Quote:Dave-
We don't allow anyone to go to America without sprucing them up at the airports.
They are as you thought they would be in their natural habitat.
Thank u; I got a good chuckle from that.
Quote:I have a great deal of trouble with our accents.
In America, there r some discernible differences of speech,
but not to the extent of interfering with understanding.
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I've never had any out of body experiences without a lady being in the room.
I presume you discount those as being merely the loss of one's bearings
and what you mean is floating up to the ceiling and looking down upon yourself. What's it like?
Permit me to preface my answer to your question
with assurances of my having avoided drugs or having fallen ill; no fevers, etc.
I 've only had a few out-of-body experiences and thay were all very brief.
The first was in a school for ESP, inter alia; an offshoot of
Silva Mind Control,
whose students were asked to lie down and perform remote clairvoyant heath
readings (like Edgar Caycee) on one another 's friends.
For this purpose, I was paired off with a lady who was unknown to me;
another student, one with whom I had never spoken.
I told her my mother 's name n address.
She
astounded me with extremely specific descriptions of my
mother 's symptoms, some of which were very unusual indeed.
(I am tempted to use the word "unique".)
The condition of my mother 's health, I deemed private.
I made no mention of my mother to any person there,
nor to any person 's health before this event.
The people by whom I was surrounded were strangers; I kept silent.
I then had to return the favor and attempted to do so,
with unimpressive results, but as I was in conversation with her,
I felt that the lower part of my body (from my chest down)
abruptly moved by 90 degrees of arc.
This first oobe was incomplete -- not a complete separation.
As I was supine upon the very thick, soft rug, in active conversation,
I felt that from my chest on down, I was floating up n down,
as tho I were floating on an ocean, with waves going under me.
This continued for about 5 minutes; I liked it.
The next time that it occurred was upon the occasion of my
being informed of my mother 's death in a hospital.
If u had been there to witness this,
u 'd have seen a guy walking around the room
shaking hands with his relatives and thanking them
for their support during his mother 's last months on Earth,
but when this happened I felt that what I intuitively knew
was
The REAL ME was discharged upward, into blackness.
I saw the scene below, with my ambulatory expressions of gratitude.
I saw it, and I also saw my relatives thru my material eyes, normally.
Several years thereafter, I was having lunch at a fast food place near
my law office. I was holding a hamburger, with my mouth fully prepared
to execute its ingestive function, every tooth as sharp as necessary,
when I found myself outside in a parking lot in front of a real estate
office, looking thru a window of the restaurant, about 30 feet therefrom.
I saw myself inside holding the aforesaid hamburger.
That lasted less than 2 seconds.
A few years later, I was taking a deposition of testimony in court.
At the time, I was a practicing trial attorney, having taken 100s of depostions,
to which I had become very accustomed.
It is a process of question and answer cyclically over n over,
for several hours; sometimes a rhythm is established.
In such a circumstance, I found myself across the courtroom
about 30 away looking at myself deposing the witness,
half laffing at myself across the room. Again, its duration was
about 2 seconds; maybe less. I liked it.
Quote:Do you have to be in Mensa to do it.
I 'm not really supposed to reveal this,
but
the by-laws have some fine print.
Don t ask me about getting into Heaven either . . . .
I m not supposed to blab.
David