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Originally posted by Clarky
Its difficuilt to put into words but its like theres lots of different levels which get more wierd and eerie the higher I go.
Originally posted by Clarky
Its hard to get all these different feelings across into a post like this but I guess im hoping most of this makes sense to some and they can relate.
Originally posted by Enyalius
*shivers at Bodebliss's reply* mentioning 2 "sects" there. I like to experiment but those fall in the catagory which I wished never to have delved into. Just like the idea of the Intellectual Design nonsence.
Originally posted by theRiverGoddess
A most excellant OOBE last night
Just a quiet little bit of the usuall 'sound' and I lifted......I called for visual clarity and there it was!......I could clearly see everything in my room, and I headed out the window.
I was out in the backyard and said......."well helpers and guides, show me what you think I need to see".....and WHOOSH I was moving very fast......then I was elsewhere (not in the 3D world we know)...I saw flashes of faces in front of me. Some familiar and some not. I then asked to SEE some people I know, and was imediatly rewarded with flashes of the faces of who I requested.....noone was speaking to me, I was just watching the faces like a slide show. I then was shown some animals I have had as pets who have died.......they looked fine and happy, and I do not know if this was flashes of them from the past or as they are now. Where ever they are they looked happy and healthy.....
I decided I needed to return and sleep....I had to get up early and did not want to be dragging and sleepy, so BLAM I went back to my body. It did not last long though, for I felt myself lifting again....and I went off on some other adventure.....it was very black, but a pinpoint of light could be seen in the distance. The light grew larger as I seemed to get closer, and I entered this place of light. There were people there and they were talking to me but I can not tell you what they were saying (I just do not remember ) I do know I was at this place for quite a while and I was busy doing 'something' there, but I do not clearly recall WHAT I was doing.
I do remember at this juncture that I crossed over into a NON CONCIOUS OOBE for I was just plain tired and went unconcious of my OOBE doings as a way of attempting to get some sleep.
Soooooooooooo my doings then became some type of a dreaming adventure. This makes me suspicious of just how many adventure dreams we all have that are NOT dreams at all but actuall events.
[edit on 13-9-2006 by theRiverGoddess]
The Exteriorization of Guy Wisp
by K. Knoss
Copyright © 1996
Some readers will remember my account of my first interview with Elron Hubbahubba. I had been in telephone communication with Mr. Hubbahubba in the intervening time, but had not had the opportunity to visit him since, despite his continuing offers to do so. Recently, my affairs took me to the South, and I arranged to meet with Mr. Hubbahubba at his plant, to learn about some recent advances in e-meter technology.
When I arrived, early in the morning, I was met in the lobby by Guy Wisp. Guy Wisp is (or was, but that's the subject of this account) the Director of Research for Elron's company, Scientific Spiritual Technology. I had met him during my first visit with Elron, and had been somewhat spooked by him. He was certainly not the person I wanted to meet.
"Hello", he said. "I'm sorry, but I'm the only one here right now. Elron and the rest of the staff are in ***********. They're not sure how long they'll be there. I'm expecting a phone call any time now. Anyway, Elron told me you were coming, and extends his apologies. He also asked me to fill you in on the e-meter discoveries."
It was against my better instincts that I followed Guy into the lab. He was still so skinny as to be gaunt, and have the appearance of starvation, but his skin was not gray, as it had been before, and had more of a creamy white appearance. Somehow, he wasn't quite as creepy. I tried for some small talk.
"You're looking fit", I said. "Been working out?"
His reaction to this was completely unexpected. He whirled around with a look of consternation on his face, his black eyes almost popping from their hollow sockets.
"What?", he said. "Wait here." And he ran into the bathroom. He was out almost immediately, saying something under his breath that sounded like "They're coming back. They're coming back".
He grabbed my arm, and despite his small size and weight propelled me forcibly into a room. The room contained a table with an e-meter on it, and two chairs on opposite sides of it. He pushed me roughly into one of the chairs.
"You're going to audit me", he said, somehow menacingly. "You're my only chance, you've got to audit me".
I was so overwhelmed by the suddeness of the shift in his demeanor and actions that I could only squeak.
"I don't know anything about auditing", I said.
"You'll have to learn", he said. "I'll give you the 30-second version of it." He opened a cabinet on the wall and pulled out a couple sheets of paper, containing both typewritten material and what were apparently notes in someone's handwriting.
"Mass is intention", he said. "We have to locate intentions and incidents and implants and confusions and erase them to lose mass. You help me locate these by asking the questions on this sheet". He gestured at one of the sheets of the paper. "You have to demand it. Really mean it. Make me believe you mean it. And watch the meter. Turn the knob to keep the needle on the dial. Follow the needle with the knob, got it? The needle will go up while I'm locating the intention. If it goes up slowly, or sort of wanders around, you need to re-ask the question, even more forcibly. Don't worry about BT ARC breaks, I won't have that problem. Or tell me to identify the intent. When I locate the intention, I'll tell you. You'll also recognize it in the meter. Then tell me to go back to the beginning. The needle will go down. Keep following it all the way to the bottom. When the needle stops, the incident is erased. Then go to the next question."
I could only look at him dumbly. He shoved the paper in front of me, sat down in the chair opposite, and took the e-meter cans in his hands. "Start", he commanded.
"Spot a cognition", I read from the paper.
"No", Guy said. "Adjust the meter first. Then say 'Start'. Then demand, compel the question."
I twiddled the knob on the e-meter until the needle centered on the dial. "Start!" I said. The loudness in my voice surprised me. The needle began to move, and I wondered how I was going to be able to follow the needle and read the bizarre list of commands at the same time. "Spot a cognition!", I commanded.
And so we proceeded, command after inane command. The expression on Guy's face told me if I was doing OK, or if something was wrong, and with that as a guide, I felt after a bit that I was beginning to get the hang of it. As we proceeded, I felt that Guy's appearance was changing. He seemed to become somehow more translucent, less material, even while air the room seem to take a darker quality, sort of like a mist. I attributed this to some sort of tiring, or possibly a hypnotic effect resulting from the endless, droning list of meaningless questions and endless twiddling of the knob to follow the needle.
Suddenly the needle began to jerk violently from one side of the dial to the other. I looked at Guy, hopelessly. "The needle's bouncing", I said.
If possible, his pallor whitened. "Rock slam!" he said. "The meter's full. Get a new one!" He motioned at a cabinet behind me.
I turned and opened the cabinet. Inside was three rows of meters, of all different colors, in clear plastic boxes. I thought of asking Guy which color he preferred, but the urgency in his voice told me not to do so. I grabbed one, opened the box, and took out the meter, even as he swept the old one off the table into a corner. He grabbed the new cans, and we were off again.
The process was exhausting, and as time wore on, I had to focus more and more on following the needle by turning the knob. During one set of particularly convoluted commands, I had to watch the meter very closely. I was completely unnerved at Guy's appearance when I looked up at the end of the set. It looked like his ears had separated from his head, and were hovering about an inch away from it. As I stared, gaping, the ears appeared to reattach themselves to the head, but not quite in the same position as they were originally.
"Continue!", Guy shrieked, almost in desperation. But it wasn't just Guy's voice. There was another voice that somehow spoke directly to my mind. And as I listened, I heard yet another voice, making something like a groaning noise. And I began the next set of commands.......