Experiences 2
Tales from the Crypt
My own first experience is detailed in the guide but there have been many more since. One of the most productive times for me was when incarcerated for a fairly long period. I found that when you've read all the decent books available and have zero interest in your surroundings, whatever it is that exists inside you will get bored and restless. This isn't your average Sunday afternoon bored and restless either, it is a deep yearning and longing for freedom that goes on for months until you are convinced you are being driven potty!
I was reading and lying on my bunk with my cellmate close by, writing home. I remember it was a Sunday afternoon and the book was tedious. Something I didn't really want to read at all. I lay back and closed my eyes. Within an instant, literally 15 seconds I found myself idly looking at the cork pin up board beside the bed. This contained the time-honoured girlie boob type pics and as i looked at one of the photos I realised that it had changed position. Instead of occupying the position it had held for almost a year, the extreme left of the board furthest away from me, it was now on the extreme right, the closest area to my head. Apart from this everything else seemed normal. I recall feeling kind of weird and opened my eyes to see that the photo was back in its normal position.
This really amazed me. I did not allow myself to become too excited by this and realised my mind must be playing tricks on me. I closed my eyes again to try and repeat the phenomenon. Amazingly the same thing happened, within moments the picture again occupied the space I knew it was not physically at!
All I realised that this was an OOBE or at least a part OOBE. My mind had reconstructed the scene before me but, as is usual, had messed up on some of the details. Why this happens I really dont know. I endeavoured to relax as deeply as I could while keeping that photo in plain sight.
The weird thing was that I found I could make the photo switch between it's real position and the fake one simply by opening my eyes. It took a little bit of effort like shaking yourself awake, so I realised I had dropped down into a slightly less conscious level even though it was not apparent to any great extent.
I decided to experiment with this further while the going was good. I closed my eyes again, and again the photo took up its fake position at the nearest part of the cork board. It was then I attempted to move my eyes to the extreme left to take in my nearby cell-mate (still blissfully unaware of what was happening scribbling away to the woman who'd long since run off with someone else).
Instead of my eyes moving, it was as if my whole head was turning, even though i knew it was perfectly still, almost like some inner head that could rotate inside the physical one. Nothing will describe to you the incredibly odd feeling as my whole perception shifted from virtually overhead to the left without moving head or eyes.
I began to take it further, after several shifts between the cork board and Lenny I decided to try to communicate with Lenny, which was hard enough in when upright. "Hey Lenny." I called, but he gave no response. I found, to my amazement that I was able to rotate my perception a full 360 degrees, so that i was looking down into the pillow and back up around the other side and back to the cork board. When the shock of this had been brought under some sort of control, I continued with these 360 degree sweeps until it became quite nauseating. I remember feeling quite euphoric about this and wanted to shout, hey everybody guess what I just did, only I couldn't speak at all, not physically anyway. My mind said the words but my physical voice couldn't follow through.
It was only when the bell sounded for Sunday tea and the afternoon head-count that my physical body became too energised to do this anymore. I have managed to repeat this exercise several times since this (1988) experience, but never to the same extent. Looking through closed eyes is about as good as it gets these days but it's still the oddest feeling in the world.
Prison, it has to be said, although not recommended by me as the in place to be, has one or two things going for it regarding OOBES. It fulfills the criteria mentioned earlier regarding all the things needed to achieve an oobes and then some.
STRESS - Who wouldn't be stressed in there and for large parts of the day.
LONGING TO BE ELSEWHERE - Well Dahhhh!
NO UNHEALTHY EATING - One of the best diets in the world is the UK Prison diet. You haven't eaten this well since your schooldays. It contains very few additives and sugar. You thought Atkins was good try this if you get the opportunity. (On second thoughts, don't)
It didn't take more than 1 week for the experiences to start occuring after conviction. I had been moved to another cell after being de-categorised from a 'B' to a 'C'. For those who don't know Bs are considered an escape risk and are usually kept on their own until gaining a bit of trust and downgraded. I didn't like or trust my new cellmate. In fact I didn't like or trust anyone at all then. Which was a feeling also highly conducive to OOBE states. I was always ready for anything. The week I first arriuved in C Wing at Wandsworth in London, someone ended up brain damaged for life after getting hit with a PP9 battery in a sock. His crime? His visitor had forgotten to bring his drug order and the credit he had been living on, on the strength of it couldn't be paid. In that kind of atmosphere one is paranoid all the time and it takes a lot a lot of Neuric energy to keep it up day after day.
One day, after being moved to another prison, I was working in what they called shop 1, (making light fittings for £4 a week). After a few weeks I found I could easily make the quota required way before tea time and this is where the trouble starts. One convict decided he wouldn't bother making his own and would simply steal mine. There was a fight and he ended up stabbed with a screwdriver. Unfortunately it was only one of those small crosshead types that electricians use and about three inches long, which was all they would trust us with.
Next thing I knew it was like 4th of July had come early. The sirens were going, the cons were all running around and about twenty screw arrived. That's no exaggeration. Talk about over-react! I was hauled off to the block being held onto by four of them and surrounded by six more. It was quite pathetic as I was not struggling at all. The block was an interesting place. All single cells containing as it turned out, the Holloway bent coppers and two sex offenders. The holloway copper case was big news in the late eighties. A van load of Britains finest had stopped and searched two Asian Boys and had ebded up beating them up really badly and about 5 coppers had got two years each.
Anyone in the Block on punishment was not let out at the same time as the bent coppers or the sex offenders. So when they were locked away they would let me out and when they were out I would be locked in. I was the only one on punishment so had the place to myself. The only thing was the oobes came thick and fast over the seven day period. One particular night I was constantly nodding off to sleep only to awaken at any noise in the block. Suddenly my body went completely rigid and I could feel hands grabbing at me and trying to haul me out of bed. I was alone with the door locked. As I hit the floor gently, I realised I was out of my body and that the physical me was still in the bed. (I could see my right foot hanging over the side). I hardly dared to open my eyes for fear of what might be there.
To my amazement, two young girls had a hold of a leg each and were dragging me along the ground. They were both dressed in what appeared to be white nightclothes and spoke softly to me as if I were a little kid. I was soon struggling like a maniac to shake them off when I realised where they were dragging me.
Right in the centre of the ceiling, a large hole opened up and curiously bordering this hole was a low circular brick wall, perhaps four or five rows, hanging down. It reminded me of an upside down well and the only wish running through my mind at that moment ran along the lines of "FOR F**** SAKE LEAVE ME ALONE"
The lunacy of the situation became worse as the girls now lifted off the ground and through the hole, dragging me with them. All the time they were whispering things like "Dont worry" and "Dont be afraid" But I was worried and more afraid of them than any inmate in that prison, even the psychos in E Wing! I wasn't quite ready to meet anyone on any higher plane and grabbed onto that brick wall and hung on as if my life depended on it but still they pulled. I looked into the void above me and could see it was a long tunnel leading upward. Although I could no longer see the girls I could see their hands clamped around my ankles. This was not a bright white tunnel, it was more a kind of looking down a well colour, dark mostly, but lighter than the room i was in.
At last I managed to break their grip and tumbled right onto my physical body where I sat up in bed, studying the ceiling for any signs of the intruders and unable to sleep in case they should return.
My own first experience is detailed in the guide but there have been many more since. One of the most productive times for me was when incarcerated for a fairly long period. I found that when you've read all the decent books available and have zero interest in your surroundings, whatever it is that exists inside you will get bored and restless. This isn't your average Sunday afternoon bored and restless either, it is a deep yearning and longing for freedom that goes on for months until you are convinced you are being driven potty!
I was reading and lying on my bunk with my cellmate close by, writing home. I remember it was a Sunday afternoon and the book was tedious. Something I didn't really want to read at all. I lay back and closed my eyes. Within an instant, literally 15 seconds I found myself idly looking at the cork pin up board beside the bed. This contained the time-honoured girlie boob type pics and as i looked at one of the photos I realised that it had changed position. Instead of occupying the position it had held for almost a year, the extreme left of the board furthest away from me, it was now on the extreme right, the closest area to my head. Apart from this everything else seemed normal. I recall feeling kind of weird and opened my eyes to see that the photo was back in its normal position.
This really amazed me. I did not allow myself to become too excited by this and realised my mind must be playing tricks on me. I closed my eyes again to try and repeat the phenomenon. Amazingly the same thing happened, within moments the picture again occupied the space I knew it was not physically at!
All I realised that this was an OOBE or at least a part OOBE. My mind had reconstructed the scene before me but, as is usual, had messed up on some of the details. Why this happens I really dont know. I endeavoured to relax as deeply as I could while keeping that photo in plain sight.
The weird thing was that I found I could make the photo switch between it's real position and the fake one simply by opening my eyes. It took a little bit of effort like shaking yourself awake, so I realised I had dropped down into a slightly less conscious level even though it was not apparent to any great extent.
I decided to experiment with this further while the going was good. I closed my eyes again, and again the photo took up its fake position at the nearest part of the cork board. It was then I attempted to move my eyes to the extreme left to take in my nearby cell-mate (still blissfully unaware of what was happening scribbling away to the woman who'd long since run off with someone else).
Instead of my eyes moving, it was as if my whole head was turning, even though i knew it was perfectly still, almost like some inner head that could rotate inside the physical one. Nothing will describe to you the incredibly odd feeling as my whole perception shifted from virtually overhead to the left without moving head or eyes.
I began to take it further, after several shifts between the cork board and Lenny I decided to try to communicate with Lenny, which was hard enough in when upright. "Hey Lenny." I called, but he gave no response. I found, to my amazement that I was able to rotate my perception a full 360 degrees, so that i was looking down into the pillow and back up around the other side and back to the cork board. When the shock of this had been brought under some sort of control, I continued with these 360 degree sweeps until it became quite nauseating. I remember feeling quite euphoric about this and wanted to shout, hey everybody guess what I just did, only I couldn't speak at all, not physically anyway. My mind said the words but my physical voice couldn't follow through.
It was only when the bell sounded for Sunday tea and the afternoon head-count that my physical body became too energised to do this anymore. I have managed to repeat this exercise several times since this (1988) experience, but never to the same extent. Looking through closed eyes is about as good as it gets these days but it's still the oddest feeling in the world.
Prison, it has to be said, although not recommended by me as the in place to be, has one or two things going for it regarding OOBES. It fulfills the criteria mentioned earlier regarding all the things needed to achieve an oobes and then some.
STRESS - Who wouldn't be stressed in there and for large parts of the day.
LONGING TO BE ELSEWHERE - Well Dahhhh!
NO UNHEALTHY EATING - One of the best diets in the world is the UK Prison diet. You haven't eaten this well since your schooldays. It contains very few additives and sugar. You thought Atkins was good try this if you get the opportunity. (On second thoughts, don't)
It didn't take more than 1 week for the experiences to start occuring after conviction. I had been moved to another cell after being de-categorised from a 'B' to a 'C'. For those who don't know Bs are considered an escape risk and are usually kept on their own until gaining a bit of trust and downgraded. I didn't like or trust my new cellmate. In fact I didn't like or trust anyone at all then. Which was a feeling also highly conducive to OOBE states. I was always ready for anything. The week I first arriuved in C Wing at Wandsworth in London, someone ended up brain damaged for life after getting hit with a PP9 battery in a sock. His crime? His visitor had forgotten to bring his drug order and the credit he had been living on, on the strength of it couldn't be paid. In that kind of atmosphere one is paranoid all the time and it takes a lot a lot of Neuric energy to keep it up day after day.
One day, after being moved to another prison, I was working in what they called shop 1, (making light fittings for £4 a week). After a few weeks I found I could easily make the quota required way before tea time and this is where the trouble starts. One convict decided he wouldn't bother making his own and would simply steal mine. There was a fight and he ended up stabbed with a screwdriver. Unfortunately it was only one of those small crosshead types that electricians use and about three inches long, which was all they would trust us with.
Next thing I knew it was like 4th of July had come early. The sirens were going, the cons were all running around and about twenty screw arrived. That's no exaggeration. Talk about over-react! I was hauled off to the block being held onto by four of them and surrounded by six more. It was quite pathetic as I was not struggling at all. The block was an interesting place. All single cells containing as it turned out, the Holloway bent coppers and two sex offenders. The holloway copper case was big news in the late eighties. A van load of Britains finest had stopped and searched two Asian Boys and had ebded up beating them up really badly and about 5 coppers had got two years each.
Anyone in the Block on punishment was not let out at the same time as the bent coppers or the sex offenders. So when they were locked away they would let me out and when they were out I would be locked in. I was the only one on punishment so had the place to myself. The only thing was the oobes came thick and fast over the seven day period. One particular night I was constantly nodding off to sleep only to awaken at any noise in the block. Suddenly my body went completely rigid and I could feel hands grabbing at me and trying to haul me out of bed. I was alone with the door locked. As I hit the floor gently, I realised I was out of my body and that the physical me was still in the bed. (I could see my right foot hanging over the side). I hardly dared to open my eyes for fear of what might be there.
To my amazement, two young girls had a hold of a leg each and were dragging me along the ground. They were both dressed in what appeared to be white nightclothes and spoke softly to me as if I were a little kid. I was soon struggling like a maniac to shake them off when I realised where they were dragging me.
Right in the centre of the ceiling, a large hole opened up and curiously bordering this hole was a low circular brick wall, perhaps four or five rows, hanging down. It reminded me of an upside down well and the only wish running through my mind at that moment ran along the lines of "FOR F**** SAKE LEAVE ME ALONE"
The lunacy of the situation became worse as the girls now lifted off the ground and through the hole, dragging me with them. All the time they were whispering things like "Dont worry" and "Dont be afraid" But I was worried and more afraid of them than any inmate in that prison, even the psychos in E Wing! I wasn't quite ready to meet anyone on any higher plane and grabbed onto that brick wall and hung on as if my life depended on it but still they pulled. I looked into the void above me and could see it was a long tunnel leading upward. Although I could no longer see the girls I could see their hands clamped around my ankles. This was not a bright white tunnel, it was more a kind of looking down a well colour, dark mostly, but lighter than the room i was in.
At last I managed to break their grip and tumbled right onto my physical body where I sat up in bed, studying the ceiling for any signs of the intruders and unable to sleep in case they should return.
