I could've sworn that I already replied to this thread, but apparently not. Must've been my "other" self.
I read Robert Monroe's book "Out of Body Experiences" when I was about 15 -- 1974 or 5. I set out to replicate his instructions, and I was
successful. It took quite a while, but once I was able to feel the sensation of thrumming electricity coursing up and down my body, shortly
afterward, I was OOBing. The trick with that, for me was the rolling out of my body; I was never able to just "float" out as he talked about in
the book.
Well. Time went by, and I had some absolutely horrifying experiences. I was assured in the book that malignant entities couldn't truly harm me,
but I was far from convinced. I stopped doing this.
Now here's the weird part. I'm 51 years old. I can't turn it off. I kind of think that once somebody opens the door, it's a difficult thing
to close. I have NO clue what the "door" is. I suffer from sleep paralysis at least every month. I call it "suffering" because it scares
the absolute crap out of me. I've tried to "go with it", and it doesn't get better. For those who say "how can you know you're in sleep
paralysis?" Well, I understand your idea, however I've been in it often enough that I know. I am aware, just unable to move, with often all
manner of weirdness happening around me.
I recognize that the scientific view of SP is a juxtaposition between waking awareness and a sort of brain hallucination. All fine and good. These
days, it happens upon falling asleep, not later on. Occasionally, I am aware of the thrumming, and attempt to interrupt it. It's accompanied by a
sound that I feel more than hear outside of myself. The sound is like...... zzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZTTTTT, and is accompanied by a rush of ....... I don't
know what...... it feels like electricity coursing up and down my body, mostly from my midsection to my head. When this happens, I often get up, do
something, read, play some guitar, whatever. Just don't want to go to sleep then.
I used to wonder if it was a facet of alien abduction until several times my Bride woke me up because I was making "weird noises". Yah. I was
screaming [in my head] trying to get out. To her credit, my darlin' doesn't think anything of comforting me afterward, my 6'2 frame wrapped in
her arms.
Perhaps I'm not evolved enough to understand it, but you can't say that I haven't tried time and time again to flow with it. I don't want it
anymore. I've even tried the religious chanting while it happens, as well as invoking Jesus. None of that works for me. If I am aware soon
enough, I can get up and disrupt the process, and often go back to bed later without incident.
I can't imagine why anyone would want to invite such an experience. I wish I'd never read Robert Monroe's book.
I'd rather be ignorant than terrified.
Talk about creepy! 
