The Esoteric, the Paranormal and Border Phenomena

Twenty years ago, not long after my father’s death, I began suffering from panic disorder. To combat the anxiety I started meditating frequently, often several times a day. As time passed, my meditations became deeper and more encompassing, and eventually I began to have what I can only describe as out of body experiences

Now I’d had a couple of out of body experiences as an adolescent, but these were accidental and always uncontrolled.

In the OOBs I experienced as a result of my meditations, I would frequently find myself hovering above my own body, looking down. At first this was enough to snap me back into my body and shake me from my meditation, but eventually I began travelling “further afield”.

I would frequently discover myself flying, floating… more like barrelling…. down a street at top speed. It was a pleasant looking street, tree-lined, with clap-board houses - mostly painted white - set beyond the sidewalks. Very ordinary looking, not ostentatious at all. I would then turn from the street and move up one of the driveways, toward a white house with a front door of paned glass. The moment I would get past the threshold I would re-enter my body and emergy from my meditation.

I visited this street numerous times, and became increasingly aware, with each visit, of what seemed to be an upsurge of energy seething and boiling from beneath the ground. I began to feel that I wasn’t in my universe, if that makes any sense.

After months of these experiences I went back to my hometown to visit my mother. I’d been gone for some time and when I arrived there I went straight to her house without seeing any of the town. I was tired from my trip and decided to have a nap on the living-room sofa.

Almost immediately I found myself outside my body, looking down on my hometown from a great height. I could seen new buildings that had been built since I was last there (I later confirmed what I saw). I gradually became aware of a throb or a pulse underlying my surroundings, and the pulse slowly coalesced into a strange, repetitive music.

I saw floating in the distance a man, naked. He moved toward me as the music became louder. He grabbed my forarms with his hands and I grabbed his, our bodies stretched out into a plane, we began to turn in mid-air, like a wheel. His arms began to slip from my grasp as we wheeled in the sky, and soon I was holding not his fore-arms but his hands. I heard a voice speak from beneath the layers of music, “Let go.”

And I did.

I plummeted back into my body and found myself paralysed, but moving rapidly through what seemed to be a tunnel, but the motion wasn’t quite motion. It was more as if I were completely still, and the world was shifting around me. It was terrifying. I knew I had to move something, anything, and I remember trying desperately move my fingers.

I don’t remember doing so, but I must have because suddenly the shift ceased and order returned. I was back on the sofa. But I felt different. Or rather, everything else felt different.

For weeks after that experience, I felt as if my world had changed ever so slightly, but in some real and basic way that I could intuit, but not directly perceive. It took quite a while to adjust to my new world but ever since then I’ve been firmly convinced that where I am now is not quite the same as where I started out.

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