posted on Jun, 24 2006 @ 01:48 PM
In Robert Monroe's first book, years ago, he detailed numerous of his Out of Body experiences and amongst these was one where he found himself to be
in a world quite similar to this, but with several differences.
In one, he had a family --- but not the family he had in this, his 'real' life. He had a car -- but not exactly the sort of car we have in this our
'real' world. He recounted how, in his Out of Body experience, he kissed his 'other' wife and children goodbye, before getting into his 'other'
car and driving through the 'other' landscape, to work.
In the 'other' reality, the cars were different in a number of respects to the cars we have here. The landscape was different: from memory, I
think the colours of the sky and land may have been different. Everything in the 'other' world was recognisable: in other words, if we were to
suddenly find ourselves there, we'd be able to negotiate our way around; the differences weren't major.
Monroe said he didn't feel out of place in his 'other' world: it seemed to him (while he was there) that he 'fitted'; belonged there; had been
there quite some time. As far as I can recall, when he was living this 'other' life, Monroe was oblivious to any other reality: was unaware of his
'real' life here in our dimension.
Monroe's book was a revelation to me at the time: it suggested alternate realities as a viable proposition: implied it was possible we may all exist
in several dimensions at once, despite our usual unawareness of such. I found this to be reassuring and it provided a possible explanation for
puzzling little oddities within my own life.
Monroe of course, went on to found the Monroe Institute and it later emerged that he'd worked with and for the US intelligence services, etc. His
later books were 'far out', literally, and I couldn't connect much at all. But his first book remains a very interesting read: possibly written
while he still had control of the content.
Now, this may not happen with everyone, but it does to some people I know as it does to me, namely: every now and then, out of the blue and for a mere
snatch of time, I am somewhere else; some place or situation that has absolutely NO connection with this my current life. For example, every now and
then I will 'see' part of a house that I've never seen in this life. I see it from the outside, with the sun shining on the glass and the tangled
garden going right up to the windows. And I also see it from the inside, looking out of that same bank of windows at the same garden. I know the
'feel' of that house; the atmosphere as well as the furnishings, the view, etc. I LIKE the atmosphere; it feels as if it's MY room, my place.
Then it's gone. Leaving me wondering what on earth that was all about.
There are five or six different houses that I 'see' in that way, very briefly. It's been going on for many years now. And when I see them for
those few seconds, it's as if I'm really there. The atmosphere is different in each one, but each feels like 'mine'. One of them carries with it
a very depressing feeling, despite the fact it's always in full sun. I only see the back of the place and it's in a state of disrepair.
In two of these repeated flash-visions, I see women, both different, who I suppose could be 'me' in different lives. The houses and locations of
the two women are very different, but --- and I don't know how or why this happens -- they are very familiar to me. The feeling in each is one of:
" ahhhh -- I'm home. God it feels good to be back ". Yes, it's strange to actually put it into words. In another of the flash visions, I see a
very clinical laboratory or hospital setting and it's in Europe: Germany is my guess. And once again, I feel instantly as if 'this' is where
I'm supposed to be; 'this' is where I belong. And it's a lovely feeling, to be 'there' for a split second. Then it's all gone and I'm back
here in my 'real' life; left with a momentary pang of regret that I'm here and not 'there'. Then I shrug it off and get on with whatever I'm
On occasion too, I see and hear ordinary people (strangers) going on with what seem like ordinary lives. It's only for a split second. The people I
'see' might be talking on a balcony or at a bus-stop or arguing in a kitchen -- whatever. Then a second later, it's all gone and I'm 'back to
I'm very ordinary myself. Not schizophrenic or epileptic. Not on any form (and never have been) of medication. Lead a normal and busy lifestyle.
I've learned that others occasionally experience the same thing and like me, they're left wondering and bemused and often feel a momentary pang of
'homesickness' for the places they've 'seen' (or 'revisited')
What can this mean? Well, it may be living proof that we are all 'connected', as we've been told many times. Or it may mean we are all living
multiple lives simultaneously, despite our being mostly unaware of it. Or (as my grandfather apparently speculated years ago) it may be that we are
not actually 'living' any lives at all, but instead are simply observing lives being lived, with varying degrees of involvement.
I believe sleep and 'dreams' should be taken into account also. These are things that are taken for granted and for which science has many
explanations and theories. The fact is however, quite a lot goes on when we're 'just ordinarily' sleeping and dreaming. We see the future quite
often (and probably far more often than is generally realised) when we're 'just dreaming'. Many of us go to the SAME place and interact with the
SAME people, time after time, when we're 'just dreaming' and often 'return' with feelings of homesickness for the place we've been. If it
weren't for the fact we've been told we've been 'just dreaming' we'd believe we'd been to a REAL place, because the feeling is identical to
that of 'real life '. It's reasonable to suspect that perhaps we DO have OTHER 'real lives' in addition to the one we believe we're living
Which leads to the speculation that the 'life' we are leading right here and now MAY BE 'just a dream' we're having while we're asleep in
some OTHER life, in some other dimension.
I suspect most of us actually work very hard at ignoring a lot of what goes on inside our heads.