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The Out of Body Experience
How 3
Another Powerful OOB Trigger
Stress of any kind is another trigger to the OOBE. It has to be genuine stress too. If you are the type of person who can turn a molehill in your life into a mountain, so much the better. Coupled with an interrupted sleep pattern there really should be no stopping you! In a nutshell the ldeal OOBE scenario would be a dramatic change in sleeping time coupled with a major worry. A worry big enough to keep you mulling over it for ages.
This is me completely. I am fairly paranoid at the best of times and on retiring to bed my train of thoughts usually run along the lines of are the cats safe, followed by an in depth mental check on my constant overspending and outrageous eating habits and then trying to work out a chapter on one of my writing projects until I have literally worked myself up to the point way past when sleep will come naturally.
The book might not be going well and I am usually overcome at some point with the notion that the ages I have spent slaving over a manuscript are really a complete waste of time as it is never going to work out is it?
The self doubts are never far away for most of us and I am no exception.
Then I'll play over various conversations I've had during the day, examining everything for signs of double meanings and things I might have missed. This is me and while it is a form of paranoia it is ideal for this subject.
I never retire to bed with the notion I must try to get out tonight or anything similar. In fact, the opposite is far truer. "I hope it leaves me the hell alone tonight" is far closer to my thoughts. Of course after an hour of laying there, mentally boiling over while my poor body begs for sleep there come a point where the mundane me simply insists enough is enough and tries to switch me off. The subconscious is there in an instant. I'm the boss and I say when we turn the lights out. Mundane me is too knackered to argue and has already left the auditorium!
Wham...... the key signals begin and I am locked tight in paralysis, cursing my rotten luck at being plaqued with such a horrible burden.
We live in a small flat on the outskirts of life (well Clapham, South London really). The sitting room and bedroom are close together but this makes no difference as one might as well be in another country once paralysed and in this odd pre OOB state.
My pre sleep routine is the same now as it was forty years ago. I lay on my back for about ten minutes and then flip onto my side (usually right). I am not consciously "trying" to do anything. By the time I realise it is happening, it is already too late to try and shrug it off. I am quite stuck and unable to move at all.
Now the oddest thing is that I am quite unable to shout as I can't open my mouth and my vocal chords feel as though they have been doused with resin glue. The only sound I am able to make is a kind of deep throated grunting that appears to come from somewhere well below my neck. Now this sound, to me anyway, appears loud enough to wake the dead and I imagine my neighbours can hear it, although they are the types who would not raise an eyebrow if one was being buggered to death by the creepy hill billies in pulp fiction, it's hardly a worry. This goes on for a minute or so until I am able to attract my partner's attention. As soon as she lays a hand on me, that's it, the spell is broken and I will sit up and say, "Well you took your time."or something similar to which she will answer that she didn't hear anything and that I've not made a sound higher than a whimper.
Now this is interesting because wherever I am during this period, I am clearly not spiritually in bed ready to fall asleep. I imagine I am making a racket loud enough to have people ringing the police to report a murder, yet the wife tells me I am quiet. I honestly believed for a long time that my wife was getting back at me for some wrong I'd caused her in the past by not coming to my aid when I was clearly being attacked by something big and horrible from another dimension, but even my daughter reports she hears nothing either.
For those of you really serious and willing to undergo a bit of discomfort this will get results, especially if your mind and body have become accustomed to regular sleeping and waking patterns over a long period of time.
Another Powerful OOB Trigger
Stress of any kind is another trigger to the OOBE. It has to be genuine stress too. If you are the type of person who can turn a molehill in your life into a mountain, so much the better. Coupled with an interrupted sleep pattern there really should be no stopping you! In a nutshell the ldeal OOBE scenario would be a dramatic change in sleeping time coupled with a major worry. A worry big enough to keep you mulling over it for ages.
This is me completely. I am fairly paranoid at the best of times and on retiring to bed my train of thoughts usually run along the lines of are the cats safe, followed by an in depth mental check on my constant overspending and outrageous eating habits and then trying to work out a chapter on one of my writing projects until I have literally worked myself up to the point way past when sleep will come naturally.
The book might not be going well and I am usually overcome at some point with the notion that the ages I have spent slaving over a manuscript are really a complete waste of time as it is never going to work out is it?
The self doubts are never far away for most of us and I am no exception.
Then I'll play over various conversations I've had during the day, examining everything for signs of double meanings and things I might have missed. This is me and while it is a form of paranoia it is ideal for this subject.
I never retire to bed with the notion I must try to get out tonight or anything similar. In fact, the opposite is far truer. "I hope it leaves me the hell alone tonight" is far closer to my thoughts. Of course after an hour of laying there, mentally boiling over while my poor body begs for sleep there come a point where the mundane me simply insists enough is enough and tries to switch me off. The subconscious is there in an instant. I'm the boss and I say when we turn the lights out. Mundane me is too knackered to argue and has already left the auditorium!
Wham...... the key signals begin and I am locked tight in paralysis, cursing my rotten luck at being plaqued with such a horrible burden.
We live in a small flat on the outskirts of life (well Clapham, South London really). The sitting room and bedroom are close together but this makes no difference as one might as well be in another country once paralysed and in this odd pre OOB state.
My pre sleep routine is the same now as it was forty years ago. I lay on my back for about ten minutes and then flip onto my side (usually right). I am not consciously "trying" to do anything. By the time I realise it is happening, it is already too late to try and shrug it off. I am quite stuck and unable to move at all.
Now the oddest thing is that I am quite unable to shout as I can't open my mouth and my vocal chords feel as though they have been doused with resin glue. The only sound I am able to make is a kind of deep throated grunting that appears to come from somewhere well below my neck. Now this sound, to me anyway, appears loud enough to wake the dead and I imagine my neighbours can hear it, although they are the types who would not raise an eyebrow if one was being buggered to death by the creepy hill billies in pulp fiction, it's hardly a worry. This goes on for a minute or so until I am able to attract my partner's attention. As soon as she lays a hand on me, that's it, the spell is broken and I will sit up and say, "Well you took your time."or something similar to which she will answer that she didn't hear anything and that I've not made a sound higher than a whimper.
Now this is interesting because wherever I am during this period, I am clearly not spiritually in bed ready to fall asleep. I imagine I am making a racket loud enough to have people ringing the police to report a murder, yet the wife tells me I am quiet. I honestly believed for a long time that my wife was getting back at me for some wrong I'd caused her in the past by not coming to my aid when I was clearly being attacked by something big and horrible from another dimension, but even my daughter reports she hears nothing either.
For those of you really serious and willing to undergo a bit of discomfort this will get results, especially if your mind and body have become accustomed to regular sleeping and waking patterns over a long period of time.
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