delay in waking, I lost a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other memory I have during this time, and I’m not sure where this fits, but I recall feeling as if I had ‘sore feet’ while I’m doing whatever I had to do….and just kept going…until I finally looked at my feet to see they were swollen to gigantic size with barely perceptible toes!!! I remember saying, ‘no wonder my feet hurt!!’ lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, my OBEs are not clearly organized or put together to offer any cohesive insight as to what it all means, so I’m always eager to hear any comments.  I do know that despite my fading memories of specific details, the freedom and happiness I had while out of body is just so fulfilling!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7584665395268518622?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7584665395268518622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7584665395268518622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7584665395268518622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7584665395268518622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/09/155-analyzing-seeing-future-no-help.html' title='156) Analyzing, Seeing the Future, No Help with Retrieval'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-6776956227357039427</id><published>2011-09-11T17:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T17:59:43.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>155) OBE Meeting in Maine and Hotel Experience</title><content type='html'>The Travels of a Dreamwalker  - Facebook Meeting   9/10/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I thought I’d post a quick synopsis of what events occurred during the first OBE ‘road trip’ and meeting in Scarborough, Maine.  The prior blog post &lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/09/154awareness-now-vacation-travel-with.html"&gt;(#154)&lt;/a&gt; recounts the first experience I had during this trip while visiting a fellow OBEr in Cape Cod, MA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meeting was arranged through a &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=199551703435174"&gt;Facebook event&lt;/a&gt; posted a few weeks ago. (https://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=199551703435174)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will begin by recounting the OBE that occurred the night before the meeting was to happen.  I awoke about 3:30am in the hotel room, and decided I’d like to try for an experience that I could share with the group the next day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first realized I was watching myself in a dream, walking around an unfamiliar kitchen looking for something.  Realizing I wasn’t going to find it, I decided I’d go back to bed.  I remember walking down a long hallway with doors on both sides (hotel hall?) until I found my own room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back in bed in this unfamiliar room, I realized I was in light vibrations!  What happened next was really interesting in that it seems my ‘consciousness’ moved from the ‘dream bed’ to my real bed!! I found myself fully conscious, knowing I’m physically in the hotel bed in Maine, in full vibrations!!!  I was excited, but kept calm and tried to roll out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused at first, because I wasn’t sure which side of the bed would be best to roll out!!  I just decided I’d ‘float’ and that’s when I was able to get to the window by my bed.  Passing through the window to the outdoors, I could again feel the texture change of the glass and coolness of the night air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the sidewalk, I tried to recall what it was that I wanted to do!!  I remembered that I could always just affirm, “to my higher self!” and have a great experience, but also at that moment thought that perhaps this ‘higher self’ experience might be too ‘deep’ or hard to understand for the group the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To I affirmed, “let me help someone!” as that is always what comes naturally as the next option when I’m out of body.  At that moment, I found myself zooming upwards, and could look down as floor after floor of a building disappeared below me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself in total blackness now, I am aware of strong arms around me.  I feel happy and comforted, and know this is likely one of my guides who always accompanies me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part is an interesting aspect of dream travel or astral projection.   It seems whatever is on your mind recently will many times take precedent over what you see and do when out of body.  This time was no exception, and I remember thinking, “hey, this is a good time to ask my guide what to do about (a personal situation)” that I had just discussed over dinner that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask him as he is behind me and over my left shoulder I can hear him tell me that ‘some things just take time’ or something like that which did answer my question in a roundabout way.   I decided at that point I wanted to see him, and twisted to the left to face him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as in many of my other experiences with my guides, again he disappears and I feel the pullback to full wakefulness.   Somehow I know that I must have told my guides to not let me get too much from them this time around in physical, as I wanted to do it myself! Lol  The good part of the experience is that I did get to ‘help someone’ but it seems that that person was me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meeting the next day, we had a good turnout of approximately 14 people, including our own Jaime M-Lundquist of California, founder of the Astral Projectors group on Facebook, via Skype on the computer.  We wanted to trial the use of Skype for giving a wider range of audience participation possibly in the future, and from what I can see, this is definitely a possibility!   Thanks Jaime for hanging in, despite the few disconnects and internet issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a beautiful room at the Hilton, quiet and secluded, and Leslie Dutton was the key facilitator I want to thank again for making sure we had a comfortable environment and some light snacks for the meeting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having everyone introduce themselves, I just gave a brief overview of who I was and what I did.  From there, the conversations ranged from benefits of astral travel, techniques, what to expect, various blog experiences, and even UFO’s and ‘otherworldly’ contacts that many of the participants have had.  This was a great panel of very open-minded and eager to learn individuals.  There were SO many topics we discussed as a group, giving way to open and free flowing conversations, while answering as many questions as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wonderful to have other astral projectors there, like Jo Leach and Jaime Lundquist, to share their experiences and interpretations on events that occurred.   Even our hostess, Leslie Dutton, was so animated in sharing her first out of body experience which added greatly to the validity of the topic for the participants, as many already knew her and could see her ‘life-altering’ perceptions that came from the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my hope that our excitement and joy in discussing and sharing the wide range of experiences and self-knowledge that came out at this meeting will encourage those who participated to seek more information about out of body travel and how it can benefit their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to continuing to grow and learn as I travel, and will not be happy to just astrally travel anymore!  Hopefully I shall be able to include more ‘physical’ travel now to see others to share my experiences with who are eager to learn and develop the out-of-body abilities that are already within each one of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-6776956227357039427?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/6776956227357039427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=6776956227357039427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6776956227357039427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6776956227357039427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/09/155-obe-meeting-in-maine-and-hotel.html' title='155) OBE Meeting in Maine and Hotel Experience'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-1499125524446321767</id><published>2011-09-07T23:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:59:49.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>154)Awareness now; Vacation travel with Motor Home</title><content type='html'>2011_09_07  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been nearly a month since my last blog post, and likely the longest it’s ever been between posts.  It’s not that there has not been out of body activity, but the experiences have either been too personal or too brief to share.   Even this short experience below isn’t much, but at least by posting it others may have some insight into its meaning or symbology that I cannot figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little background, the last few weeks have been more stressful than usual with family issues and concerns as well as cleaning up from hurricane Irene that passed through our area leaving behind much damage.   This entire past month seems to be a ‘cleaning up’ of energies around me, culminating with the hurricane that gave me no choice but to relinquish many items from my past and start anew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This change in direction fits with my life as I look over the past few years as well.  There has been many, many changes in my life that I would never have expected back then.  Changes in career direction, family dynamics, and even a new desire to meet more of my OOBE friends has opened new doors and opportunities that could not have manifested had I not had the courage to undergo these changes.  I’m thankful for all the learning and experiences I have had out of body, as I feel this has been a major reason why my life is moving in this great new direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the experience this morning, I will start by saying I am currently on my ‘road trip’ to Cape Cod and Maine to fulfill one of my desire to meet some of my online OOB friends.  In my room this morning, I had the luxury of sleeping in (a rare treat!) and found myself lifting gently above my body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited to know I was ready to move, I rolled out and stood in my room.  It was hazy and unclear, but I was happy to see that I was able to remember my intention to use “Awareness Now!” as my affirmation once out of body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon affirming “Awareness now!”, my vision cleared and I could see the details of my room.  Wanting to really ‘clear up’ my thinking and enhance my recall for this experience, I again affirmed “Awareness now”.  (I had listened to William Buhlman’s tapes on my long ride to Cape Cod, and was impressed with his use of this affirmation to bring more of your own ‘consciousness’ into the energy body where it was now located to enhance clarity and recall and wanted to use this in my next experience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This worked perfectly and I knew I wanted to move out and see if I could meet up with the person I hoped to see.   I headed for the door and upon exiting was SO surprised to see the change in environment!  I was no longer in ‘physical’ surroundings but now hanging outside of a large mobile home that was being driven down a highway!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was concerned at first because I thought I hadn’t had the time to dress properly being outside, and looked back into my motel room, which I could still see clearly and perfectly and knew that at least I had my clothes with me available in that room.  (I was aware I was traveling and not at home and somehow worried that I didn’t have them with me if I was leaving on this bus-like motor home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, clinging to the outside of the motor home once I left my room, I’m enjoying myself tremendously, feeling the breeze as it moves down the road, and even watching a car come at me and swinging myself in front of it just to show how ‘daring’ and unfearful I could be while OOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved up to the front to see who was driving, wanting to speak with him, and found him talking on his cell phone in heated discussion about some sort of personal issue and his inability to pay some bills.  It really didn’t make much sense to me and I wondered what this all meant if someone else is driving my ‘home’.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt confused, maybe due to the new surroundings, maybe due to the analyzing of my situation, and quickly found myself back in body waking in my bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a short rather uneventful OBE, yet one that I clearly remember as being vivid and in full clear vision and control.  I’m hoping maybe someone can maybe offer some insight into what this may mean, if anything, as I feel it has some symbolic meaning in view of the many changes I’ve experienced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-1499125524446321767?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/1499125524446321767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=1499125524446321767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/1499125524446321767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/1499125524446321767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/09/154awareness-now-vacation-travel-with.html' title='154)Awareness now; Vacation travel with Motor Home'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-2463168776914376717</id><published>2011-08-06T09:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:25:20.403-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retrieval'/><title type='text'>153)  Helping a Fearful Child</title><content type='html'>2011_08_06  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a short experience I had early this am after waking and moving to my ‘traveling couch’.   I thought I’d still try for the use of the MP3’s to help my ‘becoming aware’, but this time it wasn’t needed!  I did use Jurgen Ziewe’s chanting sounds to relax but that was all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself ‘awake’ lying on the couch, and being aware of a sense of FEAR!  Not so much for ME being fearful, but fear that was associated with someone quite close to my body as it lay on the couch!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t really see this person at first, just felt the strong fear energies emanating from it, which of course, to be honest, made me just a little bit concerned.  My fear dissipated immediately when realized this was a very small child standing next to me! (He couldn’t have been more than 2 years old, likely less…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at first caught offguard, wondering ‘Now what do I do?!?’ and then I sensed an adult presence also nearby at the bottom of the couch area.  This was a female, clearly seen, short sandy-colored hair and small glasses and petite frame.  I somehow knew she was waiting for this child to know she was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure how I did it, but turning to face the child I sent love and even tried to hug him with my energies.  He calmed immediately and I told him, “look who’s here!” as I picked him up and handed him to this woman.  I have no idea how I knew what to do, or if I was doing the right thing, I just did what felt to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman smiled, the child’s energies calmed and changed, and then they both disappeared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all happened so quick and I can remember thinking I have to get this recorded!! I distinctly remember taking out the recorder and recording it….BUT.. I found out later that I STILL wasn’t awake when I did that because the recorder was sitting untouched next to me when I fully awoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, this ‘close to physical’ experience was easy to recall, even if short.  I do get a feeling of being some help, and am happy to know this fearful child is safe and happy once again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-2463168776914376717?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/2463168776914376717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=2463168776914376717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2463168776914376717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2463168776914376717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/08/153-helping-fearful-child.html' title='153)  Helping a Fearful Child'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-36794847361736187</id><published>2011-07-31T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T12:43:34.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>152) Seeing Buddy again; Teaching my Daughter</title><content type='html'>July 30, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this experience, again I had difficulty in falling back asleep once I moved to the ‘traveling couch’ about 3am.  I used the MP3s again to fall back asleep and was disappointed to wake without any memory of dreams or OBE’s at 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not getting discouraged, I decided to try a different series of MP3s that I had made into a playlist, this one with the recording of the words “I’m dreaming” built in after the guided meditation for induction of the right ‘mind state’, followed by a white noise type binaural beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my problem with falling back to sleep and staying asleep was the fact that my new kitten insisted on climbing on top of me and nuzzling me at random times!! I knew this might be an issue for getting OOB, but I remembered I was able to do it before with her here, so I just kept trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, this may have actually helped me, as I remember starting my tapes and realized my next recollection was of the cat moving around by my legs.  In ‘looking’ there, I saw not only my kitten, but also my passed on black lab curled up next to me!  He was SO happy to see me and I was ecstatic to be able to rub him and cuddle him again! I do remember thinking he had had a ‘haircut’, and that was unusual, especially since he never needed one before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t ‘click’ right away that this was unusual, but then I realized, ‘wait, he can’t be here’ and I strained to remember that I DID take him to the vet last year when he was SO infirmed and sick.  My mind was befuddled for a few seconds, as he was here and SO real, that I had to force myself to remember the details of his death to know this was not a ‘physical life’ reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is also unusual though is when I realized I was likely in my ‘astral body’, I didn’t even have the awareness to roll out and move!  My next recollection seems to be within a ‘dream’ again, finding myself leisurely walking around a ‘flea market’ of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking at objects, talking with people and SUDDENLY, I stop in my tracks with the realization, ‘hey, I could be out of body…maybe I AM dreaming!’ (I was confused when I first woke, wondering why I had this sudden realization as there was no apparent ‘trigger’ in that dream sequence at the flea market –an anomaly or other signal like I just had with my dog Buddy – to trigger this awareness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the chance I was ‘out’ and tried to do the little jump which confirmed I was out!! (By doing a little jump and seeing how it ‘feels’ more floating and soft, then you know!)  I do remember flying around and doing a few things first, but then I remembered I was there with my daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a ‘superman pose’ flying swoop to where she was in another room, and she jumped down from some height to be with me.  I told her, “You know you’re dreaming, don’t you?”  She said, “No, what do you mean?”  I said, “You’re are actually dreaming now and you can do whatever you want since you are out of body! You can do flips….(which, with that statement, I realized she CAN do flips already as she is a gymnast!)…well, so you can do that already, but now you can also fly!!  Do a little jump, you’ll see!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she did a little jump, and said, “Wow, this is great! I am dreaming!” and she took off flying and swooping all around the room!  She moved outdoors, and now I am watching her ‘remotely’ as if on a screen in front of me.  I see her flying all around this playground, having so much fun, doing all kinds of things, and even passing directly through the back of a bench!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I stood there watching her, I remember clearly thinking, ‘let me try recording now because I really want to remember all that I’ve done!’   So I pull out my recorder, holding it firmly in my hand, and see that it looks totally different from what it normally does.  Instead of small and grey, it is rather large and dark colored.  Nevertheless, I want to try, and with a click of the switch, I see the lights go on and am thrilled maybe I CAN record ‘from here’ so that I could retain more memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I framed the words in my mind and then try to speak….but I had no voice! Such an odd ‘feeling’! I’m trying to ‘talk’, I have the words and memories, but nothing is coming ‘out’!  Now my thoughts are ‘gosh, this is likely going to make me go back to body, isn’t it?’…and then of course, I feel that transitioning to more wakefulness immediately after.  I wake, finding nothing in my hands, and my recorder still carefully tucked at my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I consciously took a chance of trying to do something I knew would make me go back to body.  I generally try to avoid such things, but I so wanted to be able to recall more memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in looking at the clock I see it is now 6am, only an hour after starting my MP3s.  The hour-long white noise was still playing and only about 15 minutes into it.  What I realized was that the timing of the voice stating, “I’m dreaming” was likely the trigger for the ‘sudden realization’ I had in the flea market!  It worked!  Instead of my usual ‘triggers’ to awareness (anomalies in what is usual), I must have unconsciously ‘heard’ those words which make me stop and think about my ‘state’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my daughter later that day to see if she could validate or confirm any of the events.  She had no specific recall, but what she told me was astonishing to me.  She told me she ‘dreams a lot’ but never takes the times to try to remember them.  I asked her if she ever becomes aware she is dreaming while within a dream, and she said, ‘Oh, all the time!’   She went on to say that there are times when she even is aware enough to ask herself, “I wonder if this is what my mom does when she tells me she is traveling in her dreams”!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I was shocked…and told her that she has already learned the hardest part of learning to travel OOB, the ability to become ‘aware’ within a dream!  I was a little disappointed, though, to hear her say that she had no interest at this time to pursue this ability.  As she says, most times when she becomes aware, she remembers feeling like she would prefer to ‘just go back to the dream’ and enjoy it instead of keeping the control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great OBE, I feel, as I not only learned more about my daughter’s abilities, but that it also gave me another chance to ‘be with’ my beloved pet Buddy again!  But I also learned another lesson…that I’ll just have to live with the loss of memories rather than try to make any more recordings while remaining conscious in the astral!! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-36794847361736187?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/36794847361736187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=36794847361736187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/36794847361736187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/36794847361736187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/07/152-seeing-buddy-again-teaching-my.html' title='152) Seeing Buddy again; Teaching my Daughter'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3747124528325104092</id><published>2011-07-17T19:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:37:56.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>151) Total Control OOB in Astral City; More Tips and Techniques</title><content type='html'>7.14.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a long one, but it’s filled with good information including more tips and techniques for getting out of body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To preface this OOBE, I want to mention that I had set intentions to do a few things when I next had an OOBE.  From a previous post recommendation, I was told that I should try to remember to ask someone if they could tell me how I could have a better recall with my experiences, since I lose so much upon waking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I have been enjoying a daily walk that includes a beautiful view overlooking countryside and each time I pass by, I affirm I want to ‘fly again’ like the birds I see over the landscape and enjoy that freedom, since it’s been a while since I ‘consciously’ did that during an experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in my past few posts you can read that I’ve learn how to change textures while OOB using only my mind and understanding ‘reality’ as we experience it.  I have been having some great discussions on the Facebook site with others about this as well as using borderline consciousness states just as you wake to induce OBEs.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of this as a prelude to my OBE, you’ll understand better why I’m so excited about what happened, despite the fact that the actual plot of the OBE was not impressive.  This one was more about ‘experiencing’ and understanding, than doing….although I did that too!   I hope I’m able to describe what I felt well enough for you to understand as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to my couch about 3am, as usual, I decided I’d use my MP3s to help get into the right mind-state, as the past few times I’ve had difficulty falling back asleep or into an OBE.  For this one, though, I had a playlist made where I inserted my own voice saying “you’re dreaming” after the guided meditation in hopes of making me become more aware, before it continued into some binaural beat music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember listening to the guided relaxation, fully visualizing my usual protective white light and doing affirmations as I listened, and then, ‘woke’ a bit at the point where I heard my own voice say ‘I’m dreaming’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, this was a waking to in-between conscious state before fully waking, although at the time, I felt fully awake, yet very relaxed as I could not feel my body.  I remember turning my head to look at a clock on the wall (one with hands – not digital) and seeing it was already 5am! (The fact that it was a ‘hands’ clock is a key point to my not realizing I was not fully awake…see later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember thinking, ‘oh well, it’s late, but there is still time to get out if I can’…and with that turned back and realized, ‘hey, wait…something is different here’.  I did not feel vibrations, nor did I have the usual floating sensation, but something felt very different than ‘real life’ lying on the couch. (I wish I had a better description for you, but it just felt ‘not normal’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only that hint of a doubt and remembering that I should not analyze anything but just GO when I have ANY degree of doubt about my ‘reality’, I decided to try to roll out!    I was so surprised to find myself now rolling off the couch and falling flat on my face on the floor!  But I was out of body!! I felt SO very heavy and had difficulty moving, but so happy to be out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ‘blind’ seeing nothing but darkness and felt my usual need to go ‘to the door!’ to prevent being pulled back in.  I tried to move but the strong pulling and tugging made it difficult to get free from the area I was in.  I remember moving away, but not completely to the door, when I stopped and thought, ‘wait, maybe I should see why I can’t move’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no vision still, I decided I’d try to move around the room, feeling my way, and was busy sensing where the different furniture was using only my sense of ‘vibration’ change.  I remember it was fun to try to ‘feel’ where everything was without seeing, and then once knowing I was next to a piece of furniture, changing how it felt to become more solid, and then ‘lighter’ again.  (This is so difficult to explain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get my attention, I think, a small kitten appears and I realize I’m now seeing and playing with this kitten next to the door I wished to exit.  (I have a cat, but this was a very young unfamiliar kitten).  Seeing the door clearly now, I decide to leave and take special effort to open the door the ‘usual way’ so the kitten would not get out, but also remarking to myself, ‘gee that’s silly to open the door when I can just go through it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I exited the door, I found myself in another house, an older one, that had the ‘feel’ of a grandmother’s home and I thought for a bit it was MY grandmother’s home, although it looked a bit different.   It is interesting to note that somehow it felt as if it belonged to BOTH my maternal and paternal grandmother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was floating above two women who were discussing what to do with the different things in the house, as their mother had passed on and the belongings needed to be divided up.  These women felt to be similar to my mother’s sisters, yet the house felt to be my father’s mother’s! I almost felt as though I was eavesdropping on their conversations, as they seemed to have no awareness of my presence.  They were reminiscing with each item found and reliving memories of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With them was a little boy, who was constantly getting into things and being a general nuisance to their work.  At one point, I saw the little boy climb something very high and knew he was in trouble.  I had to intervene to bring him down safely, and it was at that point the women realized I was there!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was interesting, though, was that they had no problem with the fact that I was just flying around them and bringing their boy back to safety!  Now they are talking with me, and carrying on everyday conversation.  I remember telling them about the old hat boxes and others things up in the rafters that I saw when I was flying around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really fascinating with this experience now is that I am much more aware than I ever have been while out of body! I feel as though I am in FULL control AND remembering more from my actual ‘physical’ life and bringing those thoughts into this experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most times, when within an OBE, I have learned that I cannot stop to ‘think’ and analyze situations and events, as that is when I find myself being pulled back to body.  Now, it seems, I have the ability to stop and ‘think’ of what I want to do and to bring in more ‘physical life’ references while keeping the experience going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was shown to me a few times, as I remember when I was watching these women pack up and leave the house, I decided I’d fly off to explore other areas.  I started to move away from them I recall saying ‘Remember, I’ll see you later!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that point I realized that I wanted to ask someone while within an experience how could I have better recall when I became fully awake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned and swooped back to the one woman and asked, “How can I remember more details when I am back in my body?” and her reply was, “why do you need to remember details? You know you’re out, you know you’re here”…and I replied, “because I like to write and share these experiences and need to have better recall”….but I could see that I was not going to get the answer I wanted, so gave up and flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At another time while within this house, I remembered encountering my current husband and was a bit surprised to see him there! He tried to start a conversation with me, saying something about my son that had to be dealt with, but I recall my response clearly, “do we have to discuss it now? I don’t’ want to talk about it now because I’m out of body and we can do this when I return to my physical body!’  (I am guessing this might have been a challenge to see if I could maintain my awareness with a ‘real life’ person to encounter and deal with!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember trying to fly face first into an old section of the house above a door, just to show I could! Funny this is, I got stuck half way through and had to extricate myself slowly with some very strong mental affirmations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to a flat area next to the grandmother’s house up high in the mountain, and looked out over the city below.  Looking back at the house I thought, ‘who’s going to want to live in this old house? It’s so far away from everything and so old, yet it is filled with memories.’  My thoughts explained that this house had served its purpose and was perfect while they were here, but it was not needed any more so it would be gone.   In thinking this, there was no strong emotional attachment; it just had to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to face the city below, I now remember how much I wanted to once again fly over the countryside, swooping and enjoying the freedom it gave me.  I took a running leap off the edge and flew over the city below, watching the people and looking into the windows on the various buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this to be an entirely different sort of city, one where people knew you were there and thought nothing of someone flying in to talk with them!  One particular encounter I had was swooping down to talk to a young mother who had a child with her.  She took advantage of asking me my medical opinion (how she knew I had that background, I don’t know!) about prescribing a certain medication refill for her son and if I’d do it for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to explain that this was a medication from another doctor and one I was not familiar with so she would have to get it from him.  At this point another man stopped by to chat with us, describing his son’s use of that same medication and saying it wasn’t a good one.  With that, I flew off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself with the knowing I was going back to body…and struggled to remember these details.  Using my recorder once fully awake, I was so surprised to see via my phone clock that it was yet only 4:55am!  I realized now that the clock on the wall that I looked at before was stopped at 2:10am and could not have said 5am!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I looked at a digital clock prior to my experience, chances are the numbers would have been abnormal somehow (as I’ve used this signal before) and I would have known for sure I was OOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, IMO, the learning in this experience I feel was not so much the particular interactions that I had, but the way in which I had the interactions.  I was able to stop and take in more of my surroundings, and use recall of my physical life intentions to control what I did within the experience.  Most times, I just do whatever comes my way, but for this one, I was the one in complete control of both thoughts and actions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realm I was traveling in played out like a ‘regular life’, but yet the people there were accustomed to having travelers like me dropping in.  They seemed to know me and didn’t mind my presence, and I was just doing what I wanted when I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is also interesting this time is the use of the recording “I’m dreaming” to bring me to a lighter state of awareness.  This ‘twilight state’ is very conducive to getting out of body and it is that time when you are not quite asleep, yet not fully awake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This suggestion might help those who are having difficulty getting out of body or remembering their dreams.  With this busy world we live in, most of us are accustomed to jumping out of bed with the alarm each morning, dismissing any thoughts quickly as we prepare for our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not set the alarm a few minutes earlier? Or even better, use a second alarm that has a softer tone to it earlier than your ‘must get up’ alarm.  Upon hearing this softer alarm (a soft chime, gong, or beep), know that you now have been brought to awareness and do not move a muscle.  Keep your consciousness aware as you attempt to reconnect to the memories of whatever dream or thoughts you were just having.  You may even be able to fade back into the ‘mind-awake, body-asleep’ state that is key for an out of body experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reconnecting, you can use backward recall to find more details, starting with what you remember last and then thinking what happened just before.  Use the ‘tagging’ system I mentioned in my blog where key points are ‘tagged’ with a single word for easier recall once fully awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once now fully awake and moving, use these key words to quickly write or record your memories.  You’ll find there are times when recurrent themes may be directing your thoughts that offer insight and help with your daily lives.  It is by consistent journaling and practice that success will eventually come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3747124528325104092?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3747124528325104092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3747124528325104092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3747124528325104092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3747124528325104092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/07/151-total-control-oob-in-astral-city.html' title='151) Total Control OOB in Astral City; More Tips and Techniques'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-4233276407035378116</id><published>2011-07-14T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:14:26.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Pass Through Truck Miracle Post</title><content type='html'>This is what I wrote in response to a request as to why I feel this 'Pass Through Truck Miracle' occurred in my life....it might be insightful for others so I'll share it here too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for why it happened, I'll likely not fully know in this life, however, I do feel it may have been one of the 'built in' exits that could have been pre-planned into my life.  We take much effort in-between lives, IMO, to create all types of options to be shown to us when necessary depending on what choices we make in this life.  It's hard to imagine, but I believe that every single choice we make here has been seen before and a pre-planned set of experiences designed to maximize our learning here was created.  This includes 'life exits' that may be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of this truck miracle (1999), I was in turmoil, emotionally exhausted, and going through a bad divorce.  I was on my way to sign papers that I felt to be totally wrong to do so, yet had to do....(ok, so the details were that I was on my way to sign papers to mortgage my house, the one my father built for me as payment for taking care of his mother, to pay my soon-to-be ex his half of it!!! totally not fair in my eyes!)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading once where we sometimes pre-plan certain points in our life where we are given the opportunity to 'exit' this life depending upon our degree of need or desire.  This could have been one of those, and the fact that the crash didn't happen was because I was stable enough to know that my young children (at the time) were the reason I had to remain and wanted to do so.  You can see that I had no idea this was going to happen, as I repeated with certainty that 'he's going to hit me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have to clarify at the time, I was not as involved in the astral travel nor have the understanding that I have now.  Those were the times when life was my family, and the few dream experiences I had and such were nothing more than that.   In hindsight now, I can see that I've been guided to this point in my life for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say, that this wasn't the first time I had 'divine intervention' that stopped me from a catastrophic  outcome.  One other time when I was just a young woman of 25,  I was saved from certain disaster with my first encounter with 'voices' within a dream.  If interested, I can share that too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-4233276407035378116?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/4233276407035378116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=4233276407035378116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4233276407035378116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4233276407035378116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/07/response-to-pass-through-truck-miracle.html' title='Response to Pass Through Truck Miracle Post'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-8056959304362423657</id><published>2011-07-11T20:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:14:11.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass Through Truck - A Miracle in My Life</title><content type='html'>In discussing the idea of ‘true reality’ with others, I shared an unusual experience I had many years ago that I felt was much similar to this 'change in solidness' that I felt in my last OBE (&lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/07/150-levels-of-collective-consciousness.html"&gt;150- Levels of Collective Consciousness&lt;/a&gt;).  I feel it might help to share it here on my blog as well.  This experience, however, it was in real life, hence my strong belief that you should be able to alter physical 'reality' as it is only an illusion of what 'true reality' is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To share quickly, I was driving on a highway, going over a bridge. I pulled out to pass a long semi-truck (tractor trailer) and was just about half way up past him, when he decided to pull into my lane!! I had nowhere to go but over the side of the bridge, so I slammed on my brakes, knowing full well I was too far up the side of the truck to completely miss him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all played out in slow motion, hence why I KNOW I saw what I saw....as I'm repeating to myself, "he's going to hit me!" watching the truck move closer knowing I'll be pushed to water below....and then was UTTERLY AMAZED to see the back corner of the truck PASS THROUGH the hood of my car as he pulled completely in my lane in front of me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking with disbelief and needed to pull over after he continued on his way, never realizing how close I came to certain death! I questioned myself as to what I really saw, but then I also KNOW that I did not make that up....I SAW two solid physical objects become 'transparent' and pass through each other, keeping me safe (but just a bit shook up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of me 'knows' the real truth deeply, as this is why I am adamant about how illusory this life really is when I’m discussing it with others….but I can understand why others have a difficult time with this idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDENDUM - Be sure to click on comments below for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-8056959304362423657?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/8056959304362423657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=8056959304362423657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8056959304362423657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8056959304362423657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/07/pass-through-truck-miracle-in-my-life.html' title='Pass Through Truck - A Miracle in My Life'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-1737233521991444433</id><published>2011-07-04T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:32:23.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>150) Levels of Collective Consciousness</title><content type='html'>July 4, 2011  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a difficult time falling back asleep this morning after waking as usual about 3am.  I found myself in that ‘twilight’ state for most of the next few hours, where you know you are not asleep, yet your body is very relaxed.  Despite my best efforts, there was nothing happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a bit frustrated at this apparent inability to get into the right mindstate for an exit, and finally after two hours, gave up and turned to my MP3’s I’ve used in my early years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled to realize that it worked and I now found myself at the edge of vibrations ready to separate!  I could clearly see the back of the couch I was lying on, and knew I could just climb over and get out, so I did!  It was an easy exit, and I wasted no time in taking off flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I have to apologize for the lack of recall, as I’m just as frustrated as anyone would be when they know there was SO much more done while out of body and yet, upon full consciousness, the memories disappear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do recall is flying over some sort of building, open structures, rather like a wooden garden pagoda shape.  As I passed over, I would put my hand down to feel top part of the structure, surprised to see that I could feel a ‘solidness’ to it and other times notice that my hand passed right through.  I remember thinking why was this happening? (I realize now it was likely a prelude to what I was to learn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next recollection is walking through streets, telling myself “I will have full recall” trying to impress what was happening in my memory.   I’m now sitting with a female, and the only word that remains is ‘consciousness’ as the topic of our conversation.  My impression is that we were talking about the many different levels of consciousness that exist and how it depends on where we are in that ‘mix’ as to what we will perceive as reality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember learning something like is it not just our individual ‘consciousness’ that determines our ‘reality’, but that it is a combinations of all the ‘consciousness’ levels that exist in our physical environment.  I had always thought that there was my own individual one, and a general ‘collective consciousness’ that existed that ultimately affected our physical lives here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What prompted this, I believe, is a discussion I have been having a discussion with another about what ‘reality’ is.   He feels that what we know as our physical reality here is more of  an ‘external’ and separate influence in our lives, and which I believe is more of an individually created and influenced reality existing here.  I did, however, agree it was difficult to fully understand how one person can affect what appears to be ‘external’ physical reality in any big way due to the overwhelming ‘collective consciousness’ effect that exists as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now seem to understand that our individual consciousness is not just our own perceptions, but also what we have assimilated through a multitude of levels of other ‘collective consciousnesses’, from the smaller family and societal level consciousness, to larger religious and  cultural consciousness that also make up our individual realities.  This is very difficult to explain, but the idea was that there were many more levels of influence out there than just the two I had thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also shown to me in a series of ‘hands on’ demonstrations, where I can recall trying different awareness levels and doing different tasks.  For instance, I can remember being adamant that a surface was solid, completely and utterly impenetrable, and to prove it, slammed my hand down on the counter to show how sturdy it is.  Yet, at the same time, I knew I was out of body so I should not be able to do so.   I remember the ‘feel’ of that solidness, only to change the next minute when I was told to raise my vibration and awareness to be able to gently glide my hand right through that same surface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other demonstration had to do with the sense of smell, and I can recall asking what that smell I was being shown was and the word ‘coriander’ is all I have left of those details.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it seems I am always saying how much I don’t remember, but yet somehow, I am able to bring back at least a little bit to share!   There was so much more but at least I do know that I came away with a deeper understanding of what reality is…and what it isn’t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-1737233521991444433?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/1737233521991444433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=1737233521991444433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/1737233521991444433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/1737233521991444433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/07/150-levels-of-collective-consciousness.html' title='150) Levels of Collective Consciousness'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-844944617714519068</id><published>2011-06-25T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T13:12:54.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>149) Transition to Consciousness Using Fear</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share a quick experience I had with a short nap I had today, something I rarely do (take a nap) but maybe I should consider! lol  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered why it is that I don't become 'lucid' when I find myself undergoing some significant distress in my dreams.  It would seem to me that if I felt I was in  a 'dire moment' where I was about to undergo some significant injury or even death that I should be able to realize it's only a dream and wake up to 'consciousness'.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In thinking about this more lately, I realized that should I next find myself in this type of situation, that it WOULD be a good idea to just 'assume' I'm dreaming and take off.  With the understanding that this life is 'but a dream' in essence (as we are spiritual beings having a physical body), even if it WAS 'physical life' that this was happening in, then I'd still 'wake to consciousness' on the other side!  Does this make sense?  In other words, I would avoid the pain and suffering of a severe injury or 'death' if it was 'real life' or a dream, thereby enjoy the easy transition to my real 'self'!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had the chance to use this new idea today, as I found myself doing something around a heavy machinery tractors (what I was doing there, I had no idea!)  At one point, the backhoe (digging machine) that I had climbed up on started to tilt and fall backward down a steep incline.  I was immediately catapulted upward off the front of the machine very, very high!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I 'knew' that I was about to be killed or severely injured when I landed, as there would be no avoiding it with how high I was.  I somehow remembered at that point that there was no reason to fear, it HAD to be a dream and that I could just take off flying!  And I did!!! I was THRILLED to know that I could do this, feeling my falling body now soaring and not having to worry about being hurt or dying!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it...maybe doesn't sound like much, but I can see that my experiences are taking things up a notch and becoming more frequent.  I'm thrilled they've returned and just wanted to share my new 'perspective' on things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-844944617714519068?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/844944617714519068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=844944617714519068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/844944617714519068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/844944617714519068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/06/149-transition-to-consciousness-using.html' title='149) Transition to Consciousness Using Fear'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-5875072159362107455</id><published>2011-06-23T12:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T12:16:43.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>148) California Adventures; Meeting Jaime and OOB in a Plane!</title><content type='html'>6/19/11  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had met my new OBE friend Jaime for the first time this day, and set the intention to see if I could go visit in an OBE that night.  My first recollection after my induction was of being in a hospital-type area with friends caring for me, helping me to move from one room to another.  I knew I wanted to go, but yet I might not be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impatiently I rolled out and immediately fell backward, unsteady and unable to control my movements.  I could hear my daughter and a friend (Bill?) talking in distance going off to explore but I was not in control enough to move to go with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding myself back in body, I noticed a beautiful multicolored geometric mosaic design behind my closed eyes that swirled around until it faded and I found myself fully aware again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consciously attempted to induce again, and this time found it was an easy exit, as I moved out the door to fly up through some trees (as usual).  This time, though, I stopped to ask the tree if it ever had a hug, and then grabbed some leaves and branches to give it a hug.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went off, with limited recall now as I had such an unexpected ending to this experience that it overtook these memories.  I recall only of flying high, very dark at first having to state ‘clarity now’ twice to try to improve, and impressing three words into my consciousness to help with my recall.  “horse”? “house“? and a third word I have no memory of now.  Vaguely, I can remember seeing a wide open plain with horse(s) below me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other memory was seeing a city below me lit up with lights as it was night time, knowing it was a different appearance than the cities back home.  It appeared to be in a flat area but surrounded by mountains, similar to the landscape I noticed in California.  My only ‘feelings’ left to this beginning experience was as if I was ‘high and far away’ with wonderful memories when I returned to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the usual fumbling with the recorder, seeing the lit display with odd numbers, so I knew it was a signal of a false awakening.  I was excited to record what I had remembered, so I pulled back to more wakefulness, but was surprised to see that the recorder was still malfunctioning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to pull awake once more when I noticed a man and two young boys standing behind the couch I was lying on.  “Jaime is here!” was the first impression I had, but also knew he looked just a bit different.  He had on some sort of ‘uniform’ but it wasn’t military, a short sleeve single color (white? gold?) chef-type shirt with a design on the right sleeve. (This is why the memories of the first part faded quickly, as I was so excited to see him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With him were two boys around the age of 8 or 9.  I remember sitting and chatting with them, Jaime with one boy on his lap and the other standing in front.  We were laughing and having a good time.  I tried to look closely at the young boys to be able to describe what they looked like after awakening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both boys had brown eyes, the one on Jaime’s lap with small style dark color frame glasses and messy wavy hair in a beautiful red-brown color.  I remember remarking on how messy it was!  The other boy had a mop of hair, brown, rounder face and possibly freckles.  I wasn’t sure if Jaime was their caretaker or the one was related and the other a friend.  I remember thinking what nice kids they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was so surprised to see Jaime at the end when I was ‘pulling back’ to awareness, I have completely forgotten when it was that I did earlier in the night, and can only remember these few details.  I just know I came back from ‘far away’ and ‘high’ and had a fantastic time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was also SO nice to know that my intention to ‘go see’ Jaime the same night I met him for the first time brought him here to my daughter’s place at the end of a great OBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In speaking with Jaime later, I found that that he remembered sitting and talking with people that night, but no recollection of the young boys or any idea who they could have been.  Because Jaime is very familiar with the OBE process as well, I feel it just may have been a connection we both shared that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/22/11 Plane flight home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In meeting with OBE friends in California and sharing their excitement, it motivated me to want to try something new and see if I could get OOB while traveling on the plane to home, since I knew it was a long trip and I could sleep.  I was concerned it might not happen, as I have never attempted this in a noisy, bumpy, moving environment, but still wanted to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In used my usual affirmations and visualization before sleep, and remember being surprised to feel my left knee floating up as I sat in the plane seat. (I was in a window seat, next to the wing of the plane.)  It didn’t bring me to awareness of possibly being OOB, as my mind registered it as something interesting but not that unusual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that point that we had to have hit some turbulence, or maybe my seatmate moved slightly to bump me, but I felt my astral leg quickly and heavily sink back into my physical body, enough to startle me to more awareness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized ‘hey wow! I WAS starting to get OOB!’  Without waking completely, I settled back in and soon found both knees now floating up, to the point where I felt totally squished in the seat!  I wondered how do I get out fully while sitting in this plane seat?!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a change in position might help, so I leaned back, falling through the back of the seat, and then used a ‘floating’ visualization to try to lift.  My next memory is of seeing the ceiling of the plane only inches from my face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realized I was out!! I was so thrilled, yet I told myself not to get too excited.  I remember thinking I should verify it by moving my hand through the roof of the plane.  As I placed my hand partially through the ceiling successfully, I fearfully remembered I was in a moving airplane and maybe shouldn’t disturb some important ‘wiring’ or such and so pulled my hand back in quickly! (This shows me how strong my beliefs were that you just don’t go outside or mess with a moving airplane!! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m doing handstands on the back of the seats, flopping myself into unsuspecting passengers laps and then moved to the front of the plane.  I found two open seats next to a young male and thought I’d just stop here to check out first class.  While there, the stewardess made some announcement, and I realized that no one was too happy about her disturbing their quiet.  I could feel the passenger’s ‘irritation’ and even sensed some ‘discontent’ from the stewardess as she performed her job.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point we did hit turbulence, and I awoke fully from my sleep.  I was so happy to have succeeded! I knew I had felt ‘confined’ to the inside of the plane, with my fear of causing problems should I have exited it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is very interesting, though, is that soon after I awoke, I was able to see the TV screen of the row ahead of me.  It was playing a Bugs Bunny cartoon where he was returning the Tasmanian devil home to Tasmania.  Bugs Bunny was flying home, and was sad about leaving behind the Tasmanian devil.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before landing, Bugs looks out the plane and sees the Tasmanian devil riding home with him out on the wing of the plane!! I knew this was meant for me to see, as I felt at that time that the next time I WILL be able to remember that I cannot be harmed and will get out to see what it’s like on the wing as we fly!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-5875072159362107455?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/5875072159362107455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=5875072159362107455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5875072159362107455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5875072159362107455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/06/148-california-adventures-meeting-jaime.html' title='148) California Adventures; Meeting Jaime and OOB in a Plane!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-8877134160579526904</id><published>2011-06-11T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:55:18.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>147) Multiple exits; Instant Movement; Comets; Fighter Pilot</title><content type='html'>June 9, 2011 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was interesting about this OBE was the fact that I had multiple exits and multiple scenes that I interacted in, but as usual, my recall is limited to only a few specific details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found this time was that I was enjoying so much more ‘movement’ with an apparent ability to instantaneously move to a new situation or scene without the usual long black tunnels and sensations of ‘time’ passing.  I believe most of my lost recall is due to these multiple ‘instant’ scene changes.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know from past posts, I try to use a single word recall for different parts to jog my memory once awake.  I remember attempting to ‘pin’ one word signals to these various scenes, and was only able to hang onto the tags “door”, “stadium”, “comet”, “jet”, and “cuddle”, as key points to remember.  The rest of the descriptions I write are formed from the ‘feelings’ and ‘emotions’ that are recalled with these signal words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know I was ‘out’ multiple times, as the key word ‘door’ indicates.  I remember thinking each time I found myself back to body that I wasn’t done and wanted out again! There was great control of my exits and each time I would take a moment to ‘feel’ the change in texture as I passed through my front door, which is why that stuck with me as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in this OBE, while I was out flying fast and furious and enjoying my freedom, I heard someone call, ‘come look at this!’  I was just outside a “NASA” (my word to describe it) stadium like structure and was able to peek through an opening to see some football type game being played below.  In another ‘porthole’, I remember seeing a young boy and young girl practicing some sort of gymnastic type activity with their feet involving balance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene changed and now I find myself moving instantly to outer space, surrounded by darkness yet seeing this beautiful glowing planet before me.  Initially I thought it was Earth, but as I got closer realized it had the same beautiful blue with white swirls but no land! I passed by it, not even pausing to check it out, and saw what I thought were more planets in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they got closer, I saw beautiful ‘bubbling’ swirling colors all around it, and was surprised to see it swoosh past me with a glorious swirl of color extending far behind it.  I knew now it was a comet, and turned to see another one just as beautiful with its colors and swirls, zooming past me on the other side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was always ‘up high’ in these experiences, and have even a faint recall of being in a tropical type area with high mountains that I tried to fly up and over.  The interesting part about this, though, was that as high as I moved, the mountains moved even higher!  I had to eventually realize I was not going to get over them and stopped myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down below, I distinctly remember thinking, “wow, good thing I’m not afraid of heights!” because of how high I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting recall of this multiple OBE is likely the ‘jet’ reference, as I remember finding myself inside a fighter plane as it flew.  It was a more recent type plane, maybe WWII or later.  I am just behind the pilot watching as he is engaged in a dogfight with another plane!  I could see bullets hitting the windshield in front!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m watching closely, but what I found most interesting is the lack of ‘emotion’ attached to this ‘life or death’ scene! It was as if I had a ‘detached neutrality’ to it, knowing that it’s all part of a ‘human drama’ that ultimately was not necessary nor needed as a part of my ‘life’.  It almost felt as though this was a past life, as I felt I was both the pilot and the one who watched.  The feeling I had was, ‘yup, this was just something that happened’ and did not put any emotional tie to it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final ‘cuddle’ reference is when I found myself back on the couch, as I was in physical, but with a pair of masculine arms encircling my waist.  Different from the previous experiences where I knew I was out in the ‘open’ and ‘up high’, this was more of a ‘near physical realm’ sensation.  I was a bit hesitant as I felt this touch was just a bit too close, and I turned to see who this man was, as I was not afraid although I did not recognize him as anyone I knew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was talking to me and I was having difficulty understanding his words.  I remember asking him a few times to please repeat what he’s saying, as I just couldn’t hear them clearly.  I somehow knew he wanted to get ‘closer’ and tried to kiss me after placing his hands on my breasts.  His kiss was not appealing at all, and I knew it was time to stop.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke with a bit of emotion that I had to ‘let go’ in order to try to fade back into the right mindstate for recall and was upset to forget so much!  I was finally able to drift back, trying to reenter the experience with my recorder running to recall at least these particular scenes I’ve shared with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-8877134160579526904?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/8877134160579526904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=8877134160579526904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8877134160579526904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8877134160579526904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/06/147-multiple-exits-instant-movement.html' title='147) Multiple exits; Instant Movement; Comets; Fighter Pilot'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-4483222397447387536</id><published>2011-05-30T15:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:33:41.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering for a Reason</title><content type='html'>5.30.11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ll share with everyone an interesting ‘epiphany’ I had this morning and see what others think of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down my driveway this morning, slowly strolling along and enjoying the fresh smell of ‘just rained’ air, feeling the cool breeze on my face, and listening to the beautiful sounds of the birds enjoying their morning.  I was ‘connecting’ to this moment, feeling a part of this beauty, and trying to impress its sensations into my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was doing this, I felt a familiar ‘twang’ of sadness, in thinking that once we are no longer in our physical bodies that these very ‘human’ sensations would not be available to us in the same ‘feel’ as we have now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can remember I have always tried to ‘impress my memory’ with these small moments knowing I’d want to recall them at a later date, but never really sure why I did it.  Little moments like feeling the spray of rushing water, the soft smell of rain-soaked earth, the sound of a kitten purring, the sight of a simple cloud formation, and just everyday life moments that were not ‘significant’ in any big sense but somehow I knew I needed to take the time to ‘experience’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while walking and being one with it all, I heard myself think a thought that I don’t think I really thought!! lol  Instead of a sadness in thinking this physical-ness is limited to what we have here, I was told that it is THESE experiences, this connection and taking the moment to FULLY feel in the here and now that will be remembered, just as we are experiencing it now when we pass over!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that when the sages say we are here to ‘remember’, it also means that we are to focus on all these little experiences of human life that are so specific to this life!  By remembering we are spiritual beings (step one) we can then move forward to remembering our experiences (step two) so that there is more to experience with our ‘selves’ once we return!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people go through life just dashing about, moving from one experience to another, and never truly ‘experiencing’ the moment!  It is in our conscious imprinting of the simple beautiful moments while we are in physical that will allow us to TAKE WITH US the memory of how it feels!!!  It is never lost once we return to spirit!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this revelation made me even happier today to know that I am here in this life, eager to keep moving forward with my experiences, and thankful that I can consciously experience these special moments to take back with me when I return home to spirit!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-4483222397447387536?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/4483222397447387536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=4483222397447387536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4483222397447387536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4483222397447387536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/05/remembering-for-reason.html' title='Remembering for a Reason'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3088110092873276130</id><published>2011-05-23T21:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:20:59.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>146) Stone Labyrinth to Bedroom; Meeting Others and Higher Being with Gifts</title><content type='html'>I am going to give just the highlights from the two most recent OBE’s I’ve had, as each had a lot of ‘dream-like’ symbolism that involved personal details that I feel wouldn’t have much meaning for anyone other than me.  But in both experiences, there were parts that I’m happy to share as I there was new learning and some happy memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5/15/11&lt;br /&gt;This first one started as a dream sequence, with some sort of day-to-day actions, but at once point I found myself quickly placed into a cold stone or cement type room which brought me to full awareness that I was out of body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt stiff and heavy, and although my awareness knew I was out of body, I felt trapped and frozen in this dreary room.   Asking for help, I was happy to feel I was being lifted up and carried, even if it was not under my own power.  I let go and found myself floating gently backward again in complete darkness in what felt to be a black tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision started to clear and I turned to face forward and found myself leisurely floating down a cave-like tunnel that had beautiful stone formations all along the sides.  My feeling was that this was a sort of labyrinth going deeply into the Earth.  My vision cleared more and I could see beautiful colors – soft blues, reds, and gray – in spectacular patterns all around the stone formations on the walls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the gentle float, I went up to a particularly beautiful stone formation near the ceiling above and put out my hands to feel for it.  I was amazed at how clearly I could FEEL the stone! It felt cool and rough, much like I expected, but with such a ‘physical’ sense that I marveled how I could do this while out of body! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at my hands at they felt the formation, and was surprised to see tiny little ‘bubbles’, almost like a ‘fizzing’ appearance, surrounding my hands! My thoughts were that it appeared to be similar to how the tiny bubbles appear around objects when under water, and thought, “wow, am I under water?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t stay and analyze my hands or question my findings, as I knew too much focus and questioning will make me return to body quickly!  I proceeded onward, and now realize that there is someone with me, holding my right hand as we near a doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the doorway, holding hands, and peer inside.  It registers as a ‘bedroom’, quite unlike the stone labyrinth I l just left.  There is a bed across the room, with some sort of ‘object’ in the middle of it.  I sense another ‘being’ standing near the object on the bed, feeling as though it’s some sort of caretaker.  I ask, “where are we?” and “who is this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a sound I’ve never heard before, and know it’s coming from whatever it is on the bed! It appears to be a dark moving object, and I feel it’s some sort of life form I am not familiar with.  The guide who is with me squeezes my hand to reassure me that ‘all is ok’ and tells me ‘just stay here, they won’t see us’.  I don’t want to go in, and I squeeze my guide’s hand to say I’m not sure what’s going on or what I should do.  It is at that point that I fade back to full wakefulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 22, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the OBE was also a dream-type experience where I was not aware if I was OOB or just actively participating in a dream sequence.  There were many anomalies that I should have picked up on as signals to become aware, but I was so intent on what I was doing, I didn’t bother initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist of this dream, in case it’s relevant in some way, was the fact that I had set a fire in my childhood home in the basement.  I was fully aware that I was putting people at risk in doing so, but felt I needed to do this for some reason.  I knew I had time while the fire started to go up to my old room and gather my personal belongings that I wanted to save before the rest of the house was destroyed by fire.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I was considerate enough to be sure that everyone else got out of the house without injury before I realized I needed to go back inside for a pocketbook I left!!   With the firemen inside, I entered the house, only to realize that there was no need to find this particular pocketbook and even decided to stay and converse with them as they rested from their work.  At one point, I remember finding some stray cats that have been living under the house (and I remember that these were frequent dream characters over the years) and get them to leave with the firemen’s help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For a bit of my own insight and interpretation, I will say that I have recently had some major changes in my views on life and how I perceive things.  I am feeling much more settled in my outlook on life, and realize that much of what I bring to my life is brought there through my own perceptions.  This ‘clearing out’ of my ‘childhood home’ may be symbolic of my dealing with these personal perceptions and attitudes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m inside the house, sitting on the couch, conversing with these ‘firemen’, or so I thought.  The environment changes and I realize that there are numerous people milling around the room.  I feel a timid touch on my right breast and am shocked for a moment that something is getting so personal with me!  I ask loudly, “What are you doing?” and the hand pulls away like it was caught in a trap!  I feel  a bit sorry I asked so loudly, and said to them, “well, it’s only polite if you ask before you do that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at THIS point that I fully realize I’m out of body in a room full of other people.  I feel comfortable with them, and my hearing starts to open up.  One gravelly voiced gentleman was conversing with me, and I clearly understood him for the most part, but his voice would garble and become unintelligible at times.  I had numerous conversations with other people, male and female, and as I spoke to each it seemed as though a spotlight lit them up so I could see them better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the couch, I saw one little man running around the room, banging his hands on different objects, including the arm of the couch where I sat.  His voice was only a gravelly growl, without any sense, and I felt he was angry.  While he was near me, I tried to ask what’s wrong and send love, knowing it’s a universal method of communication.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another woman near me told me I wasn’t going to be able to do much with him, and when I asked why, she told me….but I don’t recall the reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered all their conversations at this point, but after meeting the  next individual and being astounded at her ‘energy’, I was left with little recall other than what we discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat on the couch, this woman appeared by my side, full of radiant blissful energy and I felt so comfortable and happy to be with her!  I asked her, ‘how am I doing?’ and ‘what else can I do?’ or something to that effect. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She spoke, and said, “Well, first of all, happy birthday!”  I was ecstatic to hear this, with my birthday being only a short while away, to know that I was remembered!  I wanted to hug her, but as I started to do so, realized that while OOB, I couldn’t.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said, “Secondly, you are doing the best you can with what you have, to have gotten as far as you have.    You’ll do more the next time using the work of Applebaum.”  (Apple-gart? – it definitely was Apple-something!)  The feeling here was that my next learning will be under an instructor or a process with this name, whether it’s in this life or the next, I don’t know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said with a smile, “I want to give you something special for your birthday, I will give you a hundred trillion…&lt;she pauses&gt;….dollars!”  at which point I laughed,  and asked, ‘what am I going to do with money?’  She smiled widely as she said, ‘Well then, I’ll just have to give you a special (pride/heart)gift!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The type of gift she described could not be put into words, as there just isn’t a human word that could describe accurately what it felt like!  Pride and heart were the closest I could process.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl who was sitting just above and behind me, whom I knew from somewhere, was laughing along with us, and said, “Well then, I too shall have to give her a special (pride/heart)gift!”  I don’t know if she was just imitating the radiant woman with me or had her own reasons for doing so, but I felt very, very close to the both of them and so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point that I faded back to full awareness, trying to desperately recall the memories of what happened just before I met these two at the end.  Their energy and powerful interactions made it difficult to retain all that I had experienced just before, but it didn’t matter, as I was left with such good glowing feelings that remained with me for the rest of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3088110092873276130?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3088110092873276130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3088110092873276130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3088110092873276130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3088110092873276130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/05/146-stone-labyrinth-to-bedroom-meeting.html' title='146) Stone Labyrinth to Bedroom; Meeting Others and Higher Being with Gifts'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3251953825232962580</id><published>2011-05-12T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:31:23.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>145) New Location to Exit; Buddy and Animal Visit; Using Signal to Continue</title><content type='html'>With this experience you will note there is a definite lack of recall but as always, there was new learning for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew this time would be unusual because I was alone for the entire night so I decided I would try to stay in my bed instead of moving to the couch in the living room, which is my usual routine.  I awoke after a few hours’ sleep, and then tried to induce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first recollection is hazy, as I found myself out of body already, but thinking I was in the living room, felt confused because something was different!  I remembered I wanted to turn and look at myself (a goal I had set prior), but when I did, there was difficulty getting my orientation.  (Likely because I was in my bedroom and completely unfamiliar with being OOB there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see a hazy outline, but with all the confusion and thought processes going on, I worried that by thinking too much I’d ruin my experience and get pulled back in.  So I affirmed ‘to the outdoors!’ which allowed me to instantaneously ‘be’ out of the room into the darkness and flying around as usual, zooming up to trees and just enjoying myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I’m ‘out’, I asked to be taken to ‘where I need to learn’ (which is always an easy goal when I’m not sure what I wanted to do).  Now, here is where my memories get a bit limited, as you will see likely due to the second part of this night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember blackness and hearing voices, then one particular female voice who was telling me all that we were going to do as we moved together to go somewhere.  The ONLY words I recall here is ‘a review of time’, meaning that we were going to discuss how ‘time/space’ interacts with all that is.  This has been an ongoing discussion I’ve had with my friend mentioned below, and how ‘time’ is relative to where it’s being perceived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m guessing what else she was telling me related to the other topics we would be learning that night, but I cannot remember any other words NOR can I remember anything further from that specific experience.  It is just total blank at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next recall was being ‘dropped down’ to a field near my home, where I could savor the ‘feel’ of the grass and texture of the ground.  I remember thinking how amazing it was to know I was out of body, yet could still touch and feel such physical sensations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then hear voices and see a car’s headlights moving down the road toward me.  I get the feeling that ‘something is amiss’ and yet I feel no fear.  Actually, I became even a bit defiant in that I wanted to prove to myself there is nothing to fear while OOB, so I headed for the middle of the road and faced the oncoming headlights!  I’ll admit, I can still remember there was that ‘twinge’ of concern that maybe I’m not OOB, but ultimately I didn’t have to make a decision because the car just pulled over to the side of road just before it got to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m still a bit confused as to what happened next, as I remember voices, a feeling of ‘concern’,  and then excitement as I feel my dog Buddy (who passed last year) standing close to me, pressing against my legs!  I reach down and pet him, and somehow know he’s there to protect me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next recollection was of lying in bed once again, but STILL with my Buddy draped across my chest! I move my hands to pet him, as I know he’s there for a reason.   While lying there, I now hear animals of all kinds in my room making such a noise! My association with this is that I must be in an area where animals are being treated, as it ‘feels’ as though it’s a veterinarian’s office of sorts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a male voice speaking to me off to my right, but in what I perceive to be a completely unknown language! He’s talking and telling me so much, and I’m trying to interrupt him and say ‘I’m sorry but I don’t understand your language’!  The sound of the different animals makes it even harder to try to understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel a ‘pull-back’…and know I’m becoming awake in my bed.  Buddy is gone, and I search for my voice recorder.  Finding it, I start fumbling once again with the controls, getting upset that it seems to not be working right again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment of clear lucidity, however, I realize…’hey! This is the same false awakening I always have!’ and use it to consciously roll out, off the bed, and into my near physical environment.  This time I know I’m in my bedroom and move easily through the sliding door to the outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on the upstairs porch outside, I affirm that I want to go visit my friend and call him by name!  For a few brief moments, however, I am given the ‘knowingness’ that should I continue, I’ll likely lose quite a bit of the first part of this experience!  My determination to have some sort of ‘validated’ meeting with my friend makes me continue on and I fly upward toward the stars.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now amongst the beautiful twinkling stars, I realize that I'm beginning a pull-back once again.  I’m disappointed to find myself waking, this time to full wakefulness, without having had the opportunity to complete my visit.  What was interesting, though, was a feeling of ‘pulsating’ circling type of energetic pressure all around my third eye area as I awoke.  This type of energy movement was new to me this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am given the knowing, that despite the limited physical recall, this was an ‘important step’ in my learning.  The bare minimum I feel I’ve learned was to consciously recall the frequent false awakening ‘signal’ to continue on!  In hindsight, I believe more was learned, but not retained consciously.  However, this little step was enough for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3251953825232962580?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3251953825232962580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3251953825232962580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3251953825232962580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3251953825232962580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/05/145-new-location-to-exit-buddy-and.html' title='145) New Location to Exit; Buddy and Animal Visit; Using Signal to Continue'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-5184132227116084433</id><published>2011-04-22T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:20:21.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>144) Visit with Unusual Exit; Seeing Buddy Again</title><content type='html'>2011_04_22     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having another ‘dry spell’ with my OBEs, likely due to increased workload and less ‘intent’ than usual.  However, I always know that they are never far away, and always ready to offer a learning experience, despite my inability at times to figure exactly what that learning is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to sleep last night with the intent of having an experience.  I awoke easily on my own about 3am and went to the couch.  My first awareness of ‘something happening’ began this time as a gentle push from behind as I slept on my side. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I realized there were hands on my lower back and bottom, trying to roll me over and get my attention.  I remember feeling a bit ‘concerned’ as this physical sensation of ‘hands on my body’ is a rare enough occurrence that it takes a bit of control to not get too fearful or excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took control at this point and asked, ‘who is there?’ and sat up on the couch.  I see a young man sitting beside me, smiling, and ask his name.  I feel a familiarity with his presence, and after a long conversation (of which I have no recall due to the following false awakening!), I do remember feeling very affectionate with him, kissing and cuddling for a short bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was unusual, though, was the way he left.  Most times when I’m visited, the entity just disappears or there is a change in focus that I lose track of them.  This time, I distinctly remember his leaving.  He got up from the couch, said something about having to get ‘back to the office(?)’ and went to my large picture window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing it, he said a few words (as if it was needed for him to pass through), put out his hand to make sure he could pass through, and then moved easily through the window to the outdoors.  This impressed me enough that it’s about all that I can recall from our meeting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why he felt he needed this ‘mantra’ to pass through the window.  Is it possible this was not an ‘otherwordly’ entity, but someone from ‘physical’ visiting me? That’s the feeling I was left with after seeing that exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited to get the conversation recorded when he left, and went for my recorder.  I remember feeling the gentle nudge of a dog’s nose in my arm as I was watching this visitor leave, and didn’t realize until I was looking for my recorder that it was my dog Buddy back for a visit!!! (Buddy passed over last summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the ‘awareness’ of his presence kicked in, I was SO excited!! I called him, he came right over again, wagging his tail and shaking his body like he used to do so happily when he would greet me after a long absence!!! It WAS him, there was no doubt in my mind, and I was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I’m petting him, I’m thinking, wow, maybe I can also ask to see other former pets I’ve had, and started calling out for a cat I had as a child.  Calling, ‘here kitty, kitty!’ I can still remember the sound of my ‘voice’ as I called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what happened next shows how your ‘real life’ situations can interfere with your ability to retain full awareness of what is happening.  In calling for the kitten, I start to think that maybe the kitten I have now (in real life) may come instead and wake me! I start to worry that I may be awakened before I can get the first experience recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, instead of the kitten coming, I hear my husband’s footsteps on the stairs coming down into the living room, and I am now CERTAIN that I am awake (which of course, I wasn’t!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk with him, feeling rather upset that there is a delay in recording of my visit with the young man. (Of course, you don’t want to be recording a visit with another man in front of your husband!!  Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk for a while, and I never pick up on the fact that he’s wearing clothes that aren’t right for him.  I am so focused on the distress of the delay that I am not aware of my ‘still dreaming’ status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I feel a ‘pull back’ to awareness, signaling my true wakefulness.  I try desperately to ‘fade back’ into the experience with the young man to try to recall our conversation, but with absolutely no luck.  All I remember is his arrival and his exit, with my wonderful visit with Buddy thereafter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-5184132227116084433?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/5184132227116084433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=5184132227116084433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5184132227116084433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5184132227116084433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/04/144-visit-with-unusual-exit-seeing.html' title='144) Visit with Unusual Exit; Seeing Buddy Again'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3340768545214875960</id><published>2011-04-07T11:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:08:50.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>143) Morning OBE from Astral Vision; Attempt at Meeting</title><content type='html'>This OBE was again unusual, in that I wasn’t truly sure it WAS an OBE, until I remembered specific details that would not have occurred if I was ‘just dreaming’.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking this morning, I realized I had no reason to get up right away, and so wanted to try to see if I could meet up astrally with a friend whom I chat with online.  I know I’ve ‘met up’ with others in physical before on my blog, but there is always some degree of uncertainty with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually with this ‘just awakening’ time, I get a lot of astral vision type experiences, not always full OBEs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon DID get an 'astral vision' where I knew I was on the bed AND viewing some sort of scene in front of me, but then I thought that maybe I could use THAT awareness to try to convert it to an OBE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to drift deeper, and was thrilled to feel vibrations! I knew I was going to!  BUT...I am aware now that I'm in a different bed and bedroom!! One from my childhood, the last one I had before I married and moved out....I knew it wasn't 'right' but I didn't want to question the vibrations and so I just rolled off and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very easily, I was standing SO CLEAR on the side of THAT bed, and moved down the hallway out of the room, knowing I could put my hand through the wall to check if I wanted to (and did!) and then moved to the outside upstairs porch area (which is actually no longer there!)  I took the time to ‘feel’ the glass as I passed through the door, a specific clue I was OOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on the porch, I affirmed intensely that I wanted to go see my friend! I mentally screamed the name as I let myself 'fall' off the second story porch, again knowing I was OOB and could not get hurt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very disappointed to see that all I did was drift down to the ground.  I noticed it had just rained, a few young children were riding their bikes on the road in front of the house, and looking up I could see TWO beautiful rainbows! It all felt SO physical and out-of-body, as I consciously thought if I could remember the fact about the kids on the bikes and the rainbows, someone could verify it did happen that day once I returned to body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I try to fly, finding it difficult, but finally 'letting go' and allowing myself to float up, again affirming the name and the intention to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;sigh&gt;....I now find myself back in the bed (in my childhood bedroom), annoyed because someone is at the door giving me back my clean laundry in a bin, but all in disarray.  I get upset with her and slam the door, starting to clean up my belongings in the bedroom and fixing the laundry, only to realize the radio is on and I can HEAR my friend’s voice talking!  I know it’s him as there is a distinct accent and we’ve talked on the phone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so upset to think that I just had a chance to go 'see' him, but now he's still ONLY here across the electronic medium!!!  I wished I had paid attention to exactly what he was talking about so maybe I could verify it. It wasn't directed to me on the radio, but mentioned something about telling another male how to do something correctly.... I just didn't listen that carefully! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke for real, finding myself in my own bed now, I at first wondered if it truly had been an OBE, but then, in review, I could remember thinking so clearly about things that would not have happened if it had been 'just a dream'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I supposed you could say I was barely successful in that I DID hear him talking, but it was quite unusual to have it from an OBE that occurred within an environment from my youth.  Also, I am happy to know that I can use my ‘astral vision’ to convert to an OBE if I wanted to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3340768545214875960?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3340768545214875960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3340768545214875960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3340768545214875960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3340768545214875960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/04/143-morning-obe-from-astral-vision.html' title='143) Morning OBE from Astral Vision; Attempt at Meeting'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-5413200296966683404</id><published>2011-04-03T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:02:57.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>142) Experiencing Dual Consciousness - On Another Level</title><content type='html'>In order to give a little background on this experience, I want to mention that I have been reading and thinking a bit more about what exactly this ‘out of body’ experience is.  I realize now what is easiest for us to understand is that we somehow ‘create’ or extrude this other ‘body’ and use it to maneuver the astral planes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite knowing there was much more to this ‘exit’ than this simple assumption, I never thought more about it, instead choosing to just enjoy the experience and learn how to navigate this realm with different methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with reading Ophiel’s book from the early years of astral travel, I find a slightly different understanding of what I am doing, especially after this experience.   I’ve always known there was a change in ‘awareness’ and ‘consciousness’ when I rolled out, leaving my physical body behind, but never thought more of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now think there is so much more to this simple ‘act’ than one can understand.  It is not simply a ‘transition’ to a new astral ‘body’, but a transfer of awareness (aka consciousness) to another level of awareness, hence can be done at any time and on multiple levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ‘dual consciousness’ sensation I have felt before, in the ‘astral vision’ where I was lying on my bed aware of ‘seeing’ and participating in another experience, feeling both my physical body and this etheric body. &lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2007/08/astral-vision.html"&gt;(see #16 - click here)&lt;/a&gt;  In a sense, this would be a physical-etheric interface, whereas what I believe I experienced here in this OBE was on another level where perhaps it was an astral-etheric interface on another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much I am not writing about in this OBE as it was on level with activities that only I can personally relate to. However, I am sharing the part that was most interesting in learning more about this ‘transfer’ of consciousness and state of ‘be-ing’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the experience started much as usual, with the joyful sensation of vibrations beginning as I lie on my couch.  However, just as I was willing the vibrations to increase, I become aware of someone walking toward the couch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had this many times, I have learned to just wait and see who it was.  I was so surprised to ‘see’ it was my husband, and he was most adamant about me getting up and taking care of some things.  I remember now being disappointed at the loss of vibrations and a potential OBE, and got up to do what I needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, in hindsight, I realize I was now out of body, but totally unaware of my ‘state of be-ing’.  In a dreamlike environment, I moved through different activities that felt ‘real’ and usual. (In hindsight, as I recorded these activities, however, I am amazed that I did not pick up on the some of the QUITE unusual events!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that was most interesting is finding ‘myself’ at a medical seminar, the kind I have attended in physical life many times.  Sitting at the table, preparing to pack up and leave, my first ‘clear’ recollection of something amiss was when I got up to pick up some items behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the table where I came from, I was AMAZED to see MYSELF still sitting there, working on something at the table! I remember thinking, ‘oh! I must have rolled out of body when I got up!’ and was happy to know I was out, but was a bit confused as to how my ‘other body’ was awake, yet I was here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk up to my’self’, and turn to face me, wondering if maybe this other ‘self’ had fallen asleep (since that is generally the only time I know I’m OOB!)  But, I can now see the wide-awake shocked expression of my ‘seated self’ seeing myself standing in front of me!  Yet at the same time, I am also ‘aware’ of the shocked thoughts at seeing myself in front of me! What a sensation!! It was similar to the ‘astral vision’ experiences, but with an even deeper level of immediate understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I had assumed this ‘dream-body’ level of awareness as the ‘true me’ until I felt the transition to the other ‘out of body’ level of awareness. Then, upon facing myself, I found I was both, the same and at once!  I’m sorry this is so confusing, but at the time, it was not as difficult to understand as it is to put into words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the sad fact is that I did not keep this ‘other awareness’ and moved back into the ‘dream-body’ level of awareness and resumed my activities in preparing to leave the seminar.  I remember thinking I had driven myself there alone, and as it was about 5:30 pm, I knew I had to leave soon as I had a 4-5 hour drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only upon awakening fully into the physical state was I able to realize this other ‘awareness’ of being out of body, while I was out of body! Usually I find myself in a familiar local environment in an out of body ‘mindstate’ or ‘wake up’ within a dream anomaly to full ‘consciousness’ of my OOB state.  This time, I remained in this dreamstate, but able to move my consciousness back and forth between my dream-state character and another out-of-body awareness. Quite unusual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*check out comment below for another great interpretive comment from Oliver! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-5413200296966683404?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/5413200296966683404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=5413200296966683404' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5413200296966683404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5413200296966683404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/04/142-experiencing-dual-consciousness-on.html' title='142) Experiencing Dual Consciousness - On Another Level'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-4177774866105790988</id><published>2011-03-27T19:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:19:39.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>141) Easy Exit, Seeing Conversations, Little Man, Recorder Use</title><content type='html'>3/27/11    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a few weeks since my last OBE, and I know I truly am thankful for the clarity and easy exit I experienced with this one.  I just can’t explain how joyful I was to be out once again, to feel the gentleness and peace this out-of-body travel gives me.  Although it is not clear what I learned from this, I am always assured some learning has occurred and I’ll share it with you despite its lack of ‘action’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke as usual with the intention of traveling, moving to the couch and doing my usual induction routine.  As usual, I drift off to sleep, but am made aware of a ‘goose bumps’ sensation that is coursing up and down my body.  It feels like a buzzing or vibrating sensation and I am enjoying just trying to keep it going, but then realize, ‘hey, this just might be the vibrational stage of an OBE!’ and so I just take control and try to roll out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thrilled to find myself easily rolling out and standing by my couch in the living room! I try to move, but find it ‘heavy’ and I fall to the floor, but notice that my vision is so clear! I can see the wooden floor and the detail of the grain next to my face, so I try to pull up.  It’s difficult when I try to ‘physically’ stand but I know I can just ‘float’ up and so I intend that, and find myself easily floating up by the ceiling looking down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the vision is so clear, I notice my stairs to the bedroom and move to them.  I float easily up the stairs, wondering now if maybe I could see my husband as he sleeps.  Moving into the bedroom, I see the ‘lump’ in the bed, but noticing the glass sliding doors to my upper porch, I now want to just get outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I near the doors, I turn and look back at the mirrored closet, thinking maybe I’d like to see what I look like.  It was rather dark from across the room and decide it’s really not that big a deal to see.  Instead I just pushed out with my back against the glass doors to get outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I can feel the ‘cool’ air change as I passed through the glass easily.  I’m overlooking my yard on the second floor porch, and am thrilled to jump over the railing and just float gently down!  I remember thinking this is just SO peaceful and comforting to do…that I wished I could do it ‘in real life’ as well! I recall thinking, “wouldn’t it be great to just ‘fall off’ the porch and take the time to enjoy the fall?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I floated to the edge of my yard, just basking in the happiness of being out again, but as always, I feel I must do something ‘constructive’ with my experience.  I stop and try to think where it was that I wanted to go, not really clear in knowing what I wanted to do.  I had thought of a few choices prior but never specifically ‘intended’ one place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I’d do what has always worked for me, knowing that I should be using this OOB experience for my own learning.  Instead of ‘to my Higher Self’ as I have done previously, I asked to taken to ‘where I need to learn’, not sure why I worded it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I immediately felt the long black tunnel and a sense of movement.  When it stopped, I found myself in a parking lot at night, hearing and seeing the highway traffic lights just a short distance away.  I turned to look around, and now found myself walking toward a group of people, no longer in darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were children and adults here, and I felt it was a type of social activity for some sort of Little League or sports type team, as most of the children and parents were wearing a light blue T-shirt type uniform.  It felt like a fundraising event, with various games and activities going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recollection here starts to become a bit hazy, knowing I was there interacting in some way, but do not know specific details.  I did not feel as though I ‘fit in’ here, but I also felt that these people knew vaguely who I was but did not get a sense of ‘closeness’ to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember talking to a young man who was behind a counter, in a concessions type stand, selling food.  We knew each other, but not on a ‘close’ level as I was eager to help him with his work.  Once inside the building, I remember seeing an anteroom that had some things on the floor that I wanted to remember, maybe some sort of equipment, but I cannot recall details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the building, I’m walking around just noticing the conversations that were going on with these people.  I could somehow ‘see’ their conversations, knowing when things were being said that may have been hurtful or unkind.  I could ‘see’ how it affected them and wondered if they even knew how their words were ‘damaging’ the other person’s ‘appearance’.  (There just aren’t words to describe what I saw/felt here.)  I found it fascinating to watch, and knew that it is our thoughts as well as words that make such an impact on everyone around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next part is a bit more confusing, and I’ll apologize in advance, as it may be a bit repulsive to some. I know it was for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself talking to this small person, someone very familiar in some way.  I know I’ve taken care of him before, but he looked different this time.   I’m talking to him as I pick him up to carry with me.  I feel a need to care for him as no one else is paying much attention to him.  I thought it was a small child, however, he mentions something about ‘used to have a beard’ and ‘hair on his chest’ which gave me the indication this was a grown man in a very small body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not well as he had a problem with coughing and keeping the mucus and phlegm under control.  I was using tons of tissues to catch the mucus as it bubbled out his mouth, barely able to contain my own nausea as I cared for him.  It truly was gross to deal with, as I know this was always something I’ve had a difficult time dealing with even as a nurse in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are next to a truck that has kids in the front seat, and I watch as the father gets out sharing his drink with another ‘little person’ that is sitting on the front hood.  I try to discard the tissues I have, only to see that the mucus and tissues do not reach the bin and get all over the truck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The experience starts to ‘fuzz’ a little bit, and with my queasiness, I decide I’m going to pull back and awaken.    I truly don’t know what this last bit was all about.  The easy exit and ‘visual’ conversations were quite interesting, but this was such a gross ending to the whole experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to tell everyone is that if it were not for my little voice recorder that I have on me each time I ‘travel’, I would not be able to  remember even these few details.  I’d like to share what I do so that others can try to see if it helps with their recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very small digital voice recorder, about 1” x 4”, that I bring with me to the couch.  I have learned that once you awaken from an experience, the more you move and the more you wake, the more you will forget!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, before I start my induction, I will either place this recorder in a pocket on my chest, or roll it up in a sleeve of my night clothes.  The key is that it must be accessible without much movement of your arms once awake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realize I’m fully awake (and sometimes this is difficult with many false awakenings!), I slowly move one hand to get the recorder.  It has easy buttons to push without opening my eyes to look at it, and I start backward in recalling the events of the experience, without moving and without opening my eyes.  I try to ‘fade back’ into the scenes to recall as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I use only a single word or two that describes the entire chronological experience from ending to beginning, and then once the single words are done, start describing it in more detail.  Many times when I play back the recording, I find these short words from my just-waking state will ‘jog’ memories of another forgotten segment!  This backward recall works best for me, using what I remember most to pull up the details of what came just before it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now think at some point I may change over to a voice-activated recorder, but for now, this works well and I wanted to share my tips and techniques with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**BE SURE to read the following comments...Oliver offers a great interpretation!...Thanks Oliver!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-4177774866105790988?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/4177774866105790988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=4177774866105790988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4177774866105790988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4177774866105790988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/03/141-easy-exit-seeing-conversations.html' title='141) Easy Exit, Seeing Conversations, Little Man, Recorder Use'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3050533113365720761</id><published>2011-03-16T10:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:21:52.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Energy Requested</title><content type='html'>I would like to ask all readers to please join me in sending healing energy and visualizing perfect health for my friend and mentor, William Buhlman......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Claudia: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;Our friend and mentor, William Buhlman, author of Adventures Beyond the Body and Secrets of the Soul and international OBE speaker and trainer, asked me to share this message with his group, the OBE Newsletter yahoo group (of which I am a moderator). I thought you would want to know as well, and I ask you to join me in visualizing and praying for his complete recovery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends and Colleagues, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself faced with one of the most challenging situations in this life. Today I was told that I have a malignant cancer in my throat. Surgery has been scheduled and I have every reason to believe that I will fully recover. My OBE Workshops have been suspended for the next few months while I focus my energy on healing. Your positive thoughts and prayers would be welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my best, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William&lt;br /&gt;March 15, 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3050533113365720761?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3050533113365720761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3050533113365720761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3050533113365720761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3050533113365720761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/03/healing-energy-requested.html' title='Healing Energy Requested'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-2123177045589141166</id><published>2011-03-06T19:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:53:47.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>140) Learning Importance of Protection</title><content type='html'>3/6/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little background on this OBE, I had decided I’d use my Hemi-sync MP3s that I used when I first started my OOB travels to see if there was any difference in experience with them now.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual induction and visualization technique always involves surrounding myself with white light, using affirmations, and asking for help from those ‘who are at or above my level of development.’   This time, however, I simply allowed the tapes to lead me into relaxation and the proper mind state as I drifted off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first recollection for this OBE was a dream where I was caring for my son in his younger years.   I became aware when I felt a sensation of ‘hands’ placed on my hips.  I have felt these hands before and was not concerned at all, as it gave me the lucidity I needed to know I was about to get OOB.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a ‘push’ on my bottom, I thought, ‘well, maybe they are trying to help push me out’ and took the initiative and rolled out to my right.  I found myself climbing out of bed OOB and could even ‘hear’ the sound of my foot as it landed on the floor!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was quite odd as I don’t usually hear physical type sounds associated with getting out of body, and in looking around, realized I was in my bedroom from long ago before the house was remodeled.   (In actuality, I was on the living room couch as usual!)   This bedroom, however, was the same bedroom that would have corresponded with the younger age of my son in the dream just prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just happy to be out of body again, I tried to move to the living room but was surprised to feel ‘disoriented’ and unsure of where I was going.  I even remember thinking, ‘Why can’t I think clearly?’ but did not remember to do the ‘stay aware’ that I just learned in the previous OBE!    I did, however, continue to feel a very tight arm around my waist, knowing whomever was holding me was immediately behind me and very, very close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things felt ‘heavy’ and ‘thick’ but I managed to get into the living room, still held tightly by this individual and making my movements difficult.   Now I feel a second hand moving to my upper chest against my breast and I become a bit concerned.  I am not afraid, but also not feeling as though this is something ‘good’ happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a loud ‘guttural’ type sound from within the room and then a male voice in my right ear saying something like, ‘they know we are here’.  I didn’t understand all his words or meaning and told him, “I cannot hear you!” asking him twice to repeat what he was saying.  I just couldn’t get the full meaning of his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming suspicious of something being amiss, I turned quickly to face whoever was holding me so close from behind and talking into my ear.  I could clearly see a young man, light complexion, thin, small eyes, with sandy colored hair parted nearly in the middle, looking at me smiling.  It was not a ‘warm’ friendly smile and I felt concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guard was up, but surprisingly, felt NO fear.  I asked him ‘Who are you?’ and “Are of a part of my higher self?”   Not really sure if these were the right questions as my thoughts were still not clear, I then remembered what William Buhlman had told us to do should you face someone of questionable character, asking “What do you represent?”  (Those who are of the Light will respond, those who are less than desirable cannot lie nor remain).  I saw his face distort slightly, and then he disappeared! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after, I pulled back to full awareness, and thought about what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, I realized I did not do my usual induction to include the 'white light of protection' and a request for those 'at or above my level of development', having used just the Hemi-sync MP3s to induce.  Likely I was in a very ‘near-physical’ dimension where a ‘less-than-desirable’ entity may have been waiting.  I was never afraid, but I knew something wasn't right.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I rarely encounter these 'lower level' entities, it is important that you always know who you are dealing with when OOB. Asking them 'what do you represent?' will give you the insight as to their intentions.  My lesson here was that this visualization of white light with a protection request should remain a key part of my induction routine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-2123177045589141166?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/2123177045589141166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=2123177045589141166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2123177045589141166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2123177045589141166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/03/140-learning-importance-of-protection.html' title='140) Learning Importance of Protection'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-6973550932163796849</id><published>2011-02-26T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T12:13:44.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>139) Gaining Lucidity with 'Stay Aware'!</title><content type='html'>It’s been a while since I’ve posted and since I’ve had any sort of experience that would be interesting enough to share here.  Life always takes priority and it has been a rather stressful few weeks with my work which always impacts my OBE abilities.  This post will be rather short on action, but offers much in personal learning and development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, however, I had some time to finish the book by Jurgen Ziewe, Multidimensional Man, and was very impressed with the ending experience.  He describes a very intense high level experience that he had many years ago journeying into ‘true reality’.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how well he was able to describe this, using abstract symbols and interweaving what I know are just sensations and feelings into a concrete ‘picture’ of what he experienced.  I was caught up in his descriptions and felt as if I knew what he was feeling and experiencing…and marveled at his ability to describe it with ‘mere words’ on a page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout his book, I admired his ability to gain lucidity and awareness, using mantras and focusing on his hands.  Because of this, in my last few experiences, I made the intent that I now wanted to start ‘staying in the moment’ and remaining in whatever scene I found myself in to gain lucidity and awareness. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This intent was the basis for this short experience as well.  Despite its brevity, I learned that I am now capable of taking more control and awareness with me and am excited to know that my learning continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially found myself in a dream-like scene inside a small coffeeshop with two other male persons.  We were just having fun, sitting at a small round table, being silly and laughing.  I remember the strong familiarity of the one dark curly-haired male, as I felt he’s been with me many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I was being shown a label on something at the table, and I playfully pretended to ‘push a button’ on it as I pointed it towards this male across the table.   I found myself aware of a change in ‘vibration’ along with a feeling of ‘hollowness’ to my hearing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next realization was that I was within this same scene standing next to the table, but with full awareness of being out of body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing (and excited) that I’m out of body once again, I initially think ‘I have to move!’ in order to stay with the awareness, as I have done many times over the years.  This time, however, I remember to stop and take the time to affirm, “Stay Aware!”  (I don’t know where these words came from, as I usually use ‘clarity now!’ or ‘awareness now!’, but these words came to me and felt more powerful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find my lucidity is enhanced and I’m now in full control.  I do not feel an urgency to keep moving, and so I stay and playfully put my hands right through these other people with me just to show them that I could!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving toward the door, I marvel at the clarity of the scene, and upon touching the door, feel the ‘solidness’ of its construction.  My mind is confused slightly, knowing I’m out of body yet feeling this solidness.  I wasn’t sure whether to pull it open or pass through, but with another ‘Stay Aware!’ I knew I could pass through.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was because of this conflict of thought that it was more difficult than usual to pass through the glass door.  As I moved through, I was keenly aware of the change in texture, popping through to the outdoors and finding myself on a sidewalk.  Focusing on the ground, along with more affirmations of ‘Stay Aware!’, I became so clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once outside, I knew I wanted to fly and take off to other areas.  Floating gently skyward, I look below me and see beautiful white sparkling trees dotting the landscape.  I initially think it must be snow, but then with closer look, I see it’s more of a crystalline substance that grows on these trees and sparkles with such beautiful brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher I go, the more ‘clouds’ that appear and I remember I want to go visit a friend in a far off country.  The clouds start to close in on me, and I start feeling a ‘disconnection’ to the scene, hurriedly affirming ‘Stay Aware!’ again and again to maintain a focus. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I spot an opening in the clouds some distance away and zoom to the opening as the clouds close in.  I break through and see beautiful rolling hills countryside below me.  I get the feeling of ‘flags and banners’ and a medieval sense of time.  There is a ‘kingdom’ and courtyard that is surrounded by a stone wall and I feel a strong familiarity with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I land just outside the walls, without warning, I feel the tug back to body…and find myself fully awake.  There was no warning and a faint sense of incompletion, but yet, a sense of accomplishment at having learned a new gift of gaining lucidity and control.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jurgen for the book, as I know it played a strong role in the development of my lucidity and control!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-6973550932163796849?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/6973550932163796849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=6973550932163796849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6973550932163796849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6973550932163796849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/02/139-gaining-lucidity-with-stay-aware.html' title='139) Gaining Lucidity with &apos;Stay Aware&apos;!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3708402297026422131</id><published>2011-02-20T19:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:34:52.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Request for help</title><content type='html'>I have a request for those who have read my blog and my travels....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you share with me, either here as comments, or via email (karen659@yahoo.com), what blog posts you may have found particularly interesting, informative, or insightful for you. I am thinking of putting some writing together and need some guidance as to what my readers find as helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SO MUCH for any input!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3708402297026422131?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3708402297026422131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3708402297026422131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3708402297026422131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3708402297026422131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/02/request-for-help.html' title='Request for help'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-5154265687799748311</id><published>2011-02-03T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T21:31:34.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>138) Enjoying Slow Exit; Possible Retrieval with Firemen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFQLGIxvvoM/TU4H9zLxvNI/AAAAAAAAB78/bhZLRAFztS4/s1600/helping%2Bhands.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFQLGIxvvoM/TU4H9zLxvNI/AAAAAAAAB78/bhZLRAFztS4/s200/helping%2Bhands.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570398547396902098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this experience, as I started my induction routine, I affirmed my intention that I wanted to remember to be more controlled after exiting, to not be rushed and hurried as I usually am to get outside and away from my immediate surroundings. (As this was the ‘feeling’ I had after my previous OBE when I found my door to the outside blocked!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled when I felt the beginning vibrations (I don’t always get them!) that told me I was going to get out of body again!  I ‘willed’ them to become stronger, just because I wanted to see if I could, to practice taking control.  I was easily able to make them very strong, then realizing I had a ‘floating’ sensation to signal I was ready, rolled off the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was out, I remembered my intention to remain in place, calm and in control. I stood in my living room and looked around.  I had no ‘pull’ back to body as I used to have and I had perfect vision!  The details of my living room were exact, and I walked about, just enjoying how clear and ‘real’ it all was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I headed for the front door, in control, and just a bit apprehensive about going through it as the last time with my ‘hurry to exit’ manner I hit it hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the door, I was thrilled to see my hand and arm passed easily through, followed by the rest of my body.  Again I could feel that texture change as I slowly passed through, taking note of my control and calmness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember now standing on my front stoop, but in looking to the slight hill behind my house, I was a bit shocked to see two young boys running terrified across the field!  I was aware of a ‘presence’ with me, yet did not inquire or ask whom it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was focused on the first young boy as I raced to him.  I knew somehow I had to comfort him, as he was so upset from an injury he had just received.  Something unusual occurred though, as I neared him.  I was somehow aware that this young boy (about age 2-3) was NOT able to see me, that I was not going to be able to make my presence known because he was still ‘too physical’ (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting desperately to help soothe him, and knowing he would not be able to see me, I realized I could use my ‘energy’ (as I had no ‘body’ sensation this time) to cover him like a blanket as he was lying in the grass where he had fallen. I felt some concern that I might not be able to comfort him as he didn’t know I was there or who I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covering him with my ‘energy’, I could feel him become calm and knew at this point that I’d now be able to pick him up and carry him to where he needed to go.  He was only wearing part the top part of his pajamas, as most of his pants had been torn away during his terrified flight across the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we moved down the hill toward my house, I see my house is no longer there.  Cradling the young boy, I see a bright glow of light off to my right on the other side of a hill, and hear booming noises with loud sirens.  I feel ‘anxious’ about whatever is happening over there and know that this young boy is scared as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep him calm, I tell him it’s ‘only traffic’ on the road in front of us, pointing out a large bus that is blasting music as it passes right to left.  We hear more sirens and I tell him, “look! It’s a firetruck!” as I see a big ladder truck passing by on our right (toward the booming sounds and bright light).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He becomes interested at the idea of a firetruck and seems to enjoy watching it as it turns the corner now coming toward us from the right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward, it appears I am on a hill, facing downhill toward a road that is just on the other side of a huge drop off (cliff-like).  I feel like it’s a ‘stone wall’ of some kind—very, very high--that I would need to float down to get where I needed to bring this baby. (I am still fully aware I am out of body.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concern for this baby is intense, as now I worry that should I NOT be OOB and try to float down, I may injure him!  I felt I was not ‘in form’ as I usually am when OOB, hence my confusion as to my status.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I was carrying someone ‘more physical’ than me, I felt a deep concern that I couldn’t take a chance that harm will come to him.   I decided if I had to get down this cliff-like wall, I’d have to climb down slowly as if ‘in physical’ form.  My priority was to keep the baby safe as I knew there were people waiting for him to arrive down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this time, I realized we were next to the fire truck we saw earlier by this stone wall.  There were two firemen that appeared in front of us as we both sat on the front hood of the fire truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing these men could not see me, I turned to the ‘presence’ who was always with me, “hey, I need a little help here!”, meaning I needed these men to see the baby and take him from me.  I knew these men were able to take the baby where he needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first fireman reached for the baby, grabbing one arm, and I was concerned immediately that he was going to harm the child bringing him down that way! The other fireman quickly stepped up and showed him how to handle this ‘transition’ the right way so the child was not harmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next memory was of watching this young boy pedal off in a new toy fire truck he was just given, excited and happy, smiling and full of joy.  Things faded very quickly after that and I woke back on the couch, happy to know he was safe and recorded as many details as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second OOB experience happened shortly after this one, but it was on a very personal note that I cannot share much of it with you.  But what I can share is the fact that instead of ‘rolling out’ for this OBE, I once again had the knowing that ‘someone’ had come into the living room and stood over me as I lay on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was my daughter, and it was so convincingly real, that even though I KNEW I was ‘not in body’, the clarity of my surroundings and the exacting detail of every bit of the experience was so clear that I fell easily into believing it was ‘really happening’….that is, until I awoke, once again with an old broken recorder that didn’t work…my usual false awakening…but this time did not remember it as a signal until I woke fully and saw nothing I had experienced was true!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trying to figure out what happened with the young boy, the best I can put together is the strong feeling that this young boy had been in a terrible ‘accident’ of some kind…maybe a house fire or other catastrophic event, where he remained deeply in the ‘near physical’ realm due to his confusion and fright.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I have ever had the knowing that I was not ‘in form’, and could not be seen by the ones I’m trying to help.  I don’t know if the young boy was ever able to see me, but by allowing me to comfort him with my energy, I was able to interact and get him to where he needed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(**Many thanks to Kerry once again for her beautiful photo creation to add some visual beauty to my blog!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-5154265687799748311?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/5154265687799748311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=5154265687799748311' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5154265687799748311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5154265687799748311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/02/138-enjoying-slow-exit-possible.html' title='138) Enjoying Slow Exit; Possible Retrieval with Firemen'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NFQLGIxvvoM/TU4H9zLxvNI/AAAAAAAAB78/bhZLRAFztS4/s72-c/helping%2Bhands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-5503544441071192564</id><published>2011-01-23T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:52:49.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>137) Impulsiveness While OOB</title><content type='html'>2011_01_23  137) Impulsiveness While OOB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This OBE was a first for me, in the sense that I was SO obviously being told I was not to leave my ‘physical’ location, yet ignored such an obvious sign to stay!  I am so ingrained that it is necessary to move away from my body, that I just left through another doorway!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I am rather impulsive like this, doing what I want to do, rather than taking advantage of what I’m being shown and using it as intended.  (This is a frequent happening with me, as you can see from another post on my blog - &lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2008/10/79-spontaneous-obe-impulsiveness.html"&gt;click here to read it &lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this experience, I remember a very strong ‘sleep paralysis’ sensation and my mind remaining very much aware.  I somehow knew I was going to be able to get out of body with this attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first recollection after the drop into sleep after paralysis, was rolling out of body and moving directly to my front door with my usual exit blindness, as I have done so many times before.  However, this time, as I gained speed to move through the door, I was astonished when I “hit” the door with a splat!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the wooden solidness of the door, even the different panes of glass, and a firm sense of being ‘blocked’!  I could barely see, but in ‘feeling’ around the doorway, I felt two strong ‘metal’ bars forming an X across the door! It was an obvious indication that I was NOT to go through this exit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking twice, I knew I could try for the side door of my house, as I have used that many times before.  (In hindsight, I truly feel this was an attempt to get me to stay in the local area, yet I remember being determined to get outside.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I glided to the side door, I felt just a bit apprehensive knowing that my exit could be blocked again, however, I breezed through the door as usual, feeling the subtle change in texture as I passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved that I was once again out, I stood on my porch and looked at my front lawn, beautifully illuminated with the full moon.  Looking at the moon, I had the clear thought that I wanted to go visit an astronomer friend of mine and did a little jump to start my travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, instead of flying or feeling the usual ‘black tunnel’, I felt I was more drifting and floating gently in another direction.  At this point, I stated ‘to my Higher Self’, thinking that if I didn’t make a destination, I’d end up back in body.  (I always feel I must be in control when I’m so lucid, instead of allowing things to happen…and that might not be the best for me!)  I even remember asking to go to someplace where I could learn my lessons and advance my development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, here is where I have extremely limited recall.  There is this ‘space’ that I know I was interacting and doing something, as the barest memories of ‘pushing through’ to different scenes remain, once being a ‘smoky’ veil that wasn’t sure I wanted to go through.  I recall firmly stating, “clarity now” at least three times, and being amazed at how clear my vision was!  There were amazing colors…but no other recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next recollection was floating once again, relaxing on a cushion as if ‘unwinding’ after a workout, outside and looking up at the most spectacular night sky I have ever seen! I knew it was not ‘our’ night sky, as the stars were so much more intense and indescribable! There were zillions of them, and how they filled the sky and sparkled was simply amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating gently up a hill, I saw a house that vaguely looked familiar, but did not enter it.  Looking below me, as I was floating about 10 feet off the ground, I could see my new little kitten following me! She was trying to jump up to join me, over and over…and after a short time, she jumped high enough and made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the tug as she clawed her way onto the cushion and climbed into my lap.  The sensation and physical ‘feeling’ of her close to me was as real as waking life, which made me think, ‘Uh oh, my cat HAS really climbed onto my sleeping physical body and is waking me’!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I had just had an amazing experience, I decided I’d go back to body before the kitten jolted me awake and made my lose my recall.  Pulling back, my first realization was that my cat (in reality) was nowhere near me!  I was astonished to be alone on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out my recorder, turned it on, and immediately realized I was in another false awakening! The digital display on the recorder did not look familiar at all, despite my sense of ‘being awake’.  Knowing this has happened so many times before, I attempted to ‘pull back’ again, and wake further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I feel myself once again pulling out the recorder and starting to record.  I described everything I did, and then, in the middle of my recording, realized that something was ‘not right’.  Knowing this was likely another ‘false awakening’ I remembered from a recent forum post that maybe I should try what another OBEr had done, and go back into the experience from this false awakening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, knowing that my memories were fading fast, I decided to ‘pull back’ one more time to get myself NOW fully awake.  Due to this delay in recording, and so many false awakening at the end, I was now at a complete loss for what happened in the middle of my experience! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reviewing this experience, I realize that I may have not taken advantage of what was being shown to me, once again due to my impulsiveness.  To emphasize this point, when I was reviewing my blog this morning after waking, I was drawn to my post (listed above) and re-read it.  I thought it was quite synchronous how I was guided to read this particular blog post from my past so soon after waking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-5503544441071192564?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/5503544441071192564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=5503544441071192564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5503544441071192564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5503544441071192564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/01/137-impulsiveness-while-oob.html' title='137) Impulsiveness While OOB'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7363325512979504287</id><published>2011-01-22T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:27:05.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming Fear While OOB - Gateway Blog Posts</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd give some direct links to all four parts of the article now that they are all posted.  I hope you enjoy reading my article, and as always, I'm open to any comments and suggestions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.thegatewayexperience.com/overcoming-fear-while-obe-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.thegatewayexperience.com/overcoming-fear-while-obe-part-2.html"&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.thegatewayexperience.com/overcoming-fear-while-oob-part-3.html"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.thegatewayexperience.com/overcoming-fear-while-oob-the-final-part.html"&gt;Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7363325512979504287?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7363325512979504287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7363325512979504287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7363325512979504287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7363325512979504287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/01/overcoming-fear-while-oob-gateway-blog.html' title='Overcoming Fear While OOB - Gateway Blog Posts'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-2954126325833051430</id><published>2011-01-12T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:55:17.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>136) Personal Growth by Facing Fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFQLGIxvvoM/TTXhdVq9cpI/AAAAAAAAB7o/zN-a1FTtbRo/s1600/Walking.water.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFQLGIxvvoM/TTXhdVq9cpI/AAAAAAAAB7o/zN-a1FTtbRo/s320/Walking.water.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563600808835904146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/11/11 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this experience, I had moved to the couch as usual, and had much difficulty getting into my meditative state of mind to relax.  With a busy past few weeks, I had not had the time to put much effort into meditation and mind relaxation, and this may have impacted my OBE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After continued attempts, I was thrilled to feel slight vibrations and willed them to become stronger.  It did, but I could not sustain that higher level.  I was disappointed to think I might not be able to travel.  Soon after though, I found myself in an ‘odd’ state of mind, not really sure if I was awake or asleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having learned never to question what’s going on and just take advantage of any ‘confusion’ as to my status, I decided I’d just roll out and see what happened.  I couldn’t roll, and after a few attempts, I gave up and said I must be awake, so I just stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my ‘physicalness’, even to the point where I was removing the blanket off my body and dropping it to the floor!  Something was different though, as my head felt very odd…almost as if I was in two places at once.  There was this pressure in my head that gave me enough consideration that maybe I could be OOB despite how it felt!  (In hindsight, I’m wondering if perhaps I wasn’t fully ‘out’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I started walking to the front door, knowing that if I AM OOB that I’d be able to move right through it.  I remember having the concern that I was going to hit the door hard with my physical body if I was not, so I put my arm out so it wouldn’t hurt so badly!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled to feel the ‘crackle’ of the texture change as I passed through the door, to find myself on my front step.  It was dark and I still did not feel in much control and slightly confused.  I affirmed ‘clarity now!’ a few times, and finally something came into view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw water flooding the area in my front yard, and now more confident of my status, knew I could just walk on the water to move.  (*What is interesting to note here, is that I had just recently thought about how the mind is able to effect what seems to be impossible tasks for the physical body – specifically the idea of walking through fire and on water as noted in many religious texts*)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After enjoying the ability to ‘walk on water’, I then realized I don’t even need to walk, I could fly!  I fly skyward and quickly found myself in another environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in an area with lots of people, no one familiar, going about their daily business.  I’m following a group around, talking (but cannot recall about what!), moving through the various rooms.  At one point, I told the group that I could fly and they didn’t believe me!  They were very emphatic that I was not going to be able to do so, and their determination gave me increased concerns that maybe I really wasn’t!   Because of their strong beliefs, I recall having a difficult time remembering that I WAS OOB and knew I could!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove my point, I found some stone stairs that went up to another level overlooking where the group of people stood waiting.  I was feeling a bit apprehensive, but somehow knew I was OOB.  (I do think that I had enough awareness to remember that if I questioned my status even a little bit, that I am always OOB!)  That gave me enough courage to just jump…and was thrilled to find myself flying a short distance, drifting gently down to where they stood.  They were astounded at my ability to do this! I reveled in my success, exclaiming,   See, I told you! I can fly!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found I couldn’t really control the flying as I can sometimes do, but it was enough to verify that I was still OOB and visiting these individuals.    The only other recollection after this was being asked to help take down some hanging ‘decorations’(?) that hung high above their area ( since they knew I could fly now!)   I immediately flew up, took them down, and returned them to the man in charge of the tour.  It was while I was up high gathering the decorations that I noticed the ceiling of this area was dome shaped, hence the reason I recorded this as a ‘cave’ initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I left that area,  I saw my ex-husband in another section and we had some personal discussion that made me feel  he understood what all had to happen in our lives and that it was ”meant to be that way”  but he was still working out his own issues with how to cope with it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after this that I was aware enough to know I have to get this recorded before I forget, so I took out  my recorder, and was surprised to see the  screen starting showing  all these funny numbers and Chinese like characters on the backlit panel.   Having just changed the batteries prior to bed, I thought initially, “Oh no, it is broken!”   Then realizing that this is likely a false awakening (as I have had this same ‘broken recorder’ theme multiple times in OBE endings) , I feel myself ‘snap to’ a lighter state where I  thought I was now wide awake and proceeded to record (or so I thought so!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised when immediately I felt someone coming up to the couch, where I am now sitting upright.  The atmosphere felt much different than the previous environment, very ‘realistic’ and very physical.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up, I saw my sister crying uncontrollably, and I felt sadness that I had not been a bigger part of her life, that there were things I should have done and didn’t.  On my left, I see my younger brother move toward me, again feeling upset and concerned with some personal feelings, and without any time to think, my daughter comes in front of me!  She is also sharing some feelings and concerns that go to a personal level and I cannot share here, but the general feeling I am having is sadness and distress that things could not have been done differently in our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, another woman then accompanies my daughter, standing in front of other woman came up talking to me, I’m not really afraid of her but feeling quite concerned.  She had a strong forceful presence, and at one point feel her grab my hand tightly.  I was insistent that she tell me who she is, asking over and over, “who are you?”  My daughter and her both were saying something like they are trying to ‘make me better’ and I felt so many emotions…. fear, sadness, regret, anger…but all at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing I was not making the situation better, I remembered to just ‘let go’ of all attachments and current emotions.  At this point the woman faded away, and I turned to my daughter and asked, “who was that?”  I recorded that she gave me a name, but I had no recall as to the specific name only that it was someone she knew from “high school” (?).  (It was only after waking did I remember that maybe it would have been a different ending had I ‘sent love’ instead of just letting go….)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more background on this experience, I had just read in Jurgen Ziewe’s book,  Multidimension Man, about his encounters with a Master and learning to overcome his fears while OOB, especially the fear of death.  Jurgen had to obtain the proper mindset to face a doorway with daggers in order to move out of this room he was in.  I remember thinking as I read this part of the book, that this fear of dying while OOB is an especially hard lesson to learn.  But it is when you DO know that you CANNOT be harmed, and can take that confidence with you, you are able to move through to other areas where you learn more about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now thinking that this last part of the OBE, as it was a more personal experience that I could relate to with family issues,  was  more for my own learning benefit, to face those feelings that I fear most, and to learn to let go of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum:  MANY THANKS to Kerry for her beautifully designed pictures that offer a visual perspective to my experience! Outstanding work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-2954126325833051430?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/2954126325833051430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=2954126325833051430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2954126325833051430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2954126325833051430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/01/136-personal-growth-by-facing-fears.html' title='136) Personal Growth by Facing Fears'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NFQLGIxvvoM/TTXhdVq9cpI/AAAAAAAAB7o/zN-a1FTtbRo/s72-c/Walking.water.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-8827788937105566793</id><published>2011-01-02T17:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T18:15:15.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>135) Multidimensional Man correlation in OBE</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report that my ‘dry spell’ for the past few weeks has started to dissipate!!  I was a bit concerned that there was minimal to no activity when attempting to travel, even with my dream content!  It is frustrating but as with all things ‘not of this world’, there can be unknown variables that influence my lack of activity for one reason or another.  I just have to accept that this is what is best for me and keep trying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would focus back on my reading material, as that always seems to have a great effect on my recall while OOB, hoping that if I did get out, I would remember what I read.  I chose a book written by a long time experienced astral traveler, &lt;a href="http://www.multidimensionalman.com/Multidimensional-Man/Astral_Travel_and_life_after_death.html"&gt;Jurgen Ziewe&lt;/a&gt;, called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Multidimensional-Man-Jurgen-Ziewe/dp/1409224252"&gt;Multi-dimensional Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  It was recommended to me a while ago and I never had the time to start reading it until now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, I sure wish I had read this back when the dry spell started!!  There are a lot of similar experiences that he encounters that I can relate to on a deep level, and I am only half way through the book!  I think I shall write another post later about this great book after I am finished with it and maybe discuss how it compares with my experiences (although I do not have the awesome lucidity and control that he has!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile to get back to my OOB experience from this morning, what you need to know is that he mentioned a few events in his travels that correlated directly with what I experienced this time.  He mentions once being aware of meeting people in his sleep clothes, and then to realize he was naked! I remember while reading that I was impressed with his ability to shrug off this experience and continue on with the travels without returning to body. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another mention he gave was that he would actually STOP and take the time to ‘clear up’ his mind when events started to fade or falter, sometimes just by focusing on his hands.  I know in my haste to get on with my travels, I never really take the time to stop and focus, which I did impress as an intention prior to this OBE.  He also mentioned how he would just ‘jump high’ to verify he was OOB at any point he was unsure of his status.  I know it was reading this book before bed that gave me the focus and control I needed for this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience begins with the memory of an exit that just ‘happened’.  I remember lying on my traveling couch feeling frustrated with whatever ‘dream event’ was going on, yet knowing I was on the couch.  I decided to just get up off the couch to get away from whatever was so frustrating.  I found myself easily moving to an upright standing position, but then realized my living room was completely different than it should be.  This gave me the awareness that I was actually OOB! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in long hallway and could see a familiar building a distance away that I wanted to go into.  Moving toward the building, the entire environment started to fade and ‘fuzz’, giving me the feeling I was going to go back to body.  I remembered at this time that I wanted to stop and focus on becoming clearer but also focus on my hands as Jurgen did.  I was amazed at how easily everything turned back into sharp focus and I proceeded on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events of this OBE are very limited to a degree, as I know I did many things in many rooms of this building, meeting many different people.  I knew I had been to this building many times before, as it was where I attended various ‘seminars’ to learn and it had a ‘vacation’ type feeling to it.  However, there was not total lucidity of being OOB, and some ‘dream events’, such as the need for luggage and clothes, remained part of the experience.  I should have known I was OOB, but fell easily into the ‘life-like’ events that occurred at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only a few experiences amid the many I had that I can clearly recall for posting here.  The first was the realization that I was scheduled for a seminar that should have started, but found that my suitcase was not delivered yet!  As I moved toward the room where the seminar was, I realized I was wearing only my sleep clothes and felt I could not continue on to the seminar where my peers were.  I remember I did feel comfortable enough to continue with my quest to find the suitcase, knowing that Jurgen had done the same.  I can remember asking someone, “Am I missing all the seminars?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other recall I had was as I walked into this one hallway, I was amazed to see a floor to ceiling mirror on the wall.  Even more amazing, I could SEE myself reflected back clearly and accurately!! I was fascinated at the detail of my reflection, and how perfect the reflection was for my current physical status. (I had a previous blog posts - #96 and #126 - where my mirror reflection was either a younger me, or changed in some other way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at myself, I had doubts of actually being OOB, as it was so real.  I remembered again reading about Jurgen doing a little ‘jump’ to verify his status, and did so.  I floated high and knew I was still out!  I did a little ‘back flip’ in slow motion, just because I knew I could! It was such fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman came by and asked what I was doing, and I showed her my slow backflip saying, “Why don’t you try it too?!”  I showed her and was aghast to see her try to do the same, only to watch her fall flat on her face! I felt awful, helped her up and apologized.  Despite this distressing event, she offered to help me find my suitcase, and I remember I was taken to an area where I had to pick my blue suitcase out of the myriad of suitcases that were being unloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She accompanied me as I found myself then on the way up to my room to get dressed.  Near the stairs to go up, I noticed some broken pieces of jewelry on the floor.  Thinking someone would want this, I started to pick up the broken pieces of necklace, but whomever I was with said to just leave it alone.  I continue to pick the pieces up, but soon realized that there was a lot more to this clean up than I thought and had leave it alone as she requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two other events I recall in limited detail, one that included my brother sleeping in a bedroom and the gentleman I was with trying to wake him.  This was after we walked through an area that he had just finished for someone, with painting of zoo animals as a theme in all the rooms, including a walk in closet.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A final recall had to do what likely is an event related to a concern I have in physical, where I was concerned about a task that I was assigned to do, but knew I was not going to have the time to do it right and needed to have someone else take it over.  I know I felt much relieved when the man I was with offered to take over my job responsibilities for this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all I can recall of my OOB experience, but the happiness I feel knowing I was able to get out again is thrilling!  Even though I wasn’t lucid enough to maintain awareness with all events, many times just going along with whatever was happening without much control, I am happy to know that my reading and re-focus on my OOB travels is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eager now to finish reading this great book, and hoping to have many more experiences that correlate with his fascinating travels.  With Jurgen’s travels as a role model for me, I intend now to take more time to focus on maintaining clear awareness and my own lucid control when OOB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-8827788937105566793?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/8827788937105566793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=8827788937105566793' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8827788937105566793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8827788937105566793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2011/01/135-multidimensional-man-correlation-in.html' title='135) Multidimensional Man correlation in OBE'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7589733983287780720</id><published>2010-11-30T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:09:54.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>134) Limited Control, Extending with Spin, Content in the Astral Life</title><content type='html'>11/30/10  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latest OBE was a bit disappointing for me, especially after the wonderful clarity and focus I had with the last one.  I have to admit, it is likely due to the fact that I am just getting over a viral illness and am not in the best of condition yet.  But I wanted to travel again, and so I affirmed and intended to do so, hoping to meet with someone to either help or learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I know I received my request, as I have the vague recall of meeting many people and interacting with them in many way, however, the greatest recall I have is when I was reviewing all the events thinking I was actually recording, only to discover upon full consciousness that I really did not and most of the memories dissipated quickly from my awareness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some memories remained, however, and those I will share.  It is so frustrating though to know that there was more to these experiences, yet I can’t pull them out of my deep subconscious.  I am comforted, however, somehow knowing that I have learned what I needed to learn with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m lying on the couch, I am aware of the light vibrations.  I try to will them to become stronger, as they seem too erratic and not fully encompassing my body.  Finally I feel my hands and arms begin to float and try to roll out. It is so difficult and I find I can’t move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize my kitten is once again sleeping on my stomach! I can feel her weight, yet I can feel my arms floating! It takes much effort and intention to try to move out, and I then find myself on my knees facing my body on the couch with my upper torso still attached.  I can’t see, I can barely move, and I’m getting quite frustrated.  I try ‘clarity now!’ a few times, with little effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason, I decide that in order to get away from my body I must just affirm ‘to the door!’ with strong intention, and that does the trick.  I move quickly now to the side door, feeling the different furniture as I pass through them on the way.  I feel the doors as I exit as there is such limited ‘sight’ this time.  I can tell where I am as I move by ‘feel’ alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once outside, I ‘feel’ the light, and then with another ‘clarity now!’ I barely begin to perceive the trees that line my property.  Moving slowing up toward the tree tops, I just want to get away and begin my adventure, but feel so thick, fuzzy, and without much control – quite the opposite of my last outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up high, I stop, trying to remember where it was that I wanted to go when I got out, and turned to head to my parent’s house next door, not remembering what it was I wanted to do.  As I started to move again, things faded quickly and I knew I was going to back to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in enough control, however, to know that I did NOT want to go back already! As I faded back, I tried to do a little ‘spin’, as I have read that you can extend your stay out of body by doing so.  It has worked before and so this time, once again, it worked! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now find myself in this room full of other people, talking and interacting…and here is where the majority of memories were lost.  The only memory I have remaining had to do with me figuring out how to use some ‘high-tech’ phone to call for some pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my next memory was finding myself standing next to my sleeping body in my living room, again not wanting to return.  I get the feeling that ‘someone’ is nearby, so I yell out, “Is anyone here? I want to talk.”   I can ‘hear’ my voice reverberating in the blackness, and it sounds so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faintly in the distance, I think I hear an answer. I holler out again, “Can anyone hear me? Does anyone want to talk to me?” and now I hear a small child’s voice answer me.  I move toward the voice, down my hallway and it turns into an area that is now unfamiliar to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep talking, “I’m here, let me talk to you”, and at times I hear my voice sounding very slow, almost ‘growl-like’ which nearly frightens me.  I am not happy with this contact as I’m not sure whom I’m talking to or why my own voice is sounding so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the small degree of fear, I keep moving toward the faint voice, as it doesn’t sound fearful and I find myself next to a small spiral staircase.  Looking up the stairs, I see only the feet of a small child running up the stairs, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playfully, I charge up the stairs after him, shouting “Where are you? I’m going to get you!” in a most playful and laughing manner.  He remains always just out of my reach until I get to the top, where I then scoop up this young boy of about 2-3 years of age with dark hair, saying, “I got you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting to note, I recorded some detail about a reference to a “Moses” remark made here, but I have no idea how it fits into this story.  My feeling was that this remark was not going to be one that would be well accepted by many people (whatever that means!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry him down the stairs to find I am in a room where the child must live with his family, as I see a man and woman and another smaller child.  It is a slightly cluttered and disheveled home, with various objects lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the boy down and he runs to his parents (I assume) and for the most part, they do not pay much attention to me.  I am interested as to who they are and what they are doing here.  The father is the one who talks to me, as the woman continues to go about her business taking care of the children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a younger couple, approximate age 30, and he is of trim build with shoulder length blond hair.  I could see that he worked as a mechanic, as there were indications of tools and car parts in a room nearby.  I always wonder if I am supposed to help those I meet ‘move on’ to other worlds or assist them to learn more about themselves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t always think to ask names, but I did ask, “So what’s your story?”  or “What’s going on with you?” (These are paraphrases as I truly don’t think I ‘talk’ when there, but this is the idea of what I am asking without actual words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to know exactly what I mean, and answers me with the essence of “Oh, you’re from that Earth place.  I tried that life once and I didn’t like it, people take advantage of you.  It was much too hard.  Here you can have anything you want. It’s so much better here.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from what he was saying that he was happy with his situation here, despite all appearances that it was nothing glorious or outwardly wealthy, it sufficed for his needs and he was content with all that he had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no need to help him move on, and for his own personal development I knew it was not necessary to help him in any way as he was content with his life, very happy with what he had, and that is all we can ever wish for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDENDUM:  IMO, in the astral, thoughts manifest quickly as things and you can live the life that you wish.  That is what he meant and why he was content.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in physical life, thoughts still manifest as things, however, with the lower slower vibration of physical life, it takes time and focused effort.  There is no 'time' (or little time - depending of degree of vibration) in other realms therefore, easier manifestation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you travel in the astral, you learn quickly how easily 'thoughts' manifest and that control of your thoughts are the key to any experience.  You 'talk' with your thoughts, 'move' with your thoughts, and overcome self-generated 'fear' with your thoughts.  There is no form, no time, no space.  There is only energy and vibration and it depends on your learned ability to use personal thought energy and soul vibration to manipulate your environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7589733983287780720?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7589733983287780720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7589733983287780720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7589733983287780720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7589733983287780720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/11/134-limited-control-extending-with-spin.html' title='134) Limited Control, Extending with Spin, Content in the Astral Life'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-8211293597394741908</id><published>2010-11-21T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:33:28.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>133) Re-learning Affirmations and Control</title><content type='html'>Well, I am rather excited about this latest OOBE as I realized that had drifted away from using my original OOB technique with immediate affirmations once exiting my body in the excitement to be out of body and get flying again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started my OOB experiences a few years ago, I loved the affirmations and techniques described by William Buhlman in his first two books, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Adventures-Beyond-Body-Out---Body/dp/0062513710/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1290385281&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Adventures Beyond the Body&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Secret-Soul-Out---Body-Experiences/dp/006251671X/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1290385281&amp;sr=8-3"&gt;The Secret of the Soul&lt;/a&gt;.  I originally used the affirmations all the time as he suggested, yet over the years as I became more comfortable navigating the astral environment, I seemed to have stopped using them as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In listening to &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Have-Out---Body-Experience/dp/1591799120/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1290385281&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Mr. Buhlman’s latest CD set&lt;/a&gt; recently, which was a great review and offered  more ‘personal’ guidance with vocal instructions, it also impressed upon me that this important aspect of using affirmations in my travels has been missing!  You will note that I frequently said I ‘lost recall’ or didn’t have ‘clear vision’ in many of my more recent travels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, however, I INTENDED to do  (and did!)  just as he recommends, with affirmations of ‘Clarity now!’ as soon as I exited, and then “to my Higher Self” for my own personal learning, as well as “I will remember all!” affirmation just prior to ending.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased with the result, which adds to my excitement to know there is so much more for me to learn and experience now that I can control my environment better!  In the beginning these affirmations gave me the basic stability I needed to get a few tasks done as I was not accustomed to seeing how to move about and use my thoughts and intentions.   Now, in resuming the use of affirmations again with my more experienced knowledge of the astral environment, I am astounded that my ability to navigate the realm is even greater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with the experience, I moved to my ‘traveling couch’ after a few hours of sleep.  Using my visualization technique along with repeated affirmations of intending to get OOB, I drifted off to a light sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become aware of a slight buzzing and get excited to know I’m about to get out again!  Being careful not to let the excitement dampen the vibrations, I lay quietly and became aware of a floating sensation.  This is my signal that I’m ready to ‘roll out’ so just rolled on my side and stood by the couch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I remembered I wanted to use ‘Clarity now!’ and stated so, with an immediate improvement of my visual surroundings! My living room became in perfect focus, I then stated ‘Awareness now!’ which I felt made my thoughts and intentions even more crisp and focused.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not feel that ‘urgency’ to move quickly away from my body as I usually do because I did not feel that ‘tug’ back to body.  I turned and affirmed ‘to the door!’ and found myself floating slowly to the door, in perfect clear thought and vision, and was truly amazed at the ‘reality’ of it all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even remember thinking, as I neared the front door, that it sure appeared to look just like the solid wooden door that it really is and that maybe I’ll need to open it first! But my thoughts were clear enough to know that I was truly OOB, and so I just continued to move directly through the door without pausing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once outdoors and still thinking so clearly, I remembered I wanted to affirm, “to my Higher Self!” to see if I could do some personal learning.  Immediately I was taken to an area of complete blackness, a sensation of ‘nothingness’ and nothing with form anywhere to be found.  I was floating but still thinking so clearly!  I heard the most beautiful music and felt such peace and happiness, and was trying to think exactly what type of instrument could be making such beautiful sounds when I felt that slight transition as if I was going back to body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disappointed to find myself back on the couch, but then realized I still had a slight tingle of a vibrations happening!  It was truly an unusual sensation, as I clearly felt the ‘solidity’ of the couch and even the pressure of my little kitten that climbed up to sit squarely on top of my stomach!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since the vibrations persisted and I did not move, I soon felt my arms and legs floating again!  Thrilled to know I could once again get out, I dropped my legs over the side of the couch and found myself standing looking at my ‘sleeping’ body…with the kitten on top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I remembered to affirm, “Clarity now!” and then “Awareness now!”, and with both affirmations, the room became clearer and my thoughts became more lucid.  I was truly amazed at the level of control I felt I had, and repeated, ‘to the door!’ once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I exited through the door, I could see the row of tress that line my front yard.  Looking up at the tops, I affirm, ‘to the tree tops’ and start moving slowly and gently toward them.  However, instead of the tree tops, I found myself within now within a forest of trees and with unfamiliar surroundings, remember that I want to go ‘to my Higher Self!’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon affirming my intention to seek my Higher Self, I once again find I am complete blackness, but again with the most beautiful music playing!  This time it feels as though I’m sliding down something, backwards on my back, but having such fun doing so!  It is peaceful, joyous, fun, and so beautiful to be here and I’m smiling and happy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I slide, I now feel ‘hands’ or some sort of ‘energy pulsations’ all along both sides of my back.  I feel excited knowing it’s there, but I’m not very clear on why or what it was.  I do remember at one point I had to say ‘ouch’ as the intensity of the ‘pulsation’ in the center of my back became a bit much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next memory was the transitioning of the pull-back to body, and I was clearly focused enough to even remember to affirm, “I will remember all!” over and over.  As this was a two-part OBE with my return to body and quick exit again, I knew it was going to be difficult to recall much when I did not have a chance to record after my first exit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, although there wasn’t much to remember once I went ‘to my Higher Self’, the greatest part of this experience for me was the absolute clarity of thought and intention that I had within it.  I just can’t even begin to explain how ‘real’ it is, to know you ARE out of body and in such perfect control!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad I was given the opportunity to hear once again from Mr. Buhlman himself in his &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/How-Have-Out---Body-Experience/dp/1591799120/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1290385281&amp;sr=8-2"&gt;new CDs&lt;/a&gt; how important is it to do these affirmations.   Reviewing these past practices and applying them anew to my current experiences adds such a deep degree of learning for me!  Thank you again, Mr. Buhlman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-8211293597394741908?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/8211293597394741908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=8211293597394741908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8211293597394741908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8211293597394741908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/11/133-re-learning-affirmations-and.html' title='133) Re-learning Affirmations and Control'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-2441742754180848747</id><published>2010-11-13T09:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:31:31.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gateway blog post #2 - Fear and the OBE</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share with everyone that another post at the Gateway blog was just put up that offers some of my techniques and dealing with fear.  I know much of this is already posted here on my blog, but in case you haven't found it here, you can check out this link. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.thegatewayexperience.com/fear-and-the-obe.html"&gt;Fear and the OBE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-2441742754180848747?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/2441742754180848747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=2441742754180848747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2441742754180848747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2441742754180848747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/11/gateway-blog-post-2.html' title='Gateway blog post #2 - Fear and the OBE'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3004307812316318040</id><published>2010-11-07T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:06:10.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>132) Learning that Practice Makes Perfect, Intention is Everything</title><content type='html'>11/7/10   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted much lately as the few short experiences I have had were not cohesive enough to post in a fashion where they could make much sense for others to read.  This experience is one that I have had after a few weeks of having to focus on ‘real life’ events and not consciously working with my ‘reality checks’ and dream recall as closely as I have in the past.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am finding is that continuous practice is a requirement for fully focused and clear headed OOB experiences.  It seems I have regressed a bit in my ability to move about in the astral, allowing the lack of practice for doing reality checks and affirmations to hinder my ‘conscious’ abilities.  However, since I feel this may reinforce the need for returning to my usual practices, I’m still sharing what I remember and how different it felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After moving to my ‘traveling couch’ and using my energy visualizations and affirmations as my body drifted off to ‘sleep’, my mind worked to stay aware and I planned what I would want to do when I got OOB this time.  I remember thinking I would like to try to move through my front door this time, as the last few experiences have always been through the side door.  I also affirmed that I would like to ‘help someone’ as I always do, but also I wanted meet up with a special friend as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight, I feel I did achieve these goals, however, my helping someone is just a ‘feeling’ I am left with as I have with no specific recall, and I did meet with ‘friends’ but just not the one I intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first became aware of loud noises, a sure signal that I’m about to get out.  It was a type of ‘white noise’ but then changed into loud music above my head as well as voices all around.  At the same time, the vibrations started with an intense tingling all over, and I became a bit excited to think I’m about to get out!  I could barely wait for the vibrations to stop and I eagerly tried to sit up and move out as they were still happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find myself up out of body standing next to my couch.  I knew it had been a while since I have had such clear vision upon first exit, and was excited to take note of how ‘real’ my surroundings appeared.  The living room furniture was exactly as it should be and I even remembered that I wanted to be sure to exit through the front door this time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to move away from my body, as that is always a strong memory that I must move away to feel better. This time, though, instead of becoming clearer, I felt I was becoming heavier and ‘thicker’ as I moved away.  I thought that maybe I should just stay in this ‘near physical’ surroundings and take note of what the difference is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by the chairs as I felt unsteady and put out my hand to touch them, and was surprised to see that I could actually feel their ‘solidness’!  Not seeing much difference in looking around and still feeling unsteady, I became eager to get outdoors to fly again, so I focused on the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is interesting is that once I was at the front door, I knew immediately that I didn’t have to do anything but move through it.  However, as I moved through it, I felt so solid and ‘thick’, almost as if I was ‘squeezing’ myself though!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I looked out, I realized it was no longer my house, but another room I was exiting that was high above some rolling hills and countryside.  I was not afraid, knowing that I was OOB and could not be hurt, and because it was so hard to get through the door, I actually wanted to just pull myself over the edge and free fall, hoping it would ‘kick start’ my flying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I squeezed through, I looked back taking note of thickness of the walls and the unusual siding on this building.  Finally finding myself in a very slow free fall, I attempted to fly.  I was so disappointed to find that my flying abilities were greatly stunted!  I couldn’t go fast or high, and gently floated down to an area where there where children running around and playing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember trying desperately to run and jump in an attempt to fly, finding I was only rising a few feet off the ground then floating gently back down.  The children came around, and I could see it was the back yard of a well kept but older house.  Two older females were there, but it was the children whom I interacted with the most.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling I am left with after waking is that something ‘important’ was done, but all I can recall is the part where I was playing with them so anxiously trying to get my flying started!!  It seems that this lack of flying abilities is the only full memory recall I have as I was so focused on it, although I know there was more that I accomplished with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other part I remember in this scene is thinking I could possibly get higher to fly again if I climbed on the back on the one of the children.  Thinking better of this idea, I then turned to the one boy next to me and asked him to cup his hands together so that I could step up into his hands and he could catapult me high enough to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember doing so, and found myself once again barely clearing a wall that had appeared next to us.  Again, I knew I could just free fall over the edge without fear in hopes that the falling sensation would help me regain my flying abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disheartened to find that I only floated gently down into another scene, but this one with many people milling around in a very social and party type atmosphere.  I recognized many friends, both those who are currently still in physical life and those who have passed.  I greeted them enthusiastically, feeling so happy and joyous at whatever celebration we were having it for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I remember most from this second scene was that unlike the prior one, this was all adults with no children, and I felt so uninhibited and joyous that I was able to thoroughly enjoy myself by entertaining the others.  I didn’t care that I was being funny or silly as I just wanted to make these people laugh and feel as good as I did.  I was doing all these exaggerated motions and actions, and totally enjoying being the ‘life of the party’!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one man there I remember from my younger years that I had a secret crush on….and went directly up to him and gave him such a big kiss! I didn’t care what others thought, and he offered a humorous remark that made me laugh. I didn’t even worry about my lack of flying abilities and just enjoyed the happiness and love that exuded from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then felt that transition that told me I was about to ‘wake up’ and quickly tried to recall the details of my adventure.  I know I remembered many details (more than I have here) but when I tried to take out my recorder, I saw that I pulled out my cell phone instead and it was busy playing a video documentary about someone else’s OBE.  I wondered why I had that instead of my recorder, and with that realization, knew that this was a ‘false awakening’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked harder to pull myself out a bit more, trying to keep the details of the experience intact with my mnemonics and backward recall.  Unfortunately, as with most of my latest experiences, as soon as I returned to ‘full wakefulness’ and actually turned on my recorder, the details fled from my recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that due to my lack of ‘intention’ during waking life with my ongoing reality checks and reading of OBE material, my ability to retain ‘consciousness’ and clear thinking is not as good as when I was doing it regularly.  I was so focused on wanting to fly again that I didn’t take the time to stop and think consciously why and what I was doing.  I just interacted unconsciously with whomever I encountered and got pulled into the action that was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clear thinking was only in the very beginning when I knew that I wanted to take note of my near physical surroundings and when I knew how I wanted to exit the house.  After that, my intention to fly again became dominant and so I lost any ability to retain ‘consciousness’ within the OBE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3004307812316318040?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3004307812316318040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3004307812316318040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3004307812316318040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3004307812316318040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/11/132-learning-that-practice-makes.html' title='132) Learning that Practice Makes Perfect, Intention is Everything'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-9089464600724672760</id><published>2010-10-12T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:50:47.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>131) Sending Love; Meeting Astral Residents; Lucid Dream Transition to OBE</title><content type='html'>10/6/10 Sending Love; Meeting Astral Residents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my couch in my usual routine to attempt an OOBE, I initially become aware of an intense pressure in my chest area.  Not sure what this was, I knew enough to just ‘let go’ and let things happen, and the pressure changed into what felt like an intense hug, or someone holding me tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first rational thoughts are “oh, it must be my husband trying to wake me to get back to bed” as I knew it was the middle of the night.  The pressure then became even more intense, and I tried to pull away, worried that I couldn’t release this increasing pushing or pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing somehow that I needed to maintain control and not create fear, I used my previous learning to ‘send love’ to this fear/pressure.  I remember saying, “I love you”, and the pressure lightened and released to what felt like a light touch of a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize I’m sitting upright on the couch and there is someone sitting next to me!  I have enough clarity of mind to realize I’m OOB and turn to this person to ask “who are you?”  He answers, but the name is garbled, and I have to say, “I’m sorry, I have a hard time understanding you as I’m new to this type of communication” and he said his name again, but I still didn’t comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to face him, wanting to get a good long look at him so I would be able to remember what he looked like.  It was a young boy of about 16 or 17, handsome, average build, with short dark wavy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was distressed and wanted to talk about his ‘girl’ and how things just didn’t work out the way they were supposed to.  I don’t remember details, but I had the feeling he was emotionally tied to this girl and needed some help in letting go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat talking with him, and soon realized another man appeared behind the couch to speak with us, also talking about his wife and sharing his views on how he coped with similar issues.  (I have no idea if this was an astral helper who came to assist the boy to move on, or something else, but I felt my work there was done) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point I realized I was fully OOB and in my living room, so I moved easily and quickly to the dining room.  I remember thinking as I ‘walked’ to the side door, “hey, I don’t need to walk! I can just ‘intend’ and be there!” – which I did!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time (unlike the last OBE in previous post) I had absolutely no difficulty at all moving through the door and flying up to the trees!!  I was so thoroughly enjoying the freedom of flying once again, flipping and swooping in a carefree way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew next door to my parent’s house, and remember seeing my brother and a young child in front of the house near the road, but do not remember why they were there or what I did with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I flew to the other side of the house, I saw large tents erected on the hill next to their house and noticed it was starting to rain very hard.  (This is where ‘real life’ and astral landscapes combine at times to give you the illusion you are ‘just dreaming’ – but it’s just the way the astral realm works) At this time, I questioned if I was ‘still OOB’, so I did a few forward no-hand flips perfectly which assured me I WAS still OOB (as this is an impossible feat for me in real life!!  lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I knew there were families living in these tents, and I saw one family with two young children and a baby trying to sleep, curled up under the tent with nothing to lie on except the grass.  Coming closer, I could see the infant was lying in a puddle of rainwater! I was aghast and said ‘you can’t sleep here! I can’t have the baby lying in water!’  I felt we had to get the baby out of the water and told everyone to come over to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved back to my house, but found the scene transitioned to some interactions I had with a few nurses that I used to work with and their concern with a medication they needed to have a proper dosage for.  At this point, there were no further memories of how the experience ended.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did awaken sufficiently to record my memories, I felt as if I had been in a very deep sleep and it took a lot of ‘backward recall’ to even get these memories to record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/11/10 Lucid Dream to OBE Transition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next experience was interesting in that I remembered to use a ‘reality check’ to become aware within a dream that is mentioned in the Lucid Dreaming book I am reading (see blog #129).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some background information, I awoke about 2am and was concerned that my husband had not come home from a meeting and was worried.  Having contacted him and assured of his whereabouts, I fell back asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in a middle of a dream, one with much activity going on and many people doing different things.  I asked someone, ‘what time is it?’ as they wanted me to do something and I felt there wasn’t much time left to do whatever it was to be done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me it was just 8pm but I knew it had to be after 2am since I remembered I was awake earlier at 2am!  I told them I didn’t have time to do what they wanted me to do, and continued to argue with them as they kept assuring me it was only 8pm and there was plenty of time to do what we had to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then became clear enough to realize, ‘hey wait, let me look at a clock’, remembering that if I look at a digital clock once, then look again, and see two different times, then I’d know I was OOB!  (I’m thinking here that something already gave me a ‘hint’ I might be dreaming, to do this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and looked at the clock on the TV and it fuzzily said 10 something, then glanced away and looked back.  Now it said 7 something!  “That’s the cue!” I said, “that’s the cue I can use to know I am OOB!  I am out! I am out!”  and then affirmed ‘clarity now!’ as I pulled back and floated up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself moving up out of the busy scene below me, flying free and taking control. I remembered they tried to get me to stay, but I wanted to do more.  I remember being very high, looking back down at the room below me…and then lost whatever memories I had after that!  I awoke with only the recall of this lucid dream to OBE transition, which is likely the major lesson I was to take from this experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-9089464600724672760?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/9089464600724672760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=9089464600724672760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/9089464600724672760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/9089464600724672760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/10/131-sending-love-meeting-astral.html' title='131) Sending Love; Meeting Astral Residents; Lucid Dream Transition to OBE'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7640479746844889454</id><published>2010-10-05T20:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T20:10:32.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>130) Perfect Clarity Upon Exit; Seeing my Astral Form; Becoming Dense</title><content type='html'>9/12/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this OBE, my first recall was hearing beautiful music and I knew by the magnificent melody that I was ready to roll out.  I start to roll, but realized I could clearly see my soft white ethereal arms as they floated above my body!  I then pulled up my legs and watched as they separated and formed a perfect replica of my physical body in clear white form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was completely amazed with this exit, as I had never been able to see astral parts of my body with such clarity and detail.  The entire outline form was visible, not the fuzzy wavy appearance that sometimes happens OOB. I could actually watch myself lift my legs out of body and moved to roll out.  I found myself looking intently at the perfect white form I now was as I stood next to my sleeping body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it felt so ‘different’ so I took the time to look around to see why it ‘felt’ so unusual.  I was amazed at the complete and total clarity that I had had viewing my room.   The detail of everything was amazing but more surprisingly, realized I could now see everything all around me all at once!  I have found myself standing by my sleeping body before, but this time it seemed different in that no matter where I looked, there was such clear ‘vision’ in all directions.  I remember thinking, “so this is what people talk about seeing themselves while OOB!” I marveled at myself in its new ‘form’ and found I could easily move so effortlessly about the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved into the dining area heading for the side door but my recall is very limited here.  My only memory is that I knew I wanted to ‘help someone’ in my adventure. Was I talking to someone? Or perhaps it is possible that I felt I wasn’t doing much except really, really enjoying such a unique experience with this different ‘feeling’ of clarity and focus but then I also knew that I should do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to the side door, I pushed hard to get out but could not easily transition through the door as I usually do.  With extra determination, and affirming my “knowing” that I could get out, I then ‘popped’ through to my porch.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out to my front yard, I noticed a truck with two men at the edge of my property that is adjacent to a very old cemetery.  Did the pop make a transition to a lucid dream? Or was this now someone I was supposed to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alongside the cemetery fence, next to my driveway, I could see where a large tree that had fallen.  There were two men working who were cutting it up, and my impression was they were clearing the old fallen tree while preparing to plant pots of small pine trees in its place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to interact, but realized they couldn’t see me at first.  I seem to remember there was snow on the ground, but then later realized it was gone.  I went up one man, as I knew he couldn’t see me, and tried to touch him to get his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to realize he could somehow ‘sense’ I was there! He couldn’t ‘see’ me but I knew by ‘hearing’ his thoughts that he thought it was someone else with him.  He pulled at my arm, and I realized I was becoming ‘denser’ as he said something about “not now, Gloria(?), but I want to be with you too”.  I try to pull my hand away, surprised at the heaviness and loss of energy that I suddenly felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man there then spoke to me, as I am now sitting next to the two remaining pots of pine trees that needed to be planted.  He said directly to me, “are you going to be able to finish these?”  They were huge pots of dirt with young pine trees in them, and I remember sarcastically remarking, “well, I guess I have to since you are both getting ready to leave!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looking back at my house, I knew I had to get back inside, but I felt so heavy with such a loss of clarity and energy!  I knew I was still OOB, as I recall using the ‘cue’ of seeing some wall decorations inside my house that were slightly different but also the same (?).  (Of course I didn’t think twice of using the ‘cue’ that I could see through the walls in the house!)  I also knew I could make myself ‘wake up’ from this experience here, but that it would be less ‘hard/painful’(?) if I could get myself back into the house where my physical body was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m trying to will myself to ‘float’ back into the house, and while I’m doing so, I’m also thinking that I read on an OBE forum about how one can ‘lose energy’ and become heavier and more dense, and realized this could be why I’m having such a difficult time dragging myself back to the house. I’m remembering that Claudia mentioned such things as the superb clarity upon exiting, the loss of energy after being out too long, and the fact that I couldn’t be seen until I became more ‘dense’.  (Claudia, I don’t know if you really ever mentioned these things, but I DO know it was your name that came up!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the experience becomes a bit more of a ‘dream-like’ feeling, as I try to climb up into a carriage that is to take me home.  My brothers were there (both still in physical) and the older one flew past in a helicopter as he told me to play the numbers that pertained to the word “CAN’T” (?).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my other brother was trying to help figure out which numbers this represented, and I thought “well C=3, A=1, N=12” and then he interrupted, “no, N=15”! I argued by saying, “no, you have to add it together!” and then became frustrated and said, “oh we’ll just check with him and see what he wants”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this is where the experience ends, as I awoke and quickly recorded the details that I could remember.  It took a long time of trying to ‘settle back’ into the experience to get the beginning memories, but slowly they returned.  Using the backward recall method works best, as you work backwards from the end to what led you to that experience.  It takes time and effort, and if you don’t do it as soon as you awaken, you will not be able to pull many of the beginning memories back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7640479746844889454?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7640479746844889454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7640479746844889454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7640479746844889454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7640479746844889454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/10/130-perfect-clarity-upon-exit-seeing-my.html' title='130) Perfect Clarity Upon Exit; Seeing my Astral Form; Becoming Dense'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-2199983142640802047</id><published>2010-09-29T20:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:33:05.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest post on Gateway blog - Personal Experiences</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post here to let everyone who is following my posts that I was asked to do a 'guest posting' on the Gateway Experience blog!! It's a synopsis of my experiences to date as an introduction to who I am and what I have done, as well as a means to direct others to my blog experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly honored to be asked to write this, and moreso to know that others will read my experiences and learn to do what I have done.  I am thrilled to think that my efforts here have contributed to the learning and development of other spiritually aware individuals who seek to learn more about the world(s) around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey we have chosen for this lifetime is unique to each one of us, however, IMO, it is the sharing and merging of our knowledge and experiences that will enable us to reach higher and higher levels of development during our short time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please check out my post there and visit their site.  It's full of information for those who seek to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here - &lt;a href="http://blog.thegatewayexperience.com/oobe-%E2%80%93-personal-experiences.html"&gt;Personal Experiences&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-2199983142640802047?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/2199983142640802047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=2199983142640802047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2199983142640802047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2199983142640802047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/09/guest-post-on-gateway-blog.html' title='Guest post on Gateway blog - Personal Experiences'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-8581589811990840828</id><published>2010-09-12T15:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:34:51.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Lucid Dreaming vs OBEs</title><content type='html'>I just thought I'd add another short post to keep everyone informed as to my thoughts on this new task I have undertaken where I am now trying to make even my 'routine dreams' into lucid ones and then transform them into OOBE's or APs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one who frequently gets OOB, I realize now that there is a difference between being able to start from the 'climbing out' stage into an OBE and learning to make my 'regular' dreams more lucid to change them into OOBEs. It's interesting to see how these 'dream signs' or signals are so prevalent in our nightly dreams, but we never take advantage of them because somehow we just 'accept' them as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night before last I had vivid dreams of different situations that I should have been able to become lucid with, but somehow just accepted the events as 'normal' and kept dreaming.  Those memories are easily recalled as just 'dreams' - as I did not become lucid to move into a controlled event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again last night I had a dream in which there were unusual events happening but never caught on that I was dreaming until I saw my EX-husband in my home, adamantly claiming he belonged there.  At this point, I KNEW this was not true, and was able to 'let go' of whatever situation I was in and move onto other tasks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem now is that my 'wakefulness' after such a transitional dream is not the same as the 'pull back' during an OBE, and hence I lose recall quickly as there is no 'time' to use key words to remember as I do with OOBEs.  This is a bit frustrating, but I know with time, it shall improve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for reading these posts and those who email to tell me how much they enjoy my blog. It truly makes my efforts to keep this going easier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-8581589811990840828?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/8581589811990840828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=8581589811990840828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8581589811990840828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8581589811990840828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-on-lucid-dreaming-vs-obes.html' title='Thoughts on Lucid Dreaming vs OBEs'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-6334104984697826712</id><published>2010-09-08T20:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:26:00.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>129) Learning to become lucid with signals</title><content type='html'>9/5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give a little background, I am currently reading a book about lucid dreaming that, despite my familiarly with doing so, teaches me more about how to ‘become aware’ while dreaming.  The author talks about ‘dream signs’, which I call ‘signals’, and in reviewing my account below, realize that there were many, many signals that I did not pick up on.  This makes it more likely, IMO, that should certain repeated signals occur anytime again, I should hopefully transition my awareness to the fact that I am within a dream and can take control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first recollection as I lie on the couch, thinking I was still awake, was of my dog Buddy (who has recently passed over to the other side) coming up to me as I lie there, nudging my face and licking me excitedly!! I was thrilled to see him again, and thought nothing of the fact that despite petting him, feeling him, and hearing him, I could not see him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In hindsight as I write this, I cannot clearly recall any type of visual image of him, but am absolutely certain he was with me!  It is amazing to think that your consciousness can ‘register’ this as an ‘otherwordly visit’ as I knew it was, yet not realize I was just as ‘otherwordly’ ( as in OOB!) so that I could know he was there!   It was processed as a ‘normal’ event to have him here, and I got up to play with him in my living room. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The room appeared just as it does now, and I frolicked and played with him, so happy he was here.  I had a ball that I rolled to him and he returned it just as easily.  During this time, as Buddy faded away, I was standing in the living room wondering what time it was.  I looked at the clock on the TV, and realized it was not working (possible signal).  Another clock nearby said it was 7am and I knew it couldn’t be that late!(possible signal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard my husband call down from upstairs asking me to bring up the camera (as I assumed at the time the new kitten we recently got was doing something cute).   I was a bit frustrated to think that my time to sleep was over and I was not going to get OOB tonight.   There was someone else with me in the room, a younger person, yet I didn’t think this was unusual at all! (possible signal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I look around the living room, and start to wonder maybe this COULD be a dream! There was nothing specific that caused me to realize this, but once I did, something told me that there just might be more to this situation than I’m realizing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a good hard look around the room, and I take notice how ‘real’ everything looks.  It’s perfectly in order, and I have a strong sense of ‘reality’ and that things are just as they should be.  However, SOMEthing is causing me to question my ‘reality’, and therefore, once that happens, I know that I have to take a chance that I am dreaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move quickly to the side door, knowing full well that if I should happen to be in ‘real life’ reality, I will just hit the door with a thud.  But, for some reason, I knew there was a chance I could be actually OOB so I continued without much thought of consequences.  (Key point – you can’t analyze any situation, you just have to go and do if there is ANY question of your ‘reality’ state – because you know if you are in ‘real life’ reality, there is NO question of it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I wasn’t completely sure of my status until I passed easily through the side door, I was AMAZED to find myself now KNOWING that I WAS OOB!  My full awareness of my freedom made me so happy, and I flew up to the tree tops, gliding and swooping in my usual playful manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember saying over and over, ‘its so nice to not be afraid! I’m not afraid of anything!’ and doing all sorts of handstands and flips, with my feet over my head and then finding children gathered around me joining in the fun!  At one point, I did recall that I questioned what was it that I wanted to do when I got out? But I was SO happy enjoying the freedom that I didn’t pursue it further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to an area where there was a sharp drop off over a hill, and just kept flying over it, diving down the side of the hill knowing I could not be hurt and there was no reason to fear anything!  As I came up, I saw other people nearby, but saw they were all yelling and running away from something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without fear, I went to investigate, and saw that a wild boar was running along side of a building, heading for a huge central lake where everyone was gathered.  As the people ran away, I aimed directly for the boar as he jumped in, again knowing there was no fear of injury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered it in my arms, pat it softly and gently calmed the animal down.  Others now came up to me and surrounded us, and as I watched, the wild boar turned into a type of ‘cast iron piggybank’!!  I recall saying, ‘good, now they can keep this safely in their room’ as it was no longer a threat to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that point I woke and recorded as much information as I could remember.  In reviewing this account, there were many times I should have picked up on a ‘dream sign’ or signal, yet I know with continued practice, I shall be able to become more lucid more often and turn more of my ‘dreams’ into a full OOBs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADDENDUM: I am sharing the title of the book I am reading here, as I find out it's practically considered the 'bible' of lucid dreaming!!  If you haven't read it, you must!  It offers great insight and techniques on becoming lucid within a dream, from which you can then take over and take control!!  The book is "Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming" by Stephen LaBerge and Howard Rheingold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-6334104984697826712?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/6334104984697826712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=6334104984697826712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6334104984697826712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6334104984697826712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/09/129-learning-to-become-lucid-with.html' title='129) Learning to become lucid with signals'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-4303533141452350381</id><published>2010-08-11T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:21:30.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>128) Seeing Buddy again; Dream image transitions</title><content type='html'>7.29.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This OOBE was a series of exits and as I recorded them, I realized I could remember more and more bits of earlier information that then helped to pull it all together.  This backward recall works great for picking up details when my ‘signal words’ may not be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For this experience, however, I need to give a little background regarding recent events in my life.  I have had a loving pet for the past 13 years, a black lab named Buddy whom you might remember has traveled with me in a few of my experiences.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recently took a turn for the worst and despite our best efforts, we had to make the decision to euthanize him.  It was a difficult decision, but in looking into his eyes, I knew he was suffering and this had to be done.  He passed peacefully to the other side with us at his side, and over the past few weeks, I have since wondered if he would be able to let me know he was ok.  You will see that I got my answer…and am happy to report that he’s happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to my ‘traveling couch’ after a few hours sleep, without a clear intention to seek Buddy, but always with those thoughts on my mind during waking hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first awareness that I was out of body was after realizing I was ‘dreaming’ and somehow I knew I could just ‘move out’ and found myself heading for the front door, without any memory of ‘rolling out’.  However, I find it’s difficult and heavy to move, and push hard to keep moving.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once outside I take off flying, and despite still feeling sluggish, find myself up high in the dark sky looking off in the distance to a series of ‘stars’ or lights.  It appears to be something in the shape of Texas (the state) and the words “Texas (something)” impressed in my memory.  (However, you can see that it didn’t really stay impressed in my memory very well! Lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to fade back and remember saying, ‘oh no! I want to stay out!’ and then tried to ‘will myself’ back into the experience.  I must have been successful because I found myself once again in a hallway near my front door and trying sluggishly to get out!  However, on my right, a doorway appears and I go through it. I am disappointed to just find more hallways, some with blue and yellow walls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, ‘I want out!’ and so I push hard to move through these halls, finally deciding to go right through the side of the wall to the outside!  I pushed so hard with my back to try to get out, that my feet went up and over and I tumbled out into a free fall.  Now it’s dark, and I think, ‘why can’t I see?’    A random scene I remember at some point was being told that I need to ‘control my urges better’ so I can ‘keep my coat on’ (?)  This is what I recorded, but the feeling I had was this was a classroom sort of experience and that I needed to learn to ‘buckle down’ in order to learn properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Next I recall something about a female interacting with me from up high on my left, as if she was on a rooftop or ledge, talking.  During our talk, something gave me the awareness that I was ‘dreaming’, and I remember thinking, ‘hey, let me try talking directly to her’ so I actually interrupt her to ask, ‘who are you?’  She stopped, and gave me a one word answer (Carol?) but then I didn’t pay much attention because at that point, I realized it was a ‘signal’ that told me I was OOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take off, and start flying again, only to find myself on a bus with a group of people (a musical group or band of sorts) and we were supposed to be on a trip visiting someplace.  I remember I had no clothes packed with me (so it told me I wasn’t planning on being here), and we are on this bus in a parking lot outside of a retail store.  The bus is not broken down, but there is some problem going on where we have to wait on the bus while others are inside the store getting supplies.  This is loud rowdy group of people, and as I walk to the front of the bus, I see a huge wave of water that starts coming out of the store!  I think, ‘wow, there must have been a water main break and that’s why they told us not to use the water!’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene transitioned back to my living room, only this time, I’m still out of body and heading for the side door.  It’s difficult to move, but I notice that there is water all around me! It’s not deep, only up to my knees and I decide to just dive in and swim!  I find it much easier to move now in the water, using my arms to move out the door and to the side yard.  There is water everywhere, and I’m enjoying the fun of swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a big fish in the water swimming ahead of me, thinking the water must be rather dirty to be swimming in, but then looked around and was amazed to see it was kept so clean and clear!  I’m thinking that my dog Buddy would have loved to play in this water with me, and that makes me realize I can look for him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to my left, on the ledge over the water, I am aware of two dogs.  The first, bigger dog is an unfamiliar huge chocolate colored curly haired dog that makes me think he is bringing the other dog to me, who has to be Buddy! There is a flash of ‘dark’ light, and the next I knew I was being nuzzled and licked by a very happy Buddy who is doing his usual little ‘happy dance’ and snorting that SO confirmed to me it was him! It was a VERY brief encounter, and my feeling at this time was that it was still ‘early’ in his new role for him to stay much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this experience seemed to have a lot of ‘dream imagery’ with multiple exits and scenes that may seem confusing, I am very happy to know that there was an absolute confirmation for me that my Buddy lives on and is happy and content living on the other side where I know I’ll see him again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-4303533141452350381?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/4303533141452350381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=4303533141452350381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4303533141452350381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4303533141452350381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/08/128-seeing-buddy-again-dream-image.html' title='128) Seeing Buddy again; Dream image transitions'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7618098792375639299</id><published>2010-07-22T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:40:06.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>127) Spontaneous OBE with learned signals</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems my experiences are definitely on the upswing for now! I'm  sharing what happened just this am...seems like I'm 'geared' now to take even simple 'dreams' and convert them to OOBs when I have the time and make the effort!  This caught me off guard, as I had no plans on doing so! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/22/10  8a -9a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience was unusual as it was a ‘spontaneous’ OOB that happened this am as I had the luxury of lying in bed for a bit later than usual and just ‘drifting off’ after my initial waking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a ‘dream conversion’ OBE, short as it was, as I had had no intention or plans for getting OOB.   This was an interesting experiment, in hindsight, to see how well I have learned to become ‘lucid’ within a dream to take control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with my wading through water, flooded areas (we just had a ton of rain here and I’m sure the video I saw on the news last night brought up this memory).   I was in the back fields by home with my brother, and found myself nearly knee deep in water in my good jeans and shoes! (Amazing I could even recall exactly what I was wearing! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems arose when I realized I was sinking into the muck and mud underneath, like a quick sand effect.  Despite my brother being there (as we are not on good terms right now), I did not want to ask him for help, so looked for help elsewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a small patch of dry land with grass, and with much effort, pulled myself free from the enveloping muddy waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the scene quickly transitioned to my driving a car over a bridge at dusk, knowing more water was underneath me.  I remember looking up and seeing a small fish ‘swimming’ ABOVE me over the side of the bridge!!  THAT was definitely a signal, as I became very lucid, realizing that I couldn’t possibly be really awake and seeing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now continuing to drive the car, knowing I’m likely dreaming, and wondering where am I going? What am I doing? but just not really sure.   It’s a very curvy road and I know that if I am NOT OOB, then this could be dangerous.   However, armed with that small degree of ‘doubt’, I just took the chance and moved out of the car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, instead of finding myself OOB, I see I am only able to hang out of the car window as it continues to drive! So I decide I AM really OOB, and take advantage of trying some acrobatics while seated on the car!   lol   I can still remember leaning way over the side, with leg in air and head hanging off the car, absolutely having some fun!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;This convinced me I was near OOB and realizing I had to get fully out, so I affirm “to the door! to the door!”  but then think that’s strange to say here, as I’m already ‘outdoors’!  So I remember that I have to ‘roll out’ of body first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things still just ‘felt different’ and I was confused as to what was going on.  (Later I realize it likely had to do with the fact that I had not planned on this OOB experience and I was not in my usual position on the couch, but lying in my bed upstairs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being in my usual spot, I couldn’t figure out how to move or roll out! I rolled to the left, as I always do on the couch, but this time I was unable to move away once out! This confusion as to my new location on the bed next to my body gave me enough confusion to pull back to awareness and awaken fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I’ll be better prepared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7618098792375639299?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7618098792375639299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7618098792375639299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7618098792375639299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7618098792375639299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/07/127-spontaneous-obe-with-learned.html' title='127) Spontaneous OBE with learned signals'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-152137275637055367</id><published>2010-07-18T22:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:05:19.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>126) Tagging, Doubt signal; Medical MD; Bridge bombing; Mirror</title><content type='html'>7.18.10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a series of OOB exits and experiences, with one exceptionally long and detailed with many activities.  However, as per usual, when pulling back to awareness, you are not able to perceive or incorporate many of these details into the physical conscious mind for proper interpretation, IMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I was able to ‘tag’ a few events and have enough memories of some activities that I shall share here with you.  In looking at the length of this post, I’m thinking the readers may be glad I didn’t remember many more details! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just a reminder, ‘tagging’ of events is what I do to try to retain as much detail as I can while within the OOB as I’m beginning to pull back.  I give a one word tag to various events, and as I pull back, repeat these tags over and over in my mind until I can find myself full aware and able to record the event.  The tags allow me to ‘fade back’ into the experience once the recorder is on, and I can recall a few more specific details.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first ‘experience’ was a short one, as I am lying on my ‘traveling couch’ in the living room, thinking I’m still wide awake and doing my induction sequences.  I hear someone walk into the living room from the bedroom hallway, thinking, “Oh great, my husband is up and I’ll have to get up now.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, past experience has taught me well that despite the absolute ‘knowing’ that I hear these steps, I ‘fake’ sleep and continue on.  I was not disappointed, as the steps continued over to me as I lie on the couch, then wrap their arms around me and lie on top so that I feel their hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inititally, I had no clue who this could be, as I felt it to be a grown adult, but when she started talking I knew it was my daughter. (Who is currently living 3000 miles from me and still what I consider a young adult!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says something about “32” or “42” and that “I still don’t know what I want to do” and then a ‘I love you!”  I sent love back to her as I felt her fade away.  I awoke fully and recorded this, thinking that this may be a reference to our conversation on the phone a few days ago, and very glad I didn’t awaken myself when hearing the footsteps I felt sure were ‘real’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled back in, and once again after a short while, found myself driving my car on a road near my home, heading home.  (You may remember that the ‘car’ is a frequent ‘signal’ for me to know it’s time to get OOB – and it’s a good analogy actually as your physical body is merely the ‘vehicle’ for your consciousness!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become ‘aware’ that I’m driving while dreaming, I’ll share a little key element that I use.  Any time I am driving, whether in ‘physical’ or dreams, I ask myself, “Is this real?”  Now, everyone knows that WITHOUT A DOUBT you are driving your car when you are doing it in the physical.  I take note of my ‘reality’ many times as I drive to work, feeling the steering wheel, hearing the noises, and feeling the ‘solidness’ of my being, even looking at my hands to see how they look.  I KNOW I am in physical, and there is NO doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have learned to do this as I drive in the dreams as well, BECAUSE I do it so often as I drive here in physical!  So this time, I’m driving my car, and I have that ‘little tiny’ doubt that I just ‘might be’ dreaming, and armed with this knowledge, I now KNOW I can ‘take off’ into an OBE!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another forum, I read that  looking at your hands can give you the signal that you are dreaming, because there will be a ‘change’ in appearance that you will ‘question’.  The key is that if there is ANY degree of doubt, take off and fly!!  This goes for any ‘signal’ you have while dreaming, because when in physical, you are certain of your status, but while getting OOB, the smallest ‘doubt’ or ‘unusual’ event can trigger your awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this particular exit, I also was given a ‘signal’ to give me this ‘doubt’ when I saw an elderly gentleman animatedly talking on a cell phone on the side of the road as I drove past.  I recall thinking, “that’s unusual to see such an old man using a cell phone” which immediately clicked in my mind that something was ‘different’. Seeing I was driving, and then having that ‘doubt’ as to whether I really was, was enough for me to just ‘take off’ and move up and out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I let go of the wheel as I pull back and feel the wonderful freedom of flying OOB! It’s been a long time since I have done so, and I remember enjoying it SO much!  I could see tall buildings in the distance, and was just having so much fun floating and bobbing…but I was aware enough to know that I had to do something ‘constructive’ while out, but also remember saying, “Oh, just a few more minutes of this, please!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next recollection was that I was back on the couch, but ready to ‘roll out’.  I am not sure how I knew this, but I just didn’t think about it and rolled. As I’m rolling out, I think again, “just how am I going to know for sure that I’m really out?” and with that, found myself on the floor, on my hands and knees, feeling the coolness of the wooden floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I KNOW I’m OOB, and start to move away, but it’s so difficult! I can’t seem to fight the tugging sensation that wants me back in body!  I pull and pull, without even remembering that my usual “to the door!” affirmation is what works.  Finally, I pull hard enough to get to the side of the couch, and realizing I wasn’t going to go further this way, figured, “oh well, I’ll just go ‘inward now!’ to try to move.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I intended ‘inward now!’, I spun a little and then felt the floor disappear beneath my hands and became encompassed within total blackness. I felt a floating sensation, and then found myself fading back on the couch to full awareness.  I was disappointed that I didn’t go anywhere, but very happy that I was able to get out in the ‘near physical’ once again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, after recording, I try to get back into the same mind frame with my induction visualizations, this time impressing my memory with the need to use “to the door!” if I am successful..  While I’m doing so, I think I’m still awake when I hear the side door open and my brother walking in (which he often does in physical) and hollering for me, not knowing I’m ‘sleeping’ nearby on the couch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounded SO authentic, as he has done many times, but this time, I decided I’d just ‘pretend’ to be asleep because there was the little tiny degree of ‘doubt’ in my mind as to whether this was real or not.  I figured if it was ‘real’, then I’d know for sure in just a few moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t respond to him walking about the room and talking to me, and I recall him saying, “Wow, she must really be deeply asleep because she’s not responding!” Funny thing is, I felt I WAS awake and just wanted to ‘pretend’ for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, as he faded away, somehow I knew that I was ready to get out of body.  THIS time I rolled off the couch and when I felt that same tugging, I remembered that pulling doesn’t work and so I turned around with my back to the side door and affirmed, “to the door!” over and over again, remembering my learning from earlier exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m moving backward, quickly, toward the door and am thinking, “when will I get there?”  My answer was given as I felt the change as I passed through the wall and into a more ‘open’ and lighter environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of the very long OOB experience that seemed to go on forever.  During the different events, I remember thinking, “if I keep going, I’m not going to remember it all!”  But a few tagged events are recalled here, and most of them relate to different areas of concern that I am currently encountering in my physical life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a building with many rooms, and in each room I went in, met different people and encountered different events.  One room had a doctor there with a male patient, who appeared to have a ‘bump’ on his nose that was about to be removed.  A female was sitting at the side of the patient, with a feeling that she was there more for the doctor’s entertainment than the patient’s welfare.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved next to the patient, and the doctor made a remark about ‘oh, I have another one here’ as if he wanted to show off his work.  I was appalled when the doctor then talked about how it was this particular patient’s misfortune to need so many surgeries on his skin, yet how happy he was that it paid for all his children’s school tuition!  I was upset because I felt he was doing this only for his own benefit, not the welfare of the patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another event shortly afterward with some unusual events occurring.  Keeping with this medical theme, the next I recall was two men (terrorists) who were remarking how easy it is to get into the American medical schools when you are a foreigner.  They both were working to set up a tank on this bridge so that it’d shoot directly across.  But first, they had to destroy the bridge by placing a bomb on a part they had separated, and then jump back to the piece of bridge with the tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bomb went off too soon, the tank was unable to keep afloat, and I recall seeing the two men and tank immersed in the water.  I remember they had been making fun of the Americans because of how easy it was being a foreigner and taking shortcuts.  However, the lesson was that it was because they did not do it the ‘American’ way with the safety checks, that the bomb backfired and they were now getting hurt being in water that was ‘electrically’ charged.&lt;br /&gt;A few bits I recall after this scene involved two American officers, each blaming each other for this event.  One said that ‘they told to me to watch for this, and I didn’t’ and the other officer was feeling bad saying ‘no, I should have seen it coming’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of my moves to a room, I recall walking down a hallway and seeing a good friend, Lisa, from my previous work. (She is still in physical body).  She was her usual laughing and bubbly self, and I was so happy to see her there!  I asked how she was, and as she answered, she told me something I said I had to make note of to remember.  But, I have no idea what it was as it was lost in the myriad of experiences here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one last experience in a different room that was ‘tagged’ to be remembered as I felt it was something I needed to write about.  (I can actually remember while in this room that I needed to remember this one, so ‘tagged’ it with a few words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a smaller room, and in looking around, saw that it was piled high and cluttered with lots of miscellaneous stuff, including various costumes and general ‘junk’.  I felt it to be ‘my room’ of sorts, and in looking around, found a small mirror on the wall – like those small somewhat distorted locker mirrors you can get.  The glass was definitely not clear, but clouded a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw it, I remembered that I had read where others have wondered what happens when you are OOB and look into one.  Thinking this would be a great experience to write up, I went over to the mirror and looked at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing no reflection, I said, ‘oh, well that’s interesting, I guess you don’t see anything!’ but then just as I said that, my face appeared.  Only my face was distorted, with white wavy “runny” lines around the eyes, and a multitude of ‘spots’ on my face.  Noticing my hair was very short in the mirror, I said, ‘oh, that can’t be me because my hair is longer.’  As I said this, my hair in the mirror grew longer, fuller, and thicker each time I glanced at it, and my face began to clear up.  I thought, ‘well now, that looks like me and my hair…just look how I can do that!’ amazed at the transformation I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m beginning to pull back to consciousness, with the fading transition process that I am well used to.  Many times this is where I have my ‘false awakenings’, somehow knowing that I’m not fully awake to record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, because I had just had a discussion with someone about the different ‘layering’ of astral realms, I was aware enough to remember that I need to take note of my ‘pull back’ to see what, if any, differences there was in the layers as I become more ‘conscious’.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could take note of was that each time I got ‘lighter’ I lost more information about the OBE!  The more awake, the more I lost and I felt no real difference between the different ‘layers’ except with my memory recall.  This time there was no ‘false awakening’ and so I could not see if that ‘felt’ different than what I experienced here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire experience was over the course of two hours, but it felt SO much longer!  There was so much I did, and so much I lost in recall.  Thankfully, my ‘tagging’ worked enough to get this much out and I’m hoping I didn’t lose anyone with such a long post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-152137275637055367?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/152137275637055367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=152137275637055367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/152137275637055367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/152137275637055367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/07/126-tagging-doubt-signal-medical-md.html' title='126) Tagging, Doubt signal; Medical MD; Bridge bombing; Mirror'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3263005435575486624</id><published>2010-07-10T20:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:57:47.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>125) Bits of OOBEs - Crossing over, meeting up, tower view</title><content type='html'>It has been a few weeks since I’ve been able to have a ‘good’ OBE in the sense that it’s one I can share in any type of story.  It seems that last few OOBE have been so ‘deep’ that the memories are more disjointed and haphazard, and upon waking, so fast to disappear that I do not have the ability to recall much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One experience I had recently was one I have had before, so I will share with you what I remember.  I was in that ‘half-asleep’ stage, one where I know I am ‘sleeping’ yet aware that something is going on.  I hear this very loud roar, and this time it was accompanied by a sudden all encompassing ‘blackness’.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feeling at this time was as if I was in a car as it was being washed away in a mudslide! It was sudden and felt like an ‘ending’ of some kind, and it was my peaceful acceptance that I was transitioning to the ‘other side’ that I remember the most.  I was not fearful nor upset in any way, almost as I knew if this was to be the ‘end’ of my physical existence.  In thinking about this, I believe my OOB experiences have given me  such a firm belief in the existence of our ‘selves’ after physical death, that even if I find myself ‘transitioning’, whether in dream state or for real, I have absolutely no fear.  That is such a powerful feeling to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another recent OBE was very deep and I have only glimpses of recall that don’t make a lot of sense.  What I recorded was that it started by talking with someone who had discovered a ‘hole’ in the earth, one that led to a cave-like labyrinth underground.  I remember peering into the very deep hole, seeing the different types of ‘rock formations’ and talking with those there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next memory is of a man who was not careful by the hole and proceeded to fall in! Thankfully I was able to grasp his arm and bring him back up to solid ground. The next recall was the group of us in the car and there was something unusual that happened in the car that made me become aware that I was OOB.  I took off, and remember one male ‘guide’ stayed with me the entire time.  Only memories I have are of being in a ‘courtyard’ of sorts, and the medieval type dress that the men were wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only ‘control’ I remember having was flying up toward the big beautiful moon, knowing I’d like to meet a friend who also loved astronomy, and with a sudden but huge flash of light, knew he was there with me! It lasted very briefly, yet was profound enough to KNOW that it was him!  (Correlating later found that my friend also had a ‘hypnogogic’ image of my eyes looking back at him while he was in a meditative mindstate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very end of this disjointed experience, I recall walking around a ‘flea market’ of some kind, where items are being sold that people no long want to have.  A few women came up to me, and gave me some green color trinkets which I appreciated, but then gave them away to another who needed it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was another ‘deep’ experience, IMO, due to the transition back to wakeful consciousness having many ‘levels’.  Each time I moved ‘back’ toward wakefulness, I would attempt to record my experiences, but somehow knew I was not ‘awake enough’ to be physically doing it.  This happened at least three times before I found myself fully awake enough to actually record this.  Each time I ‘thought’ I was recording, more and more memories were lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last OBE was just recently, and again, I knew I was out of body, but wasn’t able to fully control my actions.  I was in a 'half-sleep' state, as I could still hear outdoor sounds from the window, when I found myself ‘lifting’ up a tower of some sort.  At one point, I became aware my daughter was with me as I was lifting!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a totally different exit, but I KNEW I was out!!  My daughter and I moved up high from the room we were in, holding hands, and found ourselves exiting at the top of a 'tower' like structure.  I had wanted to 'show her' something beautiful, and at the very top, she became frightened because we were up so high.  We were overlooking a BEAUTIFUL shimmering landscape - I can still recall the lake, rolling hills, and so many vibrant colors!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ease her fears of going too high, I held onto the 'railing' at the top of the tower to show her we would not go any higher as my other hand still held her.  She was amazed at the beauty, as was I...and even more amazing for me, I was astounded at the 360 degree vision I had!! I could see ALL around me without moving or turning!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience happened very quickly, and all at once...and I recall I returned to body differently too, with this long falling sensation before transitioning to full awareness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3263005435575486624?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3263005435575486624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3263005435575486624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3263005435575486624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3263005435575486624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/07/125-bits-of-oobes-crossing-over-meeting.html' title='125) Bits of OOBEs - Crossing over, meeting up, tower view'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7789453424023081338</id><published>2010-06-13T18:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:33:07.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>124) Into the Earth again; Possible picnic/swimming retrieval</title><content type='html'>June 13, 2010  5:30am – 6:15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my 'traveling couch', I became aware of noises like the TV was on in the living room where I was lying, and knew this to be my usual signal that I was about to get OOB.  As I think this, I hear someone coming into the room and to the couch where I am lying to give me a hug.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the ‘energy’ of this hug more than a physical touch, and am now aware it’s my daughter (who is not here in the house at this time).  As she hugs me, she states, “Pretty people!” (?)  and starts to walk back toward her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll out of body and wanted to follow her, so I shouted her name, but as I moved out, I floated up toward the ceiling and realized my vision was SO clear!! I could see perfectly out my front window and so wanted to go out!  So I shouted again to my daughter, “I’m going to take off for a little bit!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating up, I actually bumped into the ceiling and at that point realized I wasn’t going to go out that way.  Determined to get out, I thought if I can’t go up, I’ll go down!  So I affirmed ‘into the Earth!” to try to get out that way!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I remembered Rosalind McKnight had done this on her travels with Robert Monroe and I had done this one other time (see my blog &lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2007/10/into-earth.html"&gt;post #24&lt;/a&gt; ).  However, that time upon getting into the Earth very deep, I started panicking a bit and transitioned quickly.  This time I felt confident I could do it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started moving down into the floor, seeing my basement and then into the earth.  It was total darkness, a pure 3D blackness with a sense of movement that became more apparent as I saw tiny specks white ‘sparkles’ whizzing past me (rather like moving through space with the stars!) I even remember doing a one armed superman pose as I flew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’m watching these sparkles, they became more of an organized pattern to them, and eventually became beautiful patterns of ‘lace-like’ structures that formed more complete ‘lace-like’ structures! It was just so beautiful to see these patterns, and I tried to take note of their specific pattern to remember the details, but all I recorded was, “it’s just like small pieces of perfect lace (coming at me with the sense of movement) with swirling and fleur-de-lis (swan?) patterns that create a larger more perfect ‘lace’ type structure!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next memory was of feeling intense ‘heat’ and knowing I was ‘within the Earth’.  I realized that the last time I was here I felt fear and returned.  This time I clearly remember thinking, “I’m safe, I’m OOB and I can’t get hurt!”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat built to a point where now I felt an INTENSE ‘magnetic-type’ energy sensation, as if inside a huge magnetron (don’t ask me how I ‘knew’ this but that’s what I thought at the time!)    I then realized if I’m inside the Earth, it must be due to the iron core.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whether this is even possible, I don’t know, but I’m sharing my thoughts at the time)  The all encompassing tense tight sensation nearly paralyzed me as I stopped moving.  I was not afraid, but I did not know what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next recall was in a room, bouncing around from one wall to the other, having fun, and thinking that this ‘magnetism’ somehow allowed me to bounce around like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This room was felt to be my bedroom, but nothing like it is in real life.   The radio was playing next to the bed, but I knew it wasn’t supposed to be on.  This ‘signal’ told me that I was still OOB, and to prove it, I reached over and touched it, and it turned off!  I said, “darn! I just woke myself up “(which in reality I still wasn’t awake!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Details exactly what happened in the room are few, but I do know there were people there I was talking to, and at some point, I remembered it was the same young mother from the next scene, as I was trying to convince her it was ok to leave to go swimming with the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next memory was now outside on a picnic with these same people, this time I recall it was a mother,  2-3  young children (two boys at least) and their grandmother.  They are sitting at the picnic table, and I’m telling them again it’s ok to go to the pool and swim, but they indicated “they didn’t want supervision”(?).  The boys now were all sticky and dirty from some ice cream and chocolate syrup they just ate, and I thought this would be the best time to convince them to go swimming, as it would help ‘clean up’ the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They eventually left, and now I’m sitting at picnic table trying to record what I remembered, but still aware I was OOB!  However, at least I this time I knew it wasn’t going to record since I’m still out and just laid the recorder on the table, giving up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved away, looking back at the empty picnic table, and feeling confident that everyone had left the area.  I then transitioned to full wakefulness, knowing NOW I could record what little details I could remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In hindsight, I am not sure if this was another retrieval or not, but I did feel compelled to convince these people that they had to move to another area and felt happy when they did!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7789453424023081338?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7789453424023081338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7789453424023081338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7789453424023081338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7789453424023081338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/06/124-into-earth-again-possible.html' title='124) Into the Earth again; Possible picnic/swimming retrieval'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-6504954954209266800</id><published>2010-05-31T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T11:33:00.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>123) Exiting awareness; Possible retrieval with fire</title><content type='html'>5/31/10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a few weeks since I have had the time and intent to get out of body. It is not because I didn’t want to, but physical life issues and events take precedence at all times and when you need to focus on THIS life, then the OOB life must take a step back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that life here is now settling down, and going well. I have been in contact recently with a few people who have shared their own OOB experiences and have asked questions, and this, in combination with my reaffirmed intent to begin OBEs again, I was successful in getting out this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a different approach this time, moving to another bedroom after a few hours of sleep instead of my usual ‘traveling couch’ in the living room. I can remember thinking that I may have a more difficult time getting ‘to the door!’ and outside as I would have to travel down a long hallway and navigate through other rooms. This concern carried through into my OBE, as once I did get out, I fully remembered that I had to move a different way to get outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using my usual technique of white light protection, affirmations, and energy movement visualizations, I felt I was having difficulty getting into the right frame of mind, because I felt so wide awake all the time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just relaxed, and let go….and it was then that I heard what I thought was someone in the hallway outside the room. It was odd noises, and then a voice of a relative that I KNEW could not really be in my house! My first instinct was to ‘wake’ and see what’s going on, but then when I realized that this was likely a ‘signal’ I was ready, I ‘let go’ again and willed the vibrations to begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt soft vibrations, and then made them stronger with intent. Knowing I was nearly ready to separate because I had ‘heard’ those noises as a signal, I then just took the initiative and sat up! I felt heavy, and lots of pulling, but persisted knowing I could do this and rolled out of bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I was standing next to my bed, fully alert and awake!! My mind was SO very clear in my thinking process, that I remembered I was in a new room and would need to navigate a bit more to get outdoors. (Why I didn’t think to just go through the wall, I don’t know!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I moved to the bedroom door, it was very dark. I affirmed “vision now!” (a new one for me, as I usually used “clarity now!”) and it worked perfectly!! I could see the way out, and moved down the long hallway to the living room where I could see flickering as if the TV was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it wasn’t really on, and as I neared the living room, it all became dark again. Once again, I affirmed, “Vision now!” and like a lightbulb, my vision was clear. I moved quickly to the front door, knowing SOMEone was in the living room, but my focus was on getting outside as quickly as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once outdoors, I began flying…as I SO enjoy that sensation! This time, however, it was not the fast zooming and flipping as I used to do, but a slow methodical movement where I was able to truly enjoy the sensation and views. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I flew, I remember seeing residences and neighborhood that were not familiar to my own area. At one point, I want to feel that ‘freefall’ sensation, and just opened my arms to slowly fall freely to the earth. Once down on the earth, I saw a tall pine tree and gently floated up to the very top where I could see the pointed tip. It was just so much fun to be so relaxed and comfortable flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know there was more to this experience than what I remember. A few points I do recall was one when I was flying over some electrical or telephone wires – a set of 5 or 6 of them in a group. As I flew over, I could ‘feel’ a static-type buzzing below me that emanated from them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, I recall getting out of a car (someone was in the car with me, but no recall as to why or what we did), and as I did, a little dog (similar to a Cairn Terrier) came running up to me. She was so happy, jumping up on me and I recall saying, “Hello, girl! How are you?!” at the same time wondering how I knew it was a female dog! (I never had a dog like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recall meeting another larger dog during this OOB experience, laughing and playing with him and just enjoying it all, but do not know where it fits within the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that I do remember was the ending of the experience, likely because that was where the memories are the strongest. I entered a room where there was a little girl sitting at a table. She appeared to be a light-skinned black girl less than 5 years old with very, very thin grey (?) hair, very small, as if chronically ill or malnourished. I feel intense sadness associated with her, as if she was so lonely and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to talk with her, and as I got closer, another older female came into the room, a motherly feeling to her. I do not know why they were there, but I knew they had to get out of that room. An older child was just off to my right, but did not interact with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I saw ‘smoke’ coming from a corner of the room, and told the mother, “look! There’s smoke! It could be a fire!” and got no response. Getting closer, I was able to now see actual flames starting to burn through the grated area below the smoke, and took control of the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the mother, “It IS a fire! Take the baby and go, now!! Get out!!” giving her no option but to quickly gather the child and run out of the room to what looked to be a large parking lot area. The baby is crying, and I can see she is sickly and needs care. I shout for someone to bring them blankets, and that was when all the help arrived. People were coming from all over to help them, and my last recall was watching the family as they were enveloped with those who would provide for them. I faded to full wakefulness at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this a ‘retrieval’ of some kind? I don’t know. But I do know that I totally enjoyed being out of body once again, this time in a more relaxed enjoyable manner. I am still amazed that I have such clarity of mind when doing this, feeling as if I am truly ‘awake’ and participating in another life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-6504954954209266800?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/6504954954209266800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=6504954954209266800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6504954954209266800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/6504954954209266800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/05/123-exiting-awareness-possible.html' title='123) Exiting awareness; Possible retrieval with fire'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7373310427859237333</id><published>2010-05-09T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:06:32.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>122) Close to physical with help, Face tingles</title><content type='html'>April 22, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experience is a bit disjointed as I only have pieces of recall that I attempted to put together into some sort of sequence.  I know I did all these things and so much more, but honestly I cannot recall much of what or when it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first became aware of my ‘floating’ parts of my body which was my usual signal that I was ready to exit.  I was VERY aware in the sense that I ‘felt’ awake and conscious, despite the floating sensation.  Figuring I’ll just ‘go with it’, I attempted to roll out and exit, finding if very difficult to do! There was a lot of pulling and tugging required, but with some effort found myself out and moving to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway across the room, I remember I wanted to do something special, but couldn’t recall what it was! So I just decided to affirm ‘to the door!’ but then couldn’t decide which door I wanted! (Both the front door and side door have been different exit points for me).  I moved to the side door (which was just a bit farther away) but then found I couldn’t move!  Standing next to the window, I decided I’d just ditch out the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt SO very aware and conscious, everything was so crystal clear and in proper ‘physical’ form and it was actually a different sensation than I was used to.  Knowing I was ‘out’, I just moved into the wall slowly by the window, but surprisingly found it hard to get through!  I even remember thinking, "wow, I hope I don’t get stuck between the walls" – knowing full well that I wouldn’t!  But the clear conscious thinking was just amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the ground outside below where I was exiting and remember in order to get fully out, I had to ‘imagine’ I was ‘freefalling’ to the grass below, trusting the knowledge that I couldn’t get hurt falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell, floating gently, and then was surprised to distinctly FEEL the grass tickling my face as I lay face down on the earth!  I was so ‘heavy’ to move and then ‘felt’ someone nearby mentally talking to me.  I feel arms around my waist and now begin moving again, happy to have some company to help me go where I wanted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember wanting to zoom up to the trees, but couldn’t – yet I was moving places with this ‘person’ (my feeling – my guide) assisting me.  I could hear my own voice clearly communicating with him/her (there was a non-gender feeling) and their answers, but have no idea what we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I could hear music in the background, like a radio playing as we entered one area, and I remember asking if we could ‘change the station’ as I didn’t care for the type of music that was playing!  Later one song I remember hearing, after the ‘station change’, was Uptown Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One request I had was to try to zoom to the moon again, as I have had in the past, and felt the fast backward tunnel movementknowing I should be seeing something like stars, but didn’t.  It felt like I wasn’t really getting anywhere, but there was the definite sensation of movement.  The other memory I have is of floating and the opening vision of beautiful countryside, and then that of a light brown stone dam surrounded by other stone architecture.  I have no idea where or what this was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memory I recall was ‘playing’ with those arms that encircled my waist for this entire experience, feeling them, moving them, and trying to tell him/her what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last memory is the feeling of slight waking, finding myself on the couch (as I was), and begging to continue to do more.  I could feel buzzing, and willed the vibrations to increase as I didn’t want the experience to end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sensed those hands again, this time in front of my face, doing something (rubbing them together?) before they proceeded to touch my forehead and trace down my face to my cheeks and chin.  I felt SUCH a good ‘tingle’ vibration after that, and again, a second time the hands rubbed together (?), and touched my face from forehead to chin, giving me a wonderful tingling sensation that felt SO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I awoke fully, but as always, those elusive memories with the specific details were lost.  I so wish I could put what I ‘felt’ into words, but this is the best I can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7373310427859237333?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7373310427859237333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7373310427859237333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7373310427859237333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7373310427859237333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/05/122-close-to-physical-with-help-face.html' title='122) Close to physical with help, Face tingles'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3339799611091080271</id><published>2010-04-12T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:31:37.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>121) Long &amp; Deep, Former Pets, Little Girl, Guide</title><content type='html'>This OBE was rather limited in recall due to the length of ‘time’ I was out!  I even remembered thinking while out of body, if I don’t stop this now, I will not be able to recall all the details so far!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMO, it’s not really a matter of ‘time’ as we know it, but a matter of ‘depth of experiences’ that measures how ‘long’ you are out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, regardless of the fact that I may not be able to write much, I made the conscious decision to continue on, probably because I have had such limited OOB excursions lately that I really wanted to stay out!  When faced with such a decision while out of body, I hope my readers don’t mind that I chose to limit their quality of learning this time…lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, though, that this was another very ‘deep’ experience, as I can tell its depth by the degree of difficulty I have ‘pulling out’ of the experience.  The ‘deeper’ I am, the more difficult it is to bring back cohesive memories that ‘fit’ according to our physical dimension beliefs.  There will be events and actions that made perfect sense in the astral, yet when you try to bring them back to this physical thinking, it is interpreted as ‘non-sense’ or even rejected by the conscious mind because it doesn’t fit the usual patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this because of the few bits of recall I have as I try to ‘pull’ these memories back with me as I awaken.  With the ‘false awakenings’ I have, the ones where I think I AM recording already yet am not, tell me these memories may not even be meant to be brought back.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this long OBE, I have great recall of the end where two times I thought I was recording, only to realize that the recorder was in pieces and unable to be used!  This same ‘event’ has happened SO frequently that it is now a signal for me that if I find my recorder broken, I am NOT fully awake and need to pull up more!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I try to pull up more, I lose more and more recall! It is rather frustrating at times!  I hold the recorder, and can still ‘feel’ those memories but cannot put it into words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were some recall of events, and those I will gladly share.  The first time I became aware of vibrations, I was more ‘awake’ than usual, and became excited to think that I was indeed going to get out! However, with this excitement, I felt the vibrations shut down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried again, and found myself ‘awake’, lying on the couch, with animals now coming up to the side of the couch.  I was surprised to feel a cat jump on me, and walk down and around my body, but then ‘knew’ it was one of the cats I had had many years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing noises, I looked to my left and there in my living room were two dogs that I have known either through my childhood or young adult life.  I was thrilled to see my beautiful brindle lab mix, Buddy (my first Buddy) that disappeared years ago and I never knew what happened to him.  Next to him was the cocker spaniel, Jingles, shaking his head and flopping his ears as he always did! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe there were others there, but my attention was drawn to my feet, where once again something was ‘clamping down’ on my toes!  I was aware of what it was at the time, but my recall only gave me the word ‘Polly pet’ or something like that and with the intensity of the toe-hold, my memories tell me it felt like they were being held in a bird’s beak!  I have no idea who or what this was, but it took a bit of effort to convince ‘it’ to let go, and I was much relieved when it finally did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next recall was of being out and realizing someone was holding both my hands in front.  I could see no one, yet distinctly felt the small hands.  I asked, ‘who’s there?’ and was surprised to hear a young girl’s voice answering me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recall her words, or what we talked about, but the memory of twirling her around, having fun and laughing remains with me!  The only other bit of this experience I recorded was the memory of hearing her say, “Oh look! It’s (name)!” I cannot recall her name, or the name of whom she saw, but upon realizing she could ‘see’ someone else, I knew I had to hand her over. I said, “I guess you’d better go then” and handed her over to this other person that was now visible to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I recorded a few things that don’t quite make sense about this, but thankfully, as I recorded what I ‘saw’, I also interpreted what I felt that helps makes more sense now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said she started out as an ‘infant’, and remember thinking ‘she’s so young she doesn’t know she has passed’….yet as I played with her, she became older, maybe around 3 years old.  I recorded my impression that she was so used to be neglected that she remained an ‘infant’ in her mind, and that’s why when I paid attention to her, she became more normal size as she truly would be for her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memory was of trying to get out of the house, pulling and tugging hard to move to the window.  I can still recall the difficulty I had trying to pass through the window – knowing I was OOB and could do it, yet having difficulty with the wall portion of the window.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half my body was hanging outside as it passed easily through the glass portion, yet my lower half was having problems getting through the wall!  I remember feeling the ‘coolness’ in the change of air as I exited finally….and then took off flying again!  The only memory I have of the flying is looking down, seeing my dog Buddy following me on the ground and wondering why he’s not up here with me as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last memory I recorded was the fact that I remembered to ask, ‘where’s my guide?’ as I had affirmed before bed that I wanted to meet with him again.  As I was standing OOB in my living room, I looked across the room to see him happily sitting by the fireplace, smiling back at me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t ask or go near him as I felt by his ‘smirky’ smile that once again, as I had asked prior to this incarnation that I not have much help from them that he was gently reminding me he was here with me but was not going to intervene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3339799611091080271?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3339799611091080271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3339799611091080271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3339799611091080271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3339799611091080271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/04/121-long-deep-former-pets-little-girl.html' title='121) Long &amp; Deep, Former Pets, Little Girl, Guide'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-3013708455034503652</id><published>2010-04-04T15:10:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:51:52.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>120) Questions and Answers</title><content type='html'>Since my travels are more limited and not sufficient to post here, I thought I'd share some good questions I responded to from a follower in an email. I figure if one person has these questions, then there has to be at least a few more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I'm happy to share my thoughts, and I want to be sure that anyone with other questions or comments feels free to email me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) First off, do you think OBE's are different than lucid dreaming? Can you really explore physical things? Like have you ever tested it with a friend or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, good question...and in MY opinion, there ISN'T much of a difference!!  Yes, the 'lucid dreams' are generally tagged as such because you have become 'aware' within them but find yourself in strange places....and hence the OBEs are felt to such because of the familiarity of your surroundings.   To me, just the fact that you are now 'aware' of this altered state (dreaming, as your mind wants to call it) is enough for you to learn to take control and move/alter it into something that you can validate as an OBE.  The hardest part is becoming 'lucid', but once you do that, then you know that you are 'thinking' just as you would be if awake, so you can now 'think' yourself into the OOB state!  (tough to explain, but I hope you understand).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'physical things' you explore are always 'creations' of your mind, and in the astral, everything is 'thought created'....therefore, since you are familiar with certain 'physical' things, you will interact with them at times.  I believe we do this also to give us 'validation' that we are OOB, as in the beginning, we doubt everything we are doing!!  You have to learn to trust what you 'see' and feel, and that is not always easy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as for meeting with friends, there were at least two specific blog entries that I recall when I was able 'meet' physical people in the astral.  I will have to go look for those numbers at the end of this letter and let you know.  One of the blog posts was a 'must read' link on the blog, so that one will be easy to find.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) How can I hit the vibrational state easier? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a good question, as every individual will have a different method that works best for them.  Read how others do it, including my 'induction' which is posted on the blog. It will give you ideas you can try, and if you find one that works great, keep at it!  Just so you know, I didn't always get the 'vibrational' state, and still don't....it's the 'knowing' you learn to feel that tells you when it's time to 'move out'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) How do I lift after hitting that state?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you DO hit the vibrational state, don't get too excited!!! Keep calm, keep focused and let go of trying too hard!!! Imagine a floating or falling sensation....and then just take control and decide you are 'moving out'!!!! (remember, thoughts ARE things in the astral!)  Roll off to one side, and you may be astonished to see that you are standing next to your body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Can you consistently have an OBE whenever you want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, darn it....not every time...and I get disappointed when I try and nothing happens, just as you do I'm sure.  But those times that I do succeed, they make up for that disappointment every time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Do binaural waves help? Or guided meditation through like mp3? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY!! I used it constantly in the beginning, as it was a great way to learn the relaxed state you need to get OOB.  Using a timer that chimes every so often during the meditation also helps you become 'aware' and keeps your mind from falling asleep.  Using affirmations as you go in help as well, my favorite being, "my mind remains alert, as my body falls asleep".....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other suggestions to help would be to do all the reading you can on the topic!!! My favorite books were William Buhlman's two books, as well as those by Robert Monroe. Most importantly, you MUST keep a dream journal!!! In the beginning, I hand wrote everything into a hard cover notebook kept by the side of my bed, and found that the more I documented EVERY dream (not just LDs) the more of them I had!! Eventally, I could see a pattern, or theme, and was able to use certain 'signals' that I remembered were frequently in my 'dreams' to make my mind 'awaken' and become aware!  Besides, journaling and reading sets this goal as a priority in your mind, and therefore your mind will work to make it happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6) How do you use this ability once aquired, and is it worth it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...it is SO worth it to me!!!  Just the fact that I KNOW I can help others who are 'stuck' in the 'in-between' state of moving onto the light and the physical realm is so rewarding!!! (see those "must-read" blog posts!)  Then there are the times when you KNOW you are in the presence of a divine being, and their overwhelming sense of love and bliss is just so great!!!  I have also seen where my OBEs teach me new 'ideas' and help me accept certain aspects of the 'all that is' that is not easy for a physical mind to understand.  The learning that I do on the 'other side' is amazing...although I can't always physically remember it all the time, the 'feeling' you have remains with you and you KNOW it happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, for every individual, it will be different according to their own beliefs and values.  Each of us have different lessons to learn, and trusting and allowing our 'selves' and/or 'guides' to show us what we need to learn is a big part of why astral travel is so rewarding.  If nothing else, the biggest lesson I have learned is the fact that we do not 'die', just transition to a new level and continue to live and learn!  I have absolutely NO fear of 'death'!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7) This may be a touchy subject, please don't answer if it is. Do you have a personal religious belief? How do you think it coincides with astral projection?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is something that I am happy to share with you but not knowing what YOU believe, I don't want to step on any toes.  Suffice it to say that I am not one who has a 'strict religious' upbringing, although religion was introduced early in life.  It never 'fit' well with my way of understanding what 'is'....as I feel there is much erroneous 'man-made' interpretation in many religious books that was used to control the masses over the centuries.    There IS a basic underlying theme that pervades ALL the world's religions...and if you seek to understand THAT, you will have an idea of what is truth, IMO.   Astral projection is just another 'learning method' for me....just as the reading of various authors and sages over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8) Are there any dangers?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMO, there is absolutely no dangers if you BELIEVE there are no dangers!!  Yes, of course, there IS negativity and negative forces out there, but they are under YOUR control at all times!!!  It is those times that you have fears or doubts that allow the negative forces to control you....and you can see from a few of my blog posts that I have encountered the negativity, but am able to remain calm and 'send love' which immediately neutralizes ANY effect!  Darkness and negativity cannot exist within the Light of Love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, my goal is to get others to learn to do what I do....and I'm always happy to help!!  Here are the specific blog posts you can read as mentioned in the responses above (click on each topic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2009/09/111-validation-of-meeting-im-so-excited.html"&gt;Meeting someone in astral, and be sure to read 111a as well!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2009/02/97-nj-connection-father-of-five.html"&gt;A connection of images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2008/09/73-two-exits-connecting-with-g-intense.html"&gt;Meeting someone in physical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2009/01/90-rooms-of-people-inside-child-why.html"&gt;Why do I do astral travel?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-reasons-for-traveling-oob.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason for astral travel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2008/01/learning-near-physical-obe-my-technique.html"&gt;One technique of mine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-induction-method.html"&gt;My induction technique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karen659.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-recall-advice.html"&gt;Dream recall advice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-3013708455034503652?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/3013708455034503652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=3013708455034503652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3013708455034503652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/3013708455034503652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/04/120-questions-and-answers.html' title='120) Questions and Answers'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-8322067176908112478</id><published>2010-03-23T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:01:54.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>119) Fearful Hands - Preparing for Play</title><content type='html'>3/21/10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became aware of a ‘buzzing’ sensation and was excited to know that I was going to get out!  Taking the initiative, instead of rolling, I just climbed out!  I can still remember now how easy it was!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The next I knew I felt hands grabbing my ankles and it wasn’t the same ‘loving hands’ that I have felt in the past.  These were firm, ‘fearful’ hands that made me concerned at once.  I moved as if to get away, but the hands followed, moving along different part of my legs, not letting go!  I remember thinking I had to get them off – and tried to maintain calm so that I could ‘send love’.  It was difficult to do, and I kept moving about to try to shake them off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  remember ‘swatting’ at them, but to no avail – and even thinking to myself after doing this that it was a silly thing to do since I knew ‘nothing’ was there!  There was one particular time I felt very concerned when the hands moved to a more ‘private part’ of my lower body, almost as if trying to  ‘scare’ me, but I maintained control and kept moving, which kept the hands moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to get outside, so affirmed ‘to the door!’ and found myself moving that direction but with much heaviness and difficulty.  I keep pulling and tugging toward the door, knowing somehow that once outside I’d be free of these hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally outside, I was much relieved to feel the hands let go and quickly moved to ‘fly up’ to the tree tops.  I remember seeing the branches, leaves…and being so thrilled at my freedom once again!  Looking back at the door I just left, I thought I saw my husband there, and called for him to follow me knowing he probably wouldn’t as he does not fully believe in my travels.  I hindsight, I am wondering if it wasn’t my husband trying to ‘hold’ me back out of his own fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to continue on, and was so surprised to see my dog Buddy once again accompanying me!  I remember doing my happy flying flips and swoops, just enjoying the freedom and ‘realness’ of the sensations!  It’s been a long time since I was so fully ‘aware’ ….I was thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene changed and I found myself with a large group of people, all recognized as familiar friends and family gathered in a large open ‘auditorium’ type room.  I knew we were preparing for another ‘play’ and I was so enjoying seeing everyone and being with them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ‘play’ was about to start, and I knew we were ALL to be a part of it!  It was a fun, exciting feeling and I remember seeing the racks and racks of beautiful ‘gowns’ and clothing that we will have our choice of wearing for the ‘play’ as it unfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I’m there having such fun, I remember thinking that I should stop and wake to record what I’ve done so far, but the happiness and bliss I felt was so appealing that didn’t want it to end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, I hear someone come into the ‘auditorium’ to make an announcement just as the ‘show’ was about to start.  Something about ‘unexpectedly unleashed 17,000 cases of TB’ (tuberculosis)…..and they will have to be ‘bio-chemically timed to come back sooner’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to this announcement, there was no concern or sadness anywhere.  It all felt to be a ‘game’ of sorts, a ‘play’ that we all wanted to be a part of and knew we were just happy to have the chance to be there in our personally chosen ‘roles’.  There was much laughter and fun, and even knowing this unexpected ‘event’ happened, it was more of a minor ‘scene change’ that we were thrilled to be a part of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke soon after, losing my memories once again so quickly – but still ‘glowing’ in the happiness and joy I felt at being out and with my ‘old friends’!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-8322067176908112478?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/8322067176908112478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=8322067176908112478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8322067176908112478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8322067176908112478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/03/119-fearful-hands-preparing-for-play.html' title='119) Fearful Hands - Preparing for Play'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-8746900985991692145</id><published>2010-03-21T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:59:01.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Links</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I had another OBE this morning, the first in a long time again!  It felt SO good to be out!  I wasn't much, but it had some 'negativity' in it so I will write it up shortly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I want to let everyone know that if you haven't read my 'favorites' listed at the top of this blog, now there is no reason not to!! :) Thanks to Yvonne who posted a comment regarding this idea, I was able to add direct links to the numbers!! Easy to find blog posts now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! Keep me posted as to how else I can improve this for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for giving me a reason to share,&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-8746900985991692145?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/8746900985991692145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=8746900985991692145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8746900985991692145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/8746900985991692145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-links.html' title='New Links'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7842784376107791177</id><published>2010-03-02T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:50:18.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>118)  Nothing is Impossible!</title><content type='html'>2/28/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share with you an OOB experience that at the time, I didn’t realize was even an out-of-body experience!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had attempted to travel, moving to my ‘traveling couch’ after a few hours sleep as usual.  I was disappointed to wake a few times, realizing I had had a variety of ‘events’ but nothing that I could put together in a cohesive story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to sleep once again, and my first ‘recall’ of this experience was actually ‘waking’ and remembering, as I walked up the stairs to return to my bed that I was once again disappointed in not having had gone OOB!   As I walk up the stairs, I have the feeling that maybe somehow, despite my absolute certainty that I am awake, there COULD be a possibility all is not as it seems and I am really OOB! (What even gave me that idea was amazing, because I truly thought I was fully awake!)  To show myself that I AM AWAKE, I lean my shoulders against the walls and head ‘bumps’ the angular ceiling...I was thinking, oh dear,  I just CAN'T be OOB because I am awake and feeling these walls/ceilings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is truly amazing to me is that for some reason, I can’t tell you why because I don’t know! I made the decision that it's really MY BELIEF that I am NOT OOB that is keeping me feeling 'awake', and that perhaps I really was!!!  (I am thinking, in hindsight, that my thoughts over the past few weeks have been to try to understand how ALL things are possible as the sages say, and feeling it’s the tight hold we give to our ingrained beliefs and ‘physical-ness’ that keeps us from achieving that which we want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, by this time I'm at the top of the stairs, and immediately decide that despite my 'wakeful' knowingness - I was going to walk into the wall to give myself that ‘chance’ to see what my ‘physical status’ was, and to show that I am awake or OOB!!!  It was an unusual decision, as I was so certain I was awake - but I was aghast to find that I moved INTO the wall!! I remember it was difficult to pass into, but I DID!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At this point I woke (I think because I was stunned to realize I WAS OOB!), realizing in fact that I was NOT upstairs, that I don't have narrow walls such as I felt 'touching' me on the way up, and that I was still on the couch!!!!  It was just an amazing realization I had upon waking, that I was SO SO convinced I was NOT OOB,  that I was physical in every sense of the word, yet I wasn't!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What I took from this was two things.  That I firmly believe it is our beliefs and ‘closed’ mind physical upbringing to what we are told is ‘impossible’ that keeps us from attaining what may actually be possible!!   We need to consider the impossible as a possibility before we will be able to achieve any strides toward our goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I also feel that this is ‘firmness of belief’ is what others who have crossed, yet don't know it, must feel as they live in their self-made astral worlds. They are convinced they are 'normal' in physical bodies in every way, and it is not until they change their 'belief' and open to the smallest possibility of there being other options that give them the chance to change their perspective on how things are.   Hence the reason why the retrievals we do in our travels work to bring into their lives that ‘chance’ of change and possibility!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7842784376107791177?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7842784376107791177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7842784376107791177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7842784376107791177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7842784376107791177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/03/118-nothing-is-impossible.html' title='118)  Nothing is Impossible!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-2602188986240198744</id><published>2010-02-14T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T13:18:59.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>117) Tumors; Joel (Joeb?) &amp; his Tractor</title><content type='html'>I am so happy to be able to write another adventure to share with everyone! It has been a long time without any cohesive memories that I could write and share so I’m pleased to say that I believe I had another OBE retrieval early this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started much as usual, but I went to my ‘traveling couch’ earlier than usual (2am) due to being awake and unable to sleep right away.  I initially had many different ‘dream clips’ and each time waking and wondering what they could mean.  There were some related to my work, a few felt as if I was really OOB and in one I can remember different children running around my house making noise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one in particular was rather intriguing in that I had just finished ‘helping’ this disabled child, and he told me I had ‘tumors in my belly’.  At that time I recall having felt ‘lumps’ in my lower abdomen, and asked the child where they were.  He pointed to his lower abdomen, and said ‘it’s not big deal, they just need to come out’.  Immediately my medical background kicks in and I’m trying to seal in my memory that I may need a test to look for these in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other ‘dream’ was different in that I met with a man and woman who were telling me of their ‘loss’ of a young son, Joel (Joeb? Two part Jo- name).  They told me he died at a young age “many, many years ago” after falling off a wagon being pulled by a tractor.  He loved tractors, and I had a sense of ‘farming’ when talking to this couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made no sense of this until I had this OBE a short time later.  I remember ‘waking’ on the couch, and feeling disappointed that I once again was awake without having had an OOBE.  I rolled off the couch, and found myself completely tangled in the blankets sitting on the floor!  Trying to get untangled, I looked toward the TV in my living room and noticed light shadows, as if someone was blocking the light coming in from the front door down the hallway. (Had I realized it, this living room was the way it appeared a few years ago before we had it remodeled. That should have been a signal for me too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking the front door was accidently left open (and not realizing there shouldn’t be light outside yet!), I moved down the hallway and was shocked to see my young son about age 5 coming in from outdoors!! I realized immediately that I had to be OOB, as my son is a young man of 25 right now, yet here he was as a child!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thrilled to think I was finally OOB again, and my young son escorted me outdoors to the front porch.  I began floating upward slightly and everything went black for a few seconds, but then I floated back down to the front porch and my vision returned.  This floating just confirmed to me that I was indeed OOB.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, the scenery changed as my usual front yard was now covered with a brick/stone walkway that weaved in and out of masses of wildflowers – yellow, orange, white ones – and I took note that the flowers were beautiful, yet the ‘feel’ of the flowers was ‘unkempt’ or ‘wild’, as if not looked after.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were children playing and running around, also with the ‘unkempt’ or ‘wild’ feel, as if not cared for.  They were happy, but in a ‘wild’ sort of way. It’s hard to describe, but almost as if they were ‘not good’ children, or bullies.  I saw adults there too, one mentally challenged man was off to my left, quiet and non-communicative, and there were two female ‘caretakers’ off to my right who were happy to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked together and talked, but memories elude me as to what the discussion was about once I woke fully at the end.  I remember the landscape simulated the land around my house and at one point, I felt drawn to a young child standing quietly and forlornly by the side of the road, as if he was sad and withdrawn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was that this child was being ‘bullied’ by the other children and did not even try to reach out to anyone.  In hindsight, I’m think he was not able to ‘see’ the adults who were there with me trying to help him, hence his forlorn appearance and resignation to a life of being teased and bullied by the other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw me and allowed me to pick him up, giving him hugs and talking with him.  He remained non-communicative, and the adults with me told me his name was ‘Joel’ (Joab?!) the same name I heard just a dream or two ago!!  I immediately recognized that name, and asked what his story was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adults told me he had ‘passed over’ quickly as a young child after falling off a wagon!  I knew immediately that this was the same ‘lost’ child the parents were looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking back toward my house, I found myself inside a room with two other adults (they appeared to be MY parents, but I think the connection was that these were caretakers of the children).  They told Joel that they were ‘going out’ that I was to ‘babysit’ for a bit, and to listen to what I said.  I had the feeling Joel had memories of what babysitters did, and this is how they got him to pay attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately went into ‘babysitter’ mode – which is always trying to find something that I know the child would relate to and have fun with.  In searching the room, I found shelves with small toy objects, and my eyes were thrilled to see that way up high on a shelf was a small wagon!!  I took it down and showed Joel, who lit up with a smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then searched more and found a tractor wheel on a chicken? object so I took it down.  I attached it to the wagon, and Joel was now beaming!  Somehow, the object changed into a toy tractor that Joel was able to sit into and drive.  I pushed other toy objects out of the way so he could ‘drive’ and it appeared he was now completely enthralled with the idea he was in control.  At that point the OBE ended!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine that he was now able to ‘see’ those who were there to help him, or perhaps even help himself by feeling more ‘in control’ so that he could go back with his parents who were looking for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recording this OBE was difficult, as I remember thinking I was recording it two or three times, only to realize that I still was not fully awake and using the ‘real’ recorder!  I went over the experience many times, trying to ‘seal it’ in my memory, only to realize I wasn’t awake and recording!  When I did ‘pull myself’ up to full wakefulness, the memories faded SO quickly! I just feel so disappointed that it all seemed so easy to remember, until I became fully conscious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-2602188986240198744?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/2602188986240198744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=2602188986240198744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2602188986240198744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/2602188986240198744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/02/117-tumors-joel-joeb-his-tractor.html' title='117) Tumors; Joel (Joeb?) &amp; his Tractor'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-680289879944142480</id><published>2010-02-08T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:24:01.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>116)  Grounding the Energy</title><content type='html'>It has been a very emotional and stressful few months here for me, with many ongoing family issues, personal issues, and work/school related issues.  Suffice to say, I have been so focused on taking care of others, that I neglected ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I noticed I was having a ‘buzzing’ in my right ear intermittently, almost a ‘blowing’ sound that, although quite annoying , did not distress me too much.  As the weeks passed, it became louder and more frequent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then late last August I had a distressful experience where the ‘blowing’ sound became intensely loud, and I was suddenly overcome with vertigo and dizziness – along with nausea – that I couldn’t even stand.  Everything was spinning out of control, and I was totally incapacitated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode luckily happened while at work in a medical center and I was treated immediately, which consisted of rest and anti-vertigo medication.  There was nothing visually out of order in my ear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy because the ‘blowing’ noise abated, but it was short-lived.  A few days later it returned, and after another few days, another vertigo/dizzy episode occurred.  Long story short, after seeing a doctor and tests, I was diagnosed with Meniere’s syndrome and told there wasn’t much to do except ‘live with it’ and make some lifestyle dietary changes (low salt, diuretics, etc) to keep it from happening too frequently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my best efforts, the episodes continued on an infrequent basis, and I saw another doctor for a second opinion.  He also confirmed the same diagnosis and treatment.  This did not sit well with me.  I just ‘felt’ this was not right and I needed to do more research to see what it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In speaking with a friend who is well versed in energy through years of Qigong teaching, I was intrigued by his questioning as to whether the vertigo episodes happened while busy throughout the day, or more when quietly sitting/resting.  For me, it would always be while I was quiet, and sometimes even waking me at 3am while sleeping!  (My usual OOBE time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that this vertigo while ‘quiet’ is commonly due to insufficient ‘grounding’ of energy, and living too much ‘in the mind’, as I have been with the OOBEs, graduate school work, and meditative practices.  He gave me grounding exercises to try, such as visualizations of ‘roots’ growing down from my balanced feet and my extended arms with hands facing down.  Immediately I could feel the ‘tingling’ of my palms as the energy passed through, and would do this a few times during the day or night whenever I felt even the slightest vertigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of only one week, my ‘blowing’ noise in my ear abated, and the vertigo stopped! The tingling in my palms actually became less as more energy became grounded.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was concerned that this ‘grounding’ may inhibit my OOBEs, which is quite possible as I have not had one that is even close to what I used to do for over a month!  I was concerned, but also knew that I never wanted to experience those dizzy spells again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since learned to ‘balance’ my life a bit better now, giving some time to physical outlets for this grounding energy, as well as lighten my ‘mental’ activities by not aggressively pursuing OOBEs for a short while.  I know when I am ready, they shall return. (Hopefully soon!)  I finish grad school in May and my ‘mental’ work with that will be significantly less as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my friend to give a little background as to what happened to me, and to share any insight he has on this unbalanced energy phenomena.  I am sure there are many people out there who are experiencing physical manifestations of disease and illness that could be ‘cured’ by seeking a better ‘balance’ within their lives.  Here’s what he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we need to look at the body holistically, not just treating ear symptoms by treating the ear, but by picturing the entire body as a balanced system which has gone out of kilter. This is much the view taken in Chinese medicine, where western medicine focuses heavily upon localizing a particular organ and feeding it a fix, I believe! Neither system is always right, or wrong IMO; these are both extreme viewpoints. The answer is often to be found in the region between these extremes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Question: How did you learn that dizziness when 'quiet' usually meant energy disturbance, and dizziness when 'busy' is inner ear imbalance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Because this was my own post Kundalinin experience....and, it makes sense....when BUSY, we usually `ground' our focus in physicality. For example, if we are practicing tap dancing, we focus strongly on our feet; the attention is on "MY feet", the word MY implying attention IN the body.....and, remember, where the attention goes, the chi flows, so tap dancing will really sink the chi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is through learning the ability to consciously direct the chi in this way, that we allow many hours of intellectual/spiritual/OBE/especially Hemisynch/meditative type pursuits to be balanced with good physical presence. Without the grounding, poor health will eventually result, and also an inability to utilize learned spiritual knowledge in everyday physical life. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If we are sitting quietly, our attention is probably more of the form "I think...", "I feel.." - here the attention is on `I'.......in the MIND, NOT in the body. Hence, the energy rises to the head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is SIMPLY a matter of living a balanced life, i.e. balancing mental/spiritual activities with `body based' physical activities, like exercise.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(1) A person who spends nearly all of their time thinking and very little of their time `doing' is neglecting their body, to its detriment. Their energy distribution will be such that most of their energy is in their head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(2) Similarly, a person who spends nearly all of their time `doing' and very little of their time thinking, is neglecting their mind, to its detriment. Their energy distribution will be such that most of their energy is in their body.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We are a mind and a body - it's a duality, like everything in life. Both need to work in harmony. Any deviation from this state eventually results in problems.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For a comfortable existence, we need to avoid extremes and inhabit the area in between.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If we become unbalanced, we need to take corrective action. If the problem is case (1) above, we can remedy it by increasing our body based activity, or by using `energetic' methods of grounding, to redistribute some of the energy down into the body.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For case (2), poor health will seldom result, just mental/spiritual/emotional depravity! This is addressed by increasing `thinking' and `feeling' activity.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Both (1) and (2) are admirably served by practicing authentic qigong, yoga or a physical exercise program!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Question: Are there any other 'signs' of energy imbalance that may be confused with erroneous physical complaints?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There are! Imbalances of energy.....this `energy' appears to be closely linked with the endocrine system, so it actually affects body chemistry, if one wishes to think purely in physical terms. For example, bottled up emotions can cause physical symptoms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For example, prolonged depression will adversely affect lung/large intestine energy. This may result in, say, breathing problems, which a person would typically attempt to rectify with prescription drugs which `open out the alveoli'. Whilst this provides temporary relief, the underlying problem is still accumulating.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In turn, the drugs used may then cause other problems, perhaps affecting liver function, because of the extra burden of detoxification! Frustration and anger at lack of a `cure' may then occur. In turn, unexpressed anger will also adversely affect liver function. Sometimes the only cure is to look within. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-680289879944142480?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/680289879944142480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=680289879944142480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/680289879944142480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/680289879944142480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/02/116-grounding-energy.html' title='116)  Grounding the Energy'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-21769238307968039</id><published>2010-02-02T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:59:15.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance of grounding....More to come!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I feel like it's been forever since I have had a good OBE where I can share my experiences here.  I have had such an 'awakening' lately, that without the help of a good friend who is knowledgeable of such energy matters, I am sure I would not be as good as I am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my OBEs have been 'limited' lately due to physical issues that were caused by too much 'mental work' and not enough grounding.  At this time, I am feeling great but still having some time constraints due to busy work and finishing my grad school soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be sharing what's been happening to me here as soon as I can because I feel it is important that others know how this energy imbalance can manifest as physical symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an eye on my blog...I shall post it soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-21769238307968039?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/21769238307968039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=21769238307968039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/21769238307968039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/21769238307968039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/02/importance-of-groundingmore-to-come.html' title='Importance of grounding....More to come!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-708209171076195625</id><published>2010-01-04T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:12:29.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>115) Meeting others; Trust the Universe</title><content type='html'>1/03/10&lt;br /&gt;For this OBE, I had gone to bed and awakened after a few hours with the intention of attempting to get OOB.  I used intention and affirmation requesting to ‘help someone’. The experience started primarily as a ‘dreamstate’ awareness but then moved into a conscious awareness but this time without the memory of an actual ‘physical’ exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a notebook/album that I needed to have to do my work.  Someone was helping me look for it (female).  We were initially in a ‘library’ type room looking through the books with others who were already working at the tables because they had their notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene moved into another familiar setting, my Grandmother’s house, that is still in physical but no longer looks the same as it did here.  It may have been because I was thinking of her a lot over the past week and had just discussed her again the previous night with my father (she was his mother).   She passed over many years ago and I have many fond memories of her and her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her house, we found a ‘secret’ passage that was sealed up that no one knew about, and were excited to get it open to uncover what was behind it.  It opened easily, as it seems to be made of only paper for the covering.  As we looked into the hidden area, I could see it morph in to a large room and as I entered, was surprised to see a ‘chairlift’ type seat come up behind me and swoop us up!  I noticed my mother was there at this time as well, having been swooped up into a separate chair and then moved up the incline, separating her from the track we were on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was up the hill toward whatever I heading for, I became very ‘heavy’ and sluggish, and the chair I was in stopped then started sliding back down the hill!  It took with it a few other people who were following behind us and I was SO apologetic to think I caused such a commotion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for help in getting to where I needed to go, and instantly found myself within a darkened room.  There was no longer a ‘dream’ feeling to this setting, as I knew I was conscious and fully aware OOB.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was light coming in from the left side, and I was positioned in one corner looking out.  I sensed a presence in the dark room with me, and become just slightly fearful.  I clasped my hands as if in prayer, which reminded me that I am in control and fear only gives the control away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentally shout out, “Who is there?” and am surprised to hear a voice speaking to me!  Now, this is where I have lost many memories, as what exactly occurred as there was a succession of ‘people’ who came into the room to speak to me!  I remember speaking clearly and compassionately to those who came, and each time one would ‘dissolve’ away I could sense another one coming in!  Each time I asked, “who is here now?” and I would always get a response.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few bits of the conversations I DO remember include one woman who spoke initially, with a sense of sadness and fear having left behind a husband and child.  She did not understand what was happening to her, and I can only remember telling her to ‘look for the light’ and ‘go to the light’.  One other time when I asked, “who is here?” I remember getting the answer, “no one! Not me!” and then told them, “well, I certainly hear your voice, so someone is here!” chiding them to speak to me, which they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was about five or six different people I spoke to in that room, knowing full well as I spoke that I was not going to remember many specifics of our conversations because there was so much we talked about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the last one left, I became aware of a male voice speaking from my left.  In the light that was entering the room from that side, I was finally able to see a young 30 something male with blond hair speaking to me.  He had pretty gray eyes and all three were very good looking. They were all very visible, and speaking about a personal message that I needed to hear - one that I just can’t share with everyone at this time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic idea of the message was that ANYthing is possible and you need to trust the Universe to provide, even that which you may feel is not within your capabilities.  I awoke with excitement, knowing there are never IMpossibilities!  The idea is to hang onto the END result, and trust the Universe to decide how and when!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-708209171076195625?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/708209171076195625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=708209171076195625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/708209171076195625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/708209171076195625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2010/01/115-meeting-others-trust-universe.html' title='115) Meeting others; Trust the Universe'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-7429031287896790488</id><published>2009-12-02T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T09:33:46.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>114) Watching my Exit; Images from Memories; Control of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;For this OBE, I had gone to sleep with the intention of wanting to help someone if I could. To give a little background, the day before this OBE happened, I received an email from a new beginner OBE’r asking for help in getting OOB.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I now believe this OBE may have been my way of ‘helping someone’ here in physical! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I move to the couch, after sleeping for 4 hours, to try for the OBE.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I drift off, I become aware of a ‘getting ready’ signal of soft vibrations.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew I could ‘will’ them to be stronger and played with the sensations by increasing them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After about four cycles of increased vibrations, they become stronger and stay strong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s interesting to know that while I’m doing this, I am also aware that I’m thinking about what they are, and saying to myself, “these vibrations are the ‘interface’ between the different energy levels of the ‘mind-body’ connection.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Now I feel my hands floating up and know that I’m ready to separate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of just rolling out as usual, I did an unfamiliar slow ‘climb out’ technique!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so different than my usual quick separation! It literally felt as though I was doing a slow ‘crawl’ out of my body with such clearness of thought!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m thinking (while I’m climbing out) that this is so different, that maybe this means I am to ‘watch’ my exit this time because I need to really take note of how I did it so that I could share it with the one who sent the email asking me about it!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  I&lt;/span&gt;t’s amazing how ‘clear thinking’ you can still be even when you know you are not ‘in body’! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I then stand at the side of the couch and immediately start moving away, knowing I needed to move away from my body before I get pulled back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I gently glide out the side door, flying very easily, sensing where I am but not seeing clearly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once on the porch outside, I knew I could go anywhere I’d like, so I fly straight up into the sky, feeling very, very aware and very much in full control of my thoughts and actions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;What is interesting now, is that while I’m flying, I realize that I’m also very aware of being on the couch!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was new, this ‘lightness’ of awareness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s tough to describe how I felt, but I can remember thinking that it felt as though my thoughts were being spoken by my physical body as well! I thought that I could hear my ‘voice’ with my affirmations, that my physical mouth was moving! I remember saying to myself that if someone was sitting next to me on the couch, that I believe I could actually ‘talk’ out loud WHILE OOB and share what I was doing! I immediately thought of Edgar Cayce and his trance states, and how this had to be similar.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Now, all these thoughts WERE while I was OOB flying – amazing!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;So I’m talking ‘out loud’ (as far as I know – my consciousness was primarily in the astral body so memories are more prevalent there), saying “to my higher self!” as I zoom along, and my intention of “allow me to help someone”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was SO aware of my actions, and as I spoke, I felt that immediate transition to the long pull backwards into the black tunnel that is so common for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;This time, however, I am paying such close attention to how it feels, and what the actual movement feels like instead of wondering where I’ll end up!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  I&lt;/span&gt;t’s all so clear and I’m happy to know I’ll be able to tell others how it feels! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;As the pullback ends, I’m aware it sounds so similar to the ‘clicking’ of train tracks, as if pulling into a station.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m still not seeing anything, and at this point I usually see or move into another situation, however this time I just remained where I was in the blackness! I didn’t know what to do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Without time to think, I hear a female voice fade in, one that ‘echoed’ slightly, saying words I couldn’t pick up at first.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were three words I recall, the first two are phonetic as I am not certain, but the last one I am certain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was “Mind (mine?)…needs (?)…too.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am confused wondering if it was related to someone I was to help, or if it was a message for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At this point, I fade to full wakefulness on the couch and record what I can remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Now for whatever reason, I wake enough to check my email to see what’s there and see that the new OBE’r did write back with a question about ‘seeing’ and physical vision during an OBE.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized then that I need to tell others that this ability to get OOB is not about ‘seeing’ but all about ‘feeling’ your way!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You just ‘sense’ what you are doing, and may have been why I had NO vision at all but extreme clarity of thought this time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I lie back and attempt to re-induce and find myself watching images as they appear behind my closed eyes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I recall familiar black-and-white designs that remind me of a shirt I had worn recently, and then the image change into various scenes, a farmyard, a mountain with clouds, a peaceful field but each time the black and white image would appear between them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am fully aware of being on the couch, while watching these images.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Now I begin to hear noises, fuzzy at first, but then more like a talk-radio station tuning in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hear what I believe are radio announcers (I hear them say their call letters and just bantering talk), there is non-specific white noise as well, and at one point I know I hear what a flight attendant would say to her passengers, and I recorded the words “welcome to your flight to Hong Kong, please enjoy the flight movie” and something about ‘catching you if you fall’!!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was almost as if I was ‘tuning in’ to the multitude of radio waves encircling the globe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;So I’m listening to the noise, watching the images, and then become aware that my hand and feet are floating!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s my signal to roll out, so I do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But again, this time, it was SO very different!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could SEE and I could see VERY clearly!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Standing by the couch, I could see everything as clear as if I was physically standing in broad daylight! I am looking at my feet lying on the couch, amazed at the clarity.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I moved past the couch, always wanting to get away from the body, but this time I stopped and looked back at myself sleeping on the couch on my left side!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have rarely been able to see myself while OOB, and never with such clarity!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m thinking, ‘Wow! This is such a different feeling to this exit!’ - unlike any other time – and I wondered if other OBEr’s were able to feel and see like this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Moving into the living room, I realize I am seeing ‘images from memories’ all around the room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anything I looked at was a memory, but here it existed as a ‘real’ thing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were many, many Christmas type ‘images/memories’, a few with my sons as little boys playing with toys, and one with my daughter as a teenager.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to interact with the ‘image/memory’ of my daughter and gave her a hug, knowing that was what she needed and to let her know I was there for her. In another part of the room I remember seeing a lamp/decoration from years ago that brought back more memories, and I recall thinking, “I remember that!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;At this point, the living changes into the living room of my childhood at my parent’s house. Once I realize where I was, I eagerly ran up the stairs shouting for my mother (who is still alive).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt ‘physical’ in movement up the stairs, and at the top where my old bedroom was, I stuck my head inside to see that the room was just as I remember it, not as it is now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I hear my mom answering me, and pull back, floating a little, which made me realize I was still OOB and did not have to move so ‘physically’!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I float through a wall searching for my mother and find myself in darkness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mother finds me and we begin to talk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During our conversation, I realize she is not talking like she hears me anymore, and I tell her ‘I have to go’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was here that I faded back to full awareness on the couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I record this, thanking those who gave it to me for such a wonderful experience.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am just in awe of how clear and aware I was throughout the entire time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;One final memory I have of this night happened right before waking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For more background, it’s been a rather tumultuous few weeks here for me with a lot of ‘family issues’ going on that give me concern and turmoil at times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I remember ‘dreaming’ of many different emotional situations with various people in my life, some very upsetting and frustrating.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The last few details of this ‘dream sequence’ were more lucid and clear, so I recorded it as transcribed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was in a hallway, following behind this short dark haired older woman and recognized her as a famous psychic whom everyone knew.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I decided I was not going to disturb her with a greeting, as she probably had enough from others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, she abruptly stopped in front of me, did a ‘pretend’ bump into me to get my attention, grabbed my arms on both sides and looked at me squarely in the eyes, saying, “If you are going to do this, you need to learn control!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was a bit taken aback by it all, and woke immediately afterward.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;I recorded what she said, not realizing that it may relate to the ‘mind-needs-too’ message that I received in the first part of the night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perhaps I need to realize that my desire to be all I can be to everyone is taking a toll on my emotional state and I need to find time for myself and be more ‘in control’ of my emotions and the way I am looking at events in my life. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have to remember that how you perceive this physical life is largely based on how you ‘react’ to the many situations you find yourself in, and if you can control how you react, you can gain a better understanding of what you are to learn from these experiences. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-7429031287896790488?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/7429031287896790488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=7429031287896790488' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7429031287896790488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/7429031287896790488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2009/12/114-watching-my-exit-images-from.html' title='114) Watching my Exit; Images from Memories; Control of Mind'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-4721040790081198963</id><published>2009-11-10T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:07:36.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>113) Bits and Pieces of OOBEs- Astral vision, Visiting Civilizations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;It’s been a while since I’ve had any really good OOBEs to post here as I don’t want to put up uninteresting posts that the readers may find boring.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, with the hectic life I have right now, and for the next six months, I will post those pieces of OOBE’s that I feel are more readable.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I am still having the learning OOB experiences, but my recall is so limited anymore, possibly due to so many other ‘physical’ concerns to think about in my daily life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Here’s the latest over the past few weeks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;10/22/09&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Astral Vision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;I found myself fully aware of lying on my bed, but with my ‘astral vision’ opening.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m in a car, in the seat behind the front passenger side, looking out the side window of the car.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can see moving scenery, and I notice a huge black electronic sign (turned off) that gets my attention.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The clarity is amazing, and I remember thinking how unusual this is to see so clearly while knowing I’m in bed!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I turn to look back (to prove to myself that I still can see it!) and watch as the sign fades in the distance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Now, along the side of the road as the car moves, I see animals lined up along the side of the road.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Soon, these animals become ‘distorted’ or misshapen, as I notice that there are parts of different animals on one!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For instance, there was what appeared to be an elephant, but with a goat’s head! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Seeing this, and knowing I’m still in bed, I am now aware that I could transition to full OOB if I wanted to. (The anomaly signaled my awareness as it used to do!)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, this time, because everything is just so clear, I just don’t want to try to move out yet!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Looking out the front window of the car, I see the two front seats are empty and yet the car is moving forward.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no fear at all, as I have become aware of my pre-OOB status and want to have some fun trying to see what I can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Again, I feel I have to prove to myself that I am OOB (or at least pre-OOB), I grab a hold of the front passenger headrest and pull myself into a handstand!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can feel the sensation of ‘blood-rushing’ to my head (physical memory, I’m sure) and with that it caused a lighter state of transition, almost as if waking slightly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;The vision darkened, and I’m still aware of being in the bed, now with the circling of my hand chakras (something that I haven’t had in quite a while).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I willed them to be stronger in hopes of returning to the astral vision or OOB mindstate, but was unsuccessful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Even though this wasn’t really a full OOB experience, it was one of the few times I had the ‘bi-location’ feeling of being in two places at once and with such clarity of vision, I just didn’t want to move out right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;11/01 Visiting Civilizations&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;This OOBE was so long in length and detail that there is only a few aspects that I was able to recall.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even while being OOB, I remember I told myself that if I didn’t force myself to awaken soon, that I would not be able to recall much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;With that, I decided that I would pursue the experience, for which I’m sure I had some great learning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just frustrates me that I cannot bring much detail back to share with everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;What I do remember is that it took me many attempts to get out of the house once OOB.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could be so heavy, crawling and affirming ‘to the door!’ in order to move.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I remembered to do a little jump and spin, while affirming ‘inward now!’ and that moved me into my long, long black tunnel pullback sensation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;I remember that I visited many different civilizations of people, interacting and talking with them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no specific memories except for the one cave I entered that was dimly lit by yellow light.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this cave was intricately carved ‘things’ sticking out all along the sides of the passageway, narrowing it to the point where movement was difficult.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They felt/looked ‘sharp’, perhaps having been carved from bone or horns.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to get deep inside the cave and felt the people who did these carving were very small in stature, but it narrowed so much that I felt uncomfortable and decided to leave before seeing anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;The only other ‘civilization’ I recall was looking down at these stone walls that formed separate rooms, appearing to me from above as if it were a maze.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I gathered with some people who were with a man who was injured, but do not remember anything more. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There were events happening that I didn’t even question, just observed and learned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;At some point in this long experience, I remember asking to see my guide, and knowing he was with me, talking with him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked him why I wasn’t able to see him, he answered, but I do not now know what he said! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;There was so much more to this than I can recall, and it really frustrates me to post something so general.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I know that the experiences will return when my life settles a bit more so I have to be patient and just share what little I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;11/10&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reunion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;This OBE I had wanted to ‘help someone’ as my intention, in the hopes that there would be something I could share with others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As it ends up, I was the one given help, in knowing that my guides are still with me and want me to be happy. &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;I again had a difficult exit, but with help from others, was able to roll out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found myself immediately in an underground area, with a subway type feeling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People were all around me and a particular Hispanic man walked up to me and began talking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I felt a bit uncomfortable with his energy, and was not sure why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Remembering that I had wanted to ‘help someone’ for this OOBE, I tried to help him by sending love, a technique that worked well in the past.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, this time, he wasn’t leaving.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He followed me into another room and I realized I needed help.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked for my guides to come and I was immediately surrounded by 3-4 other people, with one woman in charge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;They ‘spoke’ to him in his own language, telling him to sit in a chair nearby and wait.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It sounded as if it could be Spanish (as I have a limited knowledge of that language) but he was resistant to their instructions at first.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, he moved to a chair in another room and I was able to move away with them into another room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;This room felt as though it was a restaurant of sorts, with a bar and tables set up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The group of guides told me they wanted to show me something in the back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As we entered the back room there was a table elegantly set with beautiful dishes and filled with food.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;At one place, a guide asks me to place my hand over the ‘medallions’ to see if I can ‘feel’ their vibrations/energy (this wasn’t the word, but it’s the best description I can give).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I raise my hand over them, I feel the ‘tingling’ and get excited, thinking, “I can! I can!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;At this point they all burst out laughing, and say, “Surprise! It’s all for you”, and I suddenly see familiar faces of friends I haven’t seen in many years!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a ‘reunion’ of sorts, and there was much laughing and happiness as we shared the food.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I recall the one friend who showed me a HUGE strawberry, and offered me a taste.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could again ‘taste’ that strawberry, causing me to salivate (for real!)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;As in my past OBE, this salivation brought my awareness up to the point where I realized I had to get recording this in order to remember even parts of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I find my recorder, but again, see that it is in pieces! However, as I’m trying to get it fixed, pushing buttons and knobs, it is playing! (I should have realized this was a false awakening, but I was intent on getting it fixed!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Giving up, I decided to look for pen and paper to write it down, and with that I transitioned to a lighter state where I realized it was not happening.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I woke, found my recorder intact, and recorded what I remembered.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, due to that delay with a false awakening, more memories were lost!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SO frustrating!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-4721040790081198963?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/4721040790081198963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=4721040790081198963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4721040790081198963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/4721040790081198963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2009/11/113-bits-and-pieces-of-oobes.html' title='113) Bits and Pieces of OOBEs- Astral vision, Visiting Civilizations'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-5487432324147704895</id><published>2009-10-17T22:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:48:05.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>112)  Physical Senses While OOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;October 8, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;This OBE again started with a false awakening, one where I heard what I thought was my son come in the front door talking with a friend as I lay on the couch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As it was the middle of the night, I knew to just ‘lie in wait’ for what would happen next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I saw two small children, boy and girl of about 6 years, come from the hallway to stand next to the couch where I was lying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Can you take care of something for us?” was the question I ‘heard’ and immediately rolled out and followed them down the hall to the real life room that I ‘felt’ belonged to my sons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(The room is currently in use by my stepson, as my own boys have since grown and moved out). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Peering into the doorway, I saw three little boys of about 3-4 years old playing around in their beds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were fully dressed and hiding/playing under their covers, as if not having taken the time to undress and get ready for bed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked, “Where are your pajamas?”, and then sternly told them to get out from under the covers and put them on now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This ‘taking control’ of the silliness and telling them to behave was, I ‘felt’, the main reason why the other two older children came to get me off the couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Finding myself back on the couch, I realized I could still just ‘roll out’ so I did!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being fully aware, I just took the fastest way outside, through the wall near the couch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could feel the coolness of the night air as I passed through, and found myself floating gently in my back yard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I was amazed to next find myself so close to the ground that I could ‘feel’ the leaves from the trees that had fallen already.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember I even tried to ‘bunch’ them up, resulting in some leaves being pushed into my mouth and giving me a choking sensation!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember thinking, “Why am I able to feel these so intensely?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was surprising as I knew without a doubt I was out of body, yet marveled at the intense physical touch sensation of these leaves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Clearing the leaves, I floated over to the nearby road, only to discover it was now a ditch full of water!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just next to the ditch, was a walled up body of water, like a very large puddle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Remembering the fun I had with puddles as a child making rivers and dams in the rain, I wondered if I’d be able to release this huge puddle into the ditch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Pushing against the dirt wall, I was thrilled to see the wall release and the contents drain quickly into the ditch!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was just an awesome feeling, and I remarked to the woman who was with me how much fun it was! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Walking along the edge of the ditch, I’m being careful not to ‘fall in’ because it all feels so ‘physical’…but then, quickly I recall, “what am I so worried about? I’m out of body!” and with a smile and big leap, took a chance and jumped into the water! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I floated to the bottom, and then playfully decided I’d roll over on my back while under the water, and look up to wave and smile at those I left on the banks!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was being silly, having fun, and they smiled and waved in return at my joy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Funny how even now I can ‘picture’ exactly what it looks like to ‘look up’ from the bottom of that ditch!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;As I moved out of the ditch I could ‘hear’ conversations, and listened intently to a conversation with a group of 4-5 others (at the time I knew who they were, but have no recall now except for ‘past friends’).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of them was a supervisor who had just returned from Ohio (?) and was remarking on how bad the hospital situation was there. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All of them were talking, and those who had worked there before agreed with the supervisor that it was bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Leaving the group, I moved to a large building, one with a ‘reception hall’ or convention arena feeling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was all set up for an event.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so thrilled to be out of body, knowing it without a doubt, and being able to physically ‘touch’ and move wherever I wanted!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I moved high and low, looking and touching, and specifically remember floating up near the ceiling next to some heavy drapery that was decorating the hall.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I could ‘feel’ the texture of the drapery as it hung, and knew that in ‘real life’ I’d never be able to do this!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even recall telling a gentleman there, ‘Isn’t this great? You can do whatever you want, go through things, go high and low, know you are out of body, and still have all your physical senses!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He just smiled without saying a word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I was SO in control of what I was thinking and doing!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While high near the ceiling, I then looked down through some narrow slots and could SMELL the wafting aroma of food cooking!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Amazed at the sense of smell, I dived down through the very narrow slots, never thinking twice about whether I could or not because I was SO certain of my OOB status. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;I remember ‘bouncing’ a bit as I neared the floor, maybe because I didn’t want to pass through the floor and had to put the brakes on!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could see a kitchen area, with pretty clear pink colored dishes on display.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were plates, serving bowls, cups – all a beautiful clear glass-type pink color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Following the aroma, I moved to a display of fruit in a bowl, but the bowl itself was created by freezing fruit within ice. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought what a wonderful way to keep the fruit cold – a bowl made by freezing water and decorated with pieces of fruit within it!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I actually thought it was such a good idea that I’d have to remember to use it in my daughter’s upcoming wedding!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Next to this fruit ice bowl was food cooking, and the aroma was exquisite!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I will write what I saw, but it makes no sense now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, at the time, it made perfect sense!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A man was showing us how to cook the frozen fruit on a hot steak, so that the fruit would melt as the steak cooked!?!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I distinctly remember a slice of pineapple on that steak along with other fruit pieces.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The smell was so enticing, and when offered a taste of the cooked fruit, I gladly accepted!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could actually TASTE the fruit, and I woke immediately thereafter when I realized that my physical mouth was actually watering!!! &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;This OBE was so unique with the ability to actually use my five physical senses while OOB.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I SAW clearly those people on the bank of the ditch from underwater, I HEARD the conversations, I TOUCHED the drapery, the leaves, and water dam, I SMELLED the food cooking, and I TASTED that cooked fruit!! Awesome!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1263536958567717328-5487432324147704895?l=karen659.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/feeds/5487432324147704895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1263536958567717328&amp;postID=5487432324147704895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5487432324147704895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1263536958567717328/posts/default/5487432324147704895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karen659.blogspot.com/2009/10/112-physical-senses-while-oob.html' title='112)  Physical Senses While OOB'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09479712841663012848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1wJC39L9do/TWlOGO_X9UI/AAAAAAAAB8E/TQCcPVj4nok/s220/10.17%2Bgateway.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1263536958567717328.post-4055211488439416379</id><published>2009-09-15T20:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T11:32:07.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>111a) Full OBE account of VALIDATION success</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;9/13/09 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;As promised, here is the full account of my experience that wonderful night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Even though I have always known it is possible to ‘meet’ living persons in the astral (as Monroe and others have done), until you DO it yourself – there is always that little piece of doubt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;No more for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I did my usual routine of going to the couch with the intention of having an OBE where I could meet up with a friend that was also going to try to get OOB the same night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;For some added background, this friend is a fellow OBEr who lives in a different country (and time zone) than I am located and we have been communicating only via email of our experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The likelihood of our ‘real life’ meeting therefore is quite minimal, so we decided to attempt to meet in the astral to see what would happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;We decided that he would attempt to travel to MY house, and I would try to stay here (instead of flying off all over the place like I usually do!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;For me, this helps with the validation process, as you have NO preconceived notions of what to expect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I feel when you are meeting with those whom you are familiar; certain events can be biased according to what you already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I made the intention of meeting this friend, as well as wish to make it as ‘physical’ as possible – due to the fact that I felt the lower ‘physical vibration’, in keeping close to ‘real life’, would make it easier to remember details. (I have certainly had enough experience with total loss of memory recall in the higher vibrational state!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;On the couch, I became aware of vibrations when I noticed some sort of movement on my left, like someone or something was nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Feeling soft vibrations, I tried to intensify them and ‘willed’ them to increase, which they did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;At this time, I knew I was ready to exit, so I just sat straight up and stood up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I headed for the front door, but felt strong tugging, pulling me back toward the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I added an emphatic, “to the door!” knowing that the affirmation would get me there faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I passed through the door, feeling the change to cooler ‘air’ once outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Strangely, I noted that I could also ‘feel’ the coolness of the cement below my feet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;That was a very new physical sensation while OOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am now standing there, feeling wide awake and fully aware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I remembered I wanted to go see my friend, so I jumped up to take off as I affirmed my intention. (And apparently forgetting I was supposed to stay put!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Surprisingly, I found myself hanging by my arms on the small roof overhang that was above my head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I felt SO physical, because I noticed I could actually feel the muscle tension in my arms holding me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I said, “What is this? Why am I so physical?” (also apparently forgetting I asked for it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I kicked what felt to be my physical legs up toward the sky as if dismounting, and then I just let go of my arms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I KNEW I was OOB, so there was no fear I was going to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This started a long movement backward, a continuous falling sensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;During this long fall, it felt like my physical eyes were attempting to open, as if waking up, because I could see bits of sky and clouds above me. I’m feeling more and more ‘physical’, worried that I’ll wake completely if my eyes actually open fully! (of course, not realizing that if I am really opening them while on the couch, I shouldn’t be able to see the sky!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Becoming fully physical, I realized I was on the couch, but in a semi-awake state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Not wanting to lose the momentum, I thought I’d just try to relax back into the right state and try to exit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I was surprised to see how easy it was to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I sat up, and once again found myself OOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I knew the previous exit through the front door ended without any successful outcome, so this time I decided to exit through the side door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It was again difficult to move, and at one point I decided I didn’t have to go all the way to the side door, I could just duck out the side wall – which I did!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I felt the texture change as I passed through to the outside, and found myself flying, but not moving well at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I can see the trees, and moved higher to above tree level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I began to pick up speed and then was able to do my usual zooming around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am now traveling down the road next to my house, watching and knowing this is all so familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I ‘know’ my parents house is just down this road on the left, and when I saw it, became excited to think I’d go visit them. (In hindsight – remembering where I was on the road, in reality my parent’s house is NOT down this street as I saw it OOB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;As I neared the house, I felt a transition happening, and once again felt as though I was going to awaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I realized as I got to the house that it was not their house as it is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It appeared more ramshackle and worn, and the neighborhood was distressed and poor (not like real life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The transition continued, feeling heavier, and I found myself again awake on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This time, even though I felt I was awake, I said I have to get out again! I lifted my arm to the armrest above my head and pushed myself up! Surprisingly, I was again OOB! (I would have sworn I was physically awake – but something must have ‘told’ me I should try to get out!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="
