Hello. Interesting day. Work was good. It was a Monday and I embraced Monday and, as a result, enjoyed my day. Many people plan to hate Mondays, so they do. Plan to have a bad day and you are pretty much guaranteed to have one. Plan to have a good day and you may not have one (in your opinion) but…it is much more likely that you will. There is really only one choice that makes any sense but many humans seem to enjoy making themselves miserable and then try to find someone or something to blame it on.
Okay…so to the topic. I had regular out of body experiences in my late 30s. I was around 37 and there was a 6 month or so period where I could have them at will. It was wonderful. I had them daily. I bought a book on the topic and it said it could be addicting. It sure was. My spirit was always traveling. I would mostly fly to the places I felt like going but sometimes I would find myself on a train to unknown places. By the way, when I said fly I don’t mean in a plane. My spirit would fly.
I knew when it was going to happen. I would hear noise in my ears and then I would leave my body through the top of my head. In the book I read, it described it just like that. The author described the noise as people talking (souls talking). After reading that, I realized it did sound like that. Those were some great journeys. I have not been able to do this now for a lot of years. My experiences became fewer and farther between until I was about forty when the ability left me altogether.
Today was different. I was out on my mountain bike. It could have been an out of body experience or near death experience or an “I think I’m dying experience.” It was hot so maybe it was just the heat but I was well hydrated. Anyway…I was meditating on my ride. I came to a point where the sky just looked serene. The sun was shining through some clouds and I was overwhelmed with calm. Then my chest got warmer and warmer and I briefly left my body. I thought, but quite calmly, that perhaps I was having a heart attack and was going to die. I didn’t panic as I was really ready to embrace the next place. It wasn’t scary…it was peaceful.
Anyway, a short time later I was back, present on my bike and present on the trail. It was a wonderful experience. I don’t fear death. Not because of what happened today. I just don’t fear it. I have faith. It’s strong. I’m strong. God is within me!
Peace…