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Introduction: I’ve combined three types of blogs and entered the applicable number after the blog title:
(1) OBEs as I remembered them, but some with minor modification due to memory lapses.
(2) OBEs as I remembered them, but with some added fictional characters, dialogue and/or settings for dramatic purposes.
(3) OBEs as I remembered them, but with mostly added fictional characters, dialogue and/or settings for dramatic purposes.
Blog #1
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The Beginning (1)
They began when I was in my late 20’s. I was laying on my left side at the edge of bed. I can’t sleep on my back, so I alternate right and left side sleeping. A tingling started in my toes, then increased to body waves, waves of energy coursing from my feet up through my body. The waves caused a pleasant feeling that would last less than thirty seconds, then I was back to normal. These occurrences happened approximately every three to four weeks, on rare occasions every two weeks.
After about six months, an episode of the energy waves coursing through my body caused me to roll; it felt like I was going to rolling off the bed. On the third or fourth episode, I did roll off the bed and hit the floor. I tried to get up and stand, but I couldn’t. Then suddenly, I was back in bed and I had never physically rolled off to the floor.
The occurrences gradually evolved over the next few years. As a side note, the pleasant body tingling sensation always lasted the entire episode until I was back in bed. After experiencing the energy waves and rolling to the floor numerous times, I was eventually able to stand up and look around the room. The first few times this happened, my room looked normal and after a few minutes I was suddenly back in bed.
The third time this happened, I was startled to discover I wasn’t in my own bedroom at home. The windows were different sizes and locations, the entry door wasn’t on the same wall, the closet wasn’t there, etc. And every time this happened from then on, each bedroom was unique.
I tried to walk and was able to take a few steps. But I soon realized I could zip around through the air. I flew, bouncing from wall to wall, wall to floor and wall to ceiling. Also, the more advanced I became with the out-of-body experience, the easier it was. It always started with the energy waves coursing through my body while in bed, but eventually after the waves hit I was just instantly zipping around the room; no more rolling to the floor and struggling to get up.
After a few episodes of this, I got bored and tried to leave the room by opening the closed bedroom door, but it wouldn’t open. I even tried to fly through the door and through a closed window, but to no avail. Each time this happened, I became increasingly exasperated by being trapped in the room.
I decided to try escaping through the ceiling and, surprisingly enough, I had some success. I could easily get through the drywall, but despite clawing and pulling myself upward, I couldn’t get through the insulation. I would grab and try to pull myself up to the roof through the insulation over and over again. Although it was only about 1-1 ⁄ 2 feet thick, it took all the strength I had to move up even an inch because of the intense downward pressure being applied to me.
This went on for approximately six attempts over the next four to five months. I wanted the OBE (out-of-body experience) to happen every night, in part because the tingling sensation was very pleasant. But, in my experiences, no matter how badly it’s wanted, this cannot be forced. It will only happen when it happens.
The first time I finally broke through the ceiling, I was astounded by the sight of planets and stars! I also saw three forms in the distance. As I got closer, I realized they were ghostly humanlike figures. They looked at me and I could tell they were curious as to who or what I was. I flew off, but I can’t recall anything after that.
I was back in bed.
During my next OBE, I easily went through my open window. My body had that wonderful tingling sensation as I flew over neighborhood after neighborhood. I finally landed on a street, walked up to a house and entered. I didn’t have the problem of opening a door like I had in my own bedroom. I was now free from restraints and felt I could go anywhere. I walked through the house, entered a bedroom and saw a couple in their bed. Watching people sleep without the worry of awakening them was an odd feeling.
I left and flew toward tall buildings in the downtown area. I assumed I was in my hometown, but I didn’t recognize this city at all. Everything was different. I was not at home. I felt lost, confused.
I was back in bed.
Alien Encounter, Part 1 (1)
About mid- September 1977, my two friends and I left Billings, MT in the early evening hours for our destination in NW Montana. Missoula was about 350 miles away and typically takes about 5-6 hours.
Later that evening as we were driving we were a bit tired and not visiting. Dawn was driving, Steve was in the passenger seat and I rode in the back as we passed through the small rural town of Deer Lodge. It was approximately halfway between Deer Lodge and the next small town of Drummond when I heard Steve say something like “Wow, what was that? There’s a star or light moving across the sky.”
He pointed to the light in the sky and I watched intently. Shortly thereafter, I saw a couple of bright flashes very high up and the light split into two lights, with one going up higher and the other going downward. In what I recall as being less than a few minutes, I saw low flying lights coming up the road in front of us. As it approached, I could see a distinct triangular set of pulsating lights which appeared to be a dull red, green, and blue.
Either one or both of us yelled for Dawn to pull over and stop the car, which she quickly did. I should point out that traffic in this part of rural Montana at night in the 70’s was either light or in our case non-existent. Steve immediately got out of the car and stood beside the open passenger door. I jumped over into the front seat to sit right beside Dawn.
As Dawn and I peered out the windshield, we could see an object move up the road toward us and stop right above the car. There was absolutely no noise. As we watched, the object appeared to tip or change positions. At that point we saw an odd iridescent white light surrounding a perfect saucer like shape.
Dawn and I gasped at the same time and screamed for Steve to get back in the car. I looked over at Steve standing outside the car. From this point on my memory gets a bit sketchy, like I just woke up from a dream. I remember seeing a dull white light drift off to the East over the hills. Next, I remember Dawn was driving, Steve was back in the passenger seat, and I was in the back seat again. I looked at my watch and was a bit surprised at how late it was.
At last, we arrived at our friend’s house in Missoula and told them we had seen a UFO. I couldn’t sleep well that night and the events kept replaying in my mind. Needless to say, the sighting left a huge impact on me and I’m convinced we saw something not of this world.
Leslie M.
My memory of the encounter deviates from Leslie’s and Dawn’s version. I saw a traveling light in the sky and said something like, “Wow, what was that? There’s a star or light moving across the sky.” The “star” split into two lights and I told Dawn to pullover to the side of the road. As I got out of the car, I watched one of the lights travel to just above the hill and stop. I looked at it for a few seconds, then got back in the car. I said something like, “Wow, was that a UFO?” I was referring to the light I saw above the hill.
When I was outside the car, there was no possible way I could have missed what Les and Dawn saw. And my recollection is that I was only out of the car for maybe five seconds, not the fifteen minutes or so of time that had actually passed.
When we got to Missoula, the first thing my friends said was we were nearly a half hour late and they were beginning to get worried that maybe we had gotten into a wreck or something. I ignored their concerns because I was really excited about telling everyone that I saw a UFO! I asked Dawn to tell the story. She refused, but I wouldn’t take no for an answer. She finally agreed. You can imagine my shock when I thought she’d say she saw a bright light above the hill, but instead she went on about the UFO her and Les saw right above the car.
I laughed and said nothing like that happened. I was outside the car, how could I have not seen a large, saucer shaped object with flashing lights stopped over the car? It would have been right next to me.
We never talked about it again, and she was my wife at the time.
Learning and Training, Part 1 (2)
I believe there are four distinct realities we can become aware of, excluding death: life, the dream reality and the two in-between realities: the hypnopompic state and the hypnagogic state. The difference between the dream reality and the hypnopompic in-between reality is that when you dream you are experiencing events that you believe are actually happening and you have no recollection at all of your “real” life.
When I have an OBE and enter the in-between, I’m definitely aware it’s a journey to another reality. I know that my “real” life exists and I can easily force myself back to it at any time. Although at times when I return to bed, I lay awake for short periods, then get pulled back over and over until my astral projection journey is complete.
For me, these OBE/astral projection experiences last about one to one and a half hours in real time and at around two to three in the morning, or in the REM stage of the fourth cycle of sleep. Generally speaking, people experience four cycles of sleep per night, with each cycle consisting of three non-REM stages and one REM stage.
When you go to bed in the evening and are close to sleep, on the edge of dreaming, you can enter non-REM stage 1 of the first cycle of sleep (light sleep), or the hypnagogic state. Some spiritual beings who have left the living reality miss experiencing human feelings. While in this state, you can be a convenient source for the emotions some spiritual entities crave.
Many of us have had the experience of a dark, seemingly “evil”, presence floating nearby in the room or actually engulfing our body. This spirit may have even said something mean or frightening that caused severe panic and fear, which is the emotions this being feeds upon. The more fear, the more satisfied and fulfilled they became. This can also pertain to emotions of a sexual nature, but that’s something I don’t feel comfortable discussing.
What I did when this happened to me, and it’s happened dozens of times, is I stayed completely calm and relaxed. I let absolutely nothing bother or frighten me. I just laid in bed until the presence got bored and left. Remember, that being had a craving for an emotion and if you don’t give it to them, they will look somewhere else. And also remember, they can’t hurt us. We truly have nothing to fear.
These hypnagogic episodes are not to be confused with THH (Terrifying Hypnagogic Hallucinations) that can also occur at sleep onset. During the one I had just the other night, I was in my bed on the edge of sleep when I heard something coming from the hallway. Suddenly I was absolutely more terrified than I’d ever been before!
Two ghostly figures entered my room and traveled right to the edge of my bed. I screamed and screamed in my sleep, “Get away from me! Leave me alone!” over and over again. It then evolved from me screaming in my semi-sleep to me screaming out loud until the ghostly figures finally vanished. I’ve experienced many episodes of ghostly figures entering my room during the hypnagogic state, or a room that looks like mine but with distinct differences, but only a few have been true THH episodes. Sometimes these hallucinations occur alone, and other times they occur in conjunction with sleep paralysis.
During my early OBEs, there were two forms of escape from the room. If I went through the ceiling, which was very difficult, I would appear in the expanse of space during about eighty percent of my episodes. This in-between world was where spiritual entities of all types existed and spiritual missions, important assignments carried out for purposes typically involving travel to other worlds and times, were carried out by astral projection. There I took on the form of a small body-like entity I named The Color Red. During the other twenty percent of my ceiling episodes, I took on human form to participate in meetings and socialize with visiting spiritual entities.
If I went out a window I had opened, I was in the low traveling, more grounded in-between world. Those in the in-between world, by way of an OBE, can definitely cross into the living world. We’ve all heard of, or even experienced, sometimes shocking episodes involving ghosts or spirits moving or throwing physical objects and even speaking directly to an individual or group of people. I believe many of these occurrences can be explained as visits by someone on a low traveling OBE from the in-between world.
As a side note, there are theories postulating whether travel during an OBE occurs “outside” the body or “inside” the body:
Projection Theories: Inside vs. Outside the Body
- Inside the Body Theory: Some believe that during an OBE, consciousness remains within the physical body but projects itself elsewhere. In this view, the experience occurs internally.
- Outside the Body Theory: Others propose that consciousness truly leaves the body and travels to other locations. This theory suggests that OBEs involve actual external travel.
While on OBEs, I’ve traveled to cities, some definitely European, some Asian and some even other worldly. I’ve also visited small rural towns, some nestled in the most spectacular mountains and rolling hillsides, others by crystal clear lakes and rivers.
I explored the town or city I was in as I desired. Each city I visited was different from the previous one and at times I knew for certain I was in a past or future time period. My appearance was usually that of a local resident and sometimes I glanced into a mirror and smiled at what I looked like.
I enjoyed pubs and conversing with the locals, but I embarrassed myself virtually every time by not knowing local customs. I remember numerous times sitting on a bar stool with my arms on the bar top, casually looking around and enjoying the local atmosphere of the pub and the diversity in appearance of the patrons.
Once I was sitting next to a woman who was very attractive, but because of her physiognomy, I knew I was definitely not on Earth. She ordered me a drink, but I hesitated for about ten seconds before I finally drank it. I instantly got very woozy and could barely see her and the bartender laughing as I fell off the stool. I heard someone say, “Ha, I knew he couldn’t handle it.”
I was back in bed.
Learning and Training, Part 2 (2)
A few months later, I was mentally informed during an OBE that it was time for me to begin formal training for missions. Believe me when I say I had no idea what I was getting myself into. The first step in the training process was to enter a person’s body just before death. I believe the reasoning behind this was to allow the doomed person to escape their body just as I entered, thereby circumventing impending pain and suffering. That’s just my theory. These incursions were definitely training exercises for future missions and that may be all they were.
The first one was a man falling from a ladder that was leaning against a house. I swooped down and entered his body before he hit the ground. For an instant I could feel his fear, but then I was back in bed. I experienced many of these over the next few months.
I then advanced from entering a body about to die to saving people about to be injured or killed. Although I had no conscious recollection of being told the whats, whys and hows of the rescues, I instinctively knew who I was about to save and exactly what I needed to do. Sometimes it was as simple as turning off a switch to prevent a potential electrocution or locking the dead bolt on the front door to prevent a potential killer’s entry.
On one occasion, I appeared in a home and saw a woman sitting in a lounge chair in the living room. A rough looking man in a leather jacket was in the kitchen, about to walk through the doorway into the room she was in. He had obviously broken into the home. Before he was able to cause the woman harm, I activated the home alarm system. This alerted the family German Shepard, and the dog kept the intruder down until the woman was able to retrieve her handgun.
Another example was a woman in a dental chair waiting for a pain injection during an exam. What she didn’t know was that the injection would instantly make her unconscious. The dentist’s intent was sexual abuse, and this was not his first victim. But somehow the needle “accidentally” entered the vein of the dentist, putting his plans to rest.
During those years, a very common theme in my ceiling OBEs involved socializing with spiritual entities. We would walk together into a theater, concert hall or even outdoor arena for an evening of entertainment. Some greeted me, using my first name, while others would turn and walk away from me. For some reason, about half of the entities I encountered liked me and the other half definitely did not. But if a “high ranking” entity was present, that entity usually acknowledged me with a gesture of approval, a knowing nod or a verbal word of encouragement.
I took my seat with sometimes hundreds of others to listen to a speaker or a musical concert. I can’t remember any of speeches, but the songs were especially enjoyable. I had never heard them before, but I told myself I’d remember the tune when I woke up. Of course, I didn’t. I guess Paul McCartney is the only one who can do that. (“Yesterday” came to Paul McCartney in a dream. “I just fell out of bed, found out what key I had dreamed it in . . . and I played it.”)
The Missions, Part 1 (1)
The familiar energy waves began one night, and I went right to the ceiling. I dug through the insulation without much trouble and found myself in a dark, dingy, narrow tunnel. I saw large support posts against the walls and crude ceiling joists through a thick haze that permeated the air. The floor was dirt and I just knew others were following me.
Suddenly, I blanked out for an instant and when I regained mental awareness, I was inside a large, very muscular male body. I was definitely seeing through his eyes and felt the stomping of his feet and the jerking of his head as we methodically lumbered down the tunnel; my consciousness and his co-existed in the same mind!
I could feel his determination, his tenacity. And a deep innate anger, fury, even Rage. He was new to this body, he didn’t want to be here and he didn’t want to be who he was, the embodiment of Rage. Two others walked directly behind us, and I could sense their uneasiness, even fear, as we made our long journey to . . . I had absolutely no idea.
When we finally exited the tunnel, the vibrant glow of a magnificent city unfolded before us. I was now inside The Color Red’s body, hovered high above and can only describe the city architecture as “futuristic” with many megatall buildings surrounded by smaller domed structures. It spread out in all directions for as far as I could see.
The two human appearing “handlers” were armed, wore military-like attire and walked us to the center of a courtyard. We were greeted by three of their comrades. Rage kept his head angled slightly downward and I watched from above with a sense of foreboding.
“This must be your latest creation we’ve heard so much about,” one of the comrades smirked. “He looks tough, but I bet he’s all brawn, no brain. And brains are what keep you alive around here.”
“Watch it! You push things, you’ll regret it,” said a handler.
The comrades’ two friends shook their heads. “Ha,” one of them chuckled, “don’t push things and get him mad. He’s a lot bigger than you.” A large crowd had quickly formed around them.
The comrade sneered and gave Rage a shove.
I was suddenly inside Rage’s mind, watching through his burning eyes. I could feel a swell of anger build up as his hand appeared just above the head of his mocker. His inborn Rage was brought to fruition for the first time as he mercilessly crushed the comrade’s skull with such force his whole body instantly ruptured from within. The other two comrades quickly disappeared into the crowd.
“I warned him,” the handler mumbled emotionlessly.
I was back in bed.
The Missions, Part 2 (2)
*Note – From now on, I will refer to my The Color Red entity as Red-1 and the other The Color Red entity as Red-2.
My OBEs changed after my encounter with Rage. I no longer had to leave my room through the ceiling or the window. When the waves of energy hit, I was instantly somewhere else. I had advanced to another level.
After a few months of inconsequential astral projections, the familiar waves of energy hit early one morning and I was suddenly inside Rage, watching through his eyes. He was in the body of a uniformed soldier on the porch outside a military barracks. It was snowing. Rage looked at the hills ahead for any indication of troop movement. He knew a battle was about to commence.
Soldiers, storming down the hills, began the attack. Rage stood on the porch and watched as heavily armed fighters exited the barracks to engage their enemy. The bloody battle commenced and Rage waited on the porch for the last man to exit the barracks. The commander of the unit stepped out.
“What are you doing?” the commander bellowed. “Get in the fight, soldier!”
Rage slowly walked towards him.
“Follow orders or you’ll be hung tomorrow at sunrise!”
They were face to face. Rage pulled a F-S Fighting Knife out of its sheath strapped to his belt and slit the throat of the commander.
I was back in bed. I instinctively knew that completing these assignments was somehow cleansing Earth of those who would cause extreme harm. But we were not in the living world. Killing someone in the in-between world wouldn’t end their life in the living world, so what’s the purpose?
In bed, 2:25 am. Body waves, then suddenly I was inside the mind of Rage as we were driving on a US interstate highway about to exit at our predetermined destination, a truck stop in a gang-controlled part of town. This was our fourth “termination” in the last three and a half months.
I parked at the pumps furthest from the convenience store. Rage exited the vehicle and grabbed the gas pump. Three gang members took notice and headed towards him.
“You stopped at the wrong gas station, big guy,” said one of the gang members in a combative tone.
Rage proceeded to fill the car. He ignored the interruption, not even looking in their direction.
“No one pumps here without paying the living tax. As in, a yard will keep you alive,” the gang member continued, his anger quickly rising.
Another of the gang took over the situation. “Ignoring us, huh? Instead of a hundred bucks, give me your wallet and your keys. I’m the enforcer and I’m about to enforce my twelve-inch knife up your ass.”
The enforcer grabbed Rage by the shoulder and attempted to spin him around.
“That’s him,” I mentally told Rage.
Rage crushed the enforcer the same way he had the others.
I was back in bed. And obviously, in a bit of shock. I couldn’t sleep and asked for some kind of explanation. I instantly received a mental message that said our mission was to eliminate the evil in people, some in the past, some in the present and some in the future. Rage was created for this, but he couldn’t do it alone. He needed to be grounded to exist in the living reality. I was chosen for this and had been trained for this.
“So, I kill bad people?” I quietly said out loud.
“You kill the evil in bad people.”
It suddenly came to me that by killing these people in the in-between world, Rage and I were actually killing the evil inside that caused them to be the way they were toward others. After “termination” in the in-between world, that person would no longer desire to do evil in the living world due to a sudden traumatic episode in their life. It could be a religious awakening, finding the love of their life or simply the urge to kill being gone. In some cases, suicide would be the only option.
But make no mistake about it, that person would change their probable evil future, or they would have no future in the living world. But the source of that evil was what really needed to be brought to an end.
During many OBEs, I walked around a city late at night because, as we all know, night life and the dangers that come with it can be an irresistible attraction. Sometimes I went into bars and gambled on slot machines or played poker. Eventually, I left and walked the streets. Of course, as soon as I did, I was invariably harassed by the locals. But, anticipating a beating or knife attack, I just concentrated with my eyes closed and I was back in bed.
After a few months and one more “termination,” I again got the urge for some late-night adventure during an OBE. I drank a few beers, gambled for a bit, then look a walk in the cold night air. I was soon encircled by gang members. The streetlights lit up the scene and about six feet above, Red-2 smiled at what about to happen. I was shocked, as I assumed I was the only Red entity, at least in my in-between world.
I was then viciously beaten up and, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t leave and get back into bed! I definitely felt extreme pain and saw Red-2 right above my head, laughing and laughing at my misery. The more I was beaten, the louder he laughed and the bigger he got. He fed on my pain and suffering with sadistic delight.
But then, I felt a power surge from deep inside me as my body enlarged to three times its original size. “Enough,” bellowed Rage, as he bashed every gang member in sight. Red-2, his face now one giant smile, glowed vibrantly as he fed on the hatred, anger and pain that emanated throughout the psychic realms of his evil.
I was back in bed, but my body pain didn’t subside for five more agonizing minutes. I recognized the resemblance of my Rage and the rage of fictional characters. It may seem like a memory transference to some, but that was definitely not the case. This happened as written.
Three weeks later, the energy waves sent me to a dirt road in what appeared to be a rural farming community. I walked down the road in the hot midday sun until I finally came to a red farmhouse.
I slowly, nervously started walked up the dirt driveway that led to the front porch. I could hear chickens in a nearby coop and a large, kenneled dog barked as I approached the house. I stopped. I was suddenly seeing inside the house through the eyes of Rage. The living room was a ghastly scene of . . . I was abruptly sent back to my body outside the house.
Rage walked out the front door. He communicated to me that inside was the workings of a serial killer’s first kill. He decided I didn’t need to see more than I already did.
“Did you -“
“Yes, I did. With his evil now dead, his future as a serial killer has ended with the loss of one life, not the seven victims previously destined to a horrifying slaughter at his hands.”
I was back in bed, but I couldn’t get the fight Rage had with the street gang three weeks earlier out of my mind. I wanted to do it again. The OBE tingling sensation, combined with the feeling of being inside Rage during a physical attack, was exhilarating.
During subsequent OBEs, I instigated fights just to feel good about the power Rage had over others. In one, I walked from the downtown area of a city to the fairgrounds where the annual summer carnival was taking place. I entered late in the day, went on some rides, then waited until the crowd was gone. The carnies started giving me crap about being there after closing. I laughed and refused to leave. They then attempted to forcefully remove me from the premises.
We all know what happened next and, of course, Red-2 was right there, absorbing all the misery he could handle. This time he flew around Rage’s head while laughing, causing Rage to swat him away several times. I even thought it was a bit humorous. But then I suddenly realized what he was doing. Red-2 was trying to gain control over me and bring me under his influence.
That’s what he had done to those Rage and I had helped over the years. We could kill the evil that grew inside the people he influenced, but we couldn’t kill the source of that power, Red-2 himself. I was certain he had no idea I was also a Red because he and I had only interacted in the lower level of the in-between world.
I felt a battle brewing.
The Final Battle, Part 1 (1)
Red-2 began constantly harassing me after our encounters when I was Rage. He knew I had Rage inside me, but he didn’t know I was a Red like him. I knew he fed on anger and violence, so I forced myself to stop having the types of OBE episodes that would draw him to me. I was able to control them to a large extent, but then he began appearing in my regular dreams, and those obviously are not controllable.
He and his henchmen appeared in my dreams almost nightly. They inflicted intense pain and suffering on me, and, because of his presence and power, I was unable to wake up from these nightmares. He laughed and laughed as he fed on my pain.
At times I was able to summon Rage from within and disperse my attackers. But that extra violence only made Red-2 stronger. I began to really dread going to sleep at night. They would suddenly appear in the middle of any kind of dream and pounded on me while Red-2 flew around my head in sadistic delight.
I finally got tired of this torture and decided to fight back. I knew Red-2 had a separate body like I had. Since he didn’t know I was also a Red, my plan was to harass him during parties at his own mansion, by showing up as Rage and saying I was going to kill him.
Red-2, even in his astral body, was far too quick for Rage, but I continued this harassment during every OBE I had for about a year.
Red-2 soon got bored with this and when Rage showed up, he’d just laugh and laugh at his futile attempts at trying to kill him. He became careless and even talked to guests at his party while fending off Rage. And that’s when I knew I had him.
It was about four weeks until I had another OBE. When it finally happened, I, as Red-1, and Rage were both at the mansion during a large party. Rage, as he had done dozens of times before, quickly found Red-2 and readied himself for an attack.
“This is getting irritating, my big friend,” Red-2 said, with a mixture of amusement and exasperation in his voice. A friend from the party called his name, causing Red-2 to turn his head slightly to the right. I suddenly appeared as Red-1 right above his head and laughed as loud as I could.
“What! How can this be? You’re not a Red!” That hesitation and sudden burst of anger caused Red-2 to jerk his head and lose eye contact with Rage. At that exact same instant, I flashed into the mind of Rage. For one split second, the recognition of defeat blanketed the face of Red-2 as the force of all that is good killed this incarnation of evil with one mighty blow.
I was back in bed.
The Final Battle, Part 2 (1)
The frequency of my OBEs decreased to about one every 1-1/2 to 2 months after the final battle with Red-2. I had a few nondescript episodes and then I had a short one that finally brought me some closure.
It started with me as Red-1 inside Red-2’s mansion, or what was left of his mansion. The ceiling was partially caved in, and the walls were crumbing away. Chandeliers were smashed on the cracked and broken tile floor. A smoldering haze drifted in and out of the doorless front entry.
I looked around and, of course, found no signs of life. Until, at the last second before I was to vanish, another entity materialized. He was similar in appearance to Red-2 except he had no color. “What happened to the mansion?” I asked inappropriately, without thinking.
“What do you think happened? You killed him!” the new entity screamed. “Now we have nothing.”
I was back in bed.
Blog #2
Adventures, Part 1 (1)
I will relate three of the most extraordinary OBEs I’ve ever had. During the first one I found myself walking on a road and looking directly at a massive planet on the horizon. It was so stunning I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Obviously, I wasn’t on Earth.
I finally got my bearings and started walking again. Soon I noticed four people coming up from behind me, two were on horses and two were walking alongside the horses. They swiftly reached me. We all stopped and just stared at each other for a few uncomfortable moments. All I can remember of their appearance was that the two on horses were quite tall and athletically built, although slim. The other two were short, porty and, by their demeanor, appeared to be servants, although I could sense they held a high degree of pride and honor with their place in society.
“Well, who have we here?” one of the tall travelers asked, in a kind tone.
I was nervous, as I knew I was having an astral projection on another planet. “I’m from Earth,” I said boldly, with pride.
All four of the travelers had a momentary outburst of laughter. “He’s from Earth,” one of the tall men said, “and he’s even admitting it.” Their mood, though, quickly turned serious.
“From Earth, huh?” the other tall traveler said with a slightly perplexed expression. After the two tall travelers exchanged a long glance, and what I suspect was mental interaction, he continued. “The people of Earth killed Him. Your people killed Him,” he said, his voice solemn yet forceful.
“We don’t know what time period of Earth he projected from,” the other tall traveler said to his companion, his voice taking on a much more menacing tone. “He may be infected.”
With a look of utter contempt and a sneer I’ll never forget, one of the servants yelled to me, “Leave NOW!”
I was back in bed.
*
My next extraordinary OBE opened while I was driving a jeep on a narrow mountain road. I was distracted by kids fighting in the back seat, hit a large rock and went off the side of the mountain. I could see the look of terror in one of the boy’s face, then instantly I was sitting cross-legged in a hilly meadow covered with thick, cool green grass.
I looked around and was astonished how gorgeous the surroundings were. The hills of the flowering grass meadow gave way to the beginning of a forest and a magnificent mountain range in the distance. The sun was setting, and a slight breeze brought the delightful smell of flowers.
I suddenly noticed a man sitting a few feet in front of me, as if he just appeared moments before. I looked around and the meadow was filled with a dozen pairs of people. Some were man and man like us while others were man and woman.
I have no recollection of the man’s physical appearance or the clothing he was wearing, but I remember he had a kind smile. “Am I . . . ” I couldn’t say it out loud.
“Yes, you are. And you have no memory of your death with its accompanying pain. Because what you did for others so many times during your early training has now been done for you.”
We had a long talk and all I can remember is nodding occasionally, indicating my understanding and acceptance of what had happened. As for what’s to come next, I do remember him telling me that my new existence, as with most others, will begin at the bottom.
I was suddenly inside some sort of office building. There were many doors on a wall to my right and I can’t recall what was to my left. A middle-aged looking gentleman opened his office door and handed me a broom. “These floors must be cleaned daily,” he said without a smile or even looking me in the face.
So, I began sweeping. It wasn’t so bad, as I felt good, really good. I wasn’t hungry or thirsty and I had no worries or cares. In fact, I really wanted to sweep, and I wanted to do it better than anyone had done before!
*
My next extraordinary OBE opened while I was driving on a narrow, paved road with my friend John in the passenger’s seat of a small SUV. It seemed like we were on Earth, but intuitively I think we were on an Earth-like planet.
“Are you sure you know where you’re going, Steve?” John asked. “It’s really important I’m not late.”
I almost told him he should have drove himself if he didn’t trust me to get him to his “important” meeting on time. But I just nodded and said, “Yeah.”
“Sorry, I’m just nervous about the talk I’m giving today,” John said. “I appreciate you driving me here. I have no idea where this place is.”
“That’s my job and I take it seriously,” I said emphatically. “All I know is I was told at the start of this OBE to take you to an old courthouse in some deserted town in the middle of nowhere, then drive you back when you’re done. And I’m not to ask any questions.”
The remaining drive was quiet. We soon entered the outskirts of a small town that was actually larger than I had anticipated. It was bright outside, as it had been for the entire drive, and the landscape was barren; no trees or plant growth of any kind anywhere.
I instinctively knew exactly where I was going, made a few turns, then pulled into the empty dirt parking lot of the courthouse. John got out of the SUV and stared at me through the open window for a few seconds before saying, “Wait for me here. I don’t know how long I’ll be, but under no circumstances are you to leave without me or enter this building. Got it?”
I nodded. John walked to the courthouse double doors and entered.
After an undetermined amount of time, I had a compelling urge to leave the vehicle and check out what was inside the courthouse. And I did just that.
Inside to my right was a series of three large doors that I assumed allowed entry into meeting halls. I walked six or seven feet to get past a brick wall on my left and then I froze in absolute shock when I saw eight alien creatures inside a see-through barrier that extended to the ceiling! They immediately grouped together at the clear wall and stared at me; I was less than a foot from the face of one of the aliens in captivity.
I turned away and quickly walked to the doored side of the large hallway. I could hear John talking inside the meeting hall and the sound of the group laughing at one of his jokes was strangely comforting. His voice was strong as he talked and from the intermittent enthusiastic applause, it was obvious he was being very well received.
I opened the door slightly and took a step inside. Loud gasps and shouts of, “What is Steve doing here?” and “Get him out of here now!” rang through the crowd. John immediately grabbed my arm, forced me into the hallway and shut the door.
“I told you not to come in here, Steve,” John said, barely restraining his anger.
“What are aliens doing caged up inside this building? What in the hell is going on?” I yelled as John quickly ushered me to the front double doors.
“None of your business,” John said as he shoved me out the doors. “Go back to the vehicle and wait for me. The only reason I brought you here is because I had no choice; you’re the only one I know who can get me in and out of places like this.”
I made my way to the SUV and sulked until John returned. He got in the back seat and I drove away.
I was back in bed.
Advanced Missions, Part 1 (2)
My OBEs took a twist about a year later and it really caught me by surprise. Of course, the preliminaries were the same: I’m in bed, around 2:30 energy body waves hit, then suddenly I’m somewhere else. During this first “new” episode, I realized I was in someone else’s body. This differs from the other episodes in the sense that before when I was in a body, I knew it was meant only for me. I looked like a native of the location and time period I was in so I could walk around, observe and talk to people anonymously.
But this time I had no idea who I was or where I was. I composed myself and looked around. I was on the second floor of what appeared to be a large office building. Four small desks were against the back wall, each with a chair, a computer monitor and a file cabinet; one of the desks was occupied. The walkway I was standing in was open to the lower level.
I leaned on the wood railing and looked down at four people below. They were sitting at executive desks with deluxe swivel chairs, smoking and chatting to each other nonstop. It was very apparent they were more important than those of us on the second level.
I just stood there, not knowing what to do. After a few long minutes passed, a hand grabbed my shoulder. Startled, I jumped. “What are you doing? Just standing there, staring at the front entry? We’ve got to be one hundred percent prepared for Victory Day celebrations tomorrow!” The four people below stopped talking, looked up at me, then quickly got back to work.
“Take a seat at your desk. You know what has to be done and if you can’t perform your duties, we’ll find someone who can!”
I had a one in three chance of sitting at the correct desk.
“Why are you sitting at Alexei’s desk, Leonid? What’s wrong with you? Are you high again?”
I made no eye contact and slowly walked to my desk. She stared at me, cursed and stomped down the stairs to the first level. I took a seat and instinctively opened the file cabinet. I pulled out a file folder, sat it on the desktop and opened it. It was as if someone invisible was standing over me, telling me what files to get out and what to do next. I quickly scanned through a dozen pages of documents. As soon as I finished, I heard a voice and glanced up to see that woman talking on a telephone.
“Captain Kuznetsov wants to see you in his office, Leonid,” she said with a sneer.
I slowly walked down the stairs and stood in middle of the room. “Enter now, Leonid,” Captain Kuznetsov said forcefully from inside his office.
“Don’t bother sitting. I told you one more mishap and you’re out of here. Well, something’s wrong with you, Leonid. You must be on Crocodil again, so you’re done. Leave. And slowly, so all can see and feel your shame.”
Vladimir Putin’s office located in the Senate Palace in the Kremlin, Moscow, Russia
I stepped out of the doorless front entry and just stood on the sidewalk. Again, I didn’t know what to do or where to go.
I was back in bed.
This type of episode, being inside the body of a person and seeing through their eyes but not having a clue about myself or my surroundings, occurred four more times during OEBs the next year. During the first one, I was in a spacecraft, sitting in a chair with my arms resting on a long black counter. A foot and a half in front of me was a window that started about two feet up from the countertop and went as far as I could see to the right, left and up. Since I sat in the middle and had no keyboard, my assumption was that I was in charge.
To my right were three humanoid beings and to my left were another three humanoid beings. The three to the left of me were identical in appearance; thin feminine body, short blonde hair and an attractive face. They were sitting in chairs and entering data into their keyboards faster than humanly possible. All the monitors flashed the data as it was being entered.
I was looking directly into space when the sun made its appearance on the horizon.
Elements of this image furnished by NASA
I stood up from the desk and focused my attention on the three humanoids to my left. One by one, I zeroed in on the data flashing on each monitor. I spent about twenty minutes mentally collecting the three monitors of data and again, I had absolutely no idea who I was or why I was doing this.
All six of these humanoids never lost focus of their task, except for one time. When I was finished collecting the last monitor’s data, the humanoid sitting in the far-left chair stopped typing, turned towards me and looked me straight in the eyes. She had a quizzical, bewildered expression that I will never forget.
I was back in bed.
In each of the next two, I was in a different high-tech office. I could tell it was early in the day, as the rooms were sparsely occupied. I vaguely remember candescently accessing computer files with the help of my invisible companion. By this time, I knew whatever I looked at during these episodes was somehow being recorded through my eyes. I was a spy!
During my next OBE I found myself walking up a cobble road during an early spring heatwave. I soon came upon a small tavern to my right. As before, I had no idea whose body I was in or where I was, but the sun gave me quite a thirst for a cold beer, so I entered.
There were three people in the establishment, two men playing cards in the corner and a stout woman with her back towards me doing dishes. “Get a beer in this place?” I asked in a friendly tone as I took a few steps into the tavern.
The woman turned and gave me such a look of scorn and disgust that it caused me to jump. “What the hell are you doing back here!” she bellowed, grabbing a mug from the sink and throwing it right for my head.
I barely dodged it. The sound of shattering glass caused my survival instincts to kick in and I bolted for the door. A large hand grabbed me and threw me into the card table.
“You ain’t runnin’ away again, you slimy cockroach!” one of the card playing men said, his face taking on a frightening scowl.
Then the bar owner hit me with cuss words I didn’t even know existed. “You got memory loss from drinkin’ too much, shit for brains? Out of here for life means out of here for life.” She kicked me twice with her pointed toe cowboy boots as I was trying to get up from under the broken table.
Village in Greece
“You know what’s comin’ next, don’t you?” one of the big men said as they pulled me up by my arms and dragged me outside. “The barrel roll! We were gonna do it last night, but you run too fast.” Struggling to get away was futile. They shoved me headfirst in a huge barrel that was outside the front entrance. Two feet of rotting garbage in the bottom saved my head from cracking open.
They proceeded to push over the barrel and before they could give it a kick down the hill, the owner shoved them aside and did the honors herself. When the barrel finally stopped rolling at the bottom of the hill, I slowly slithered out through all the filth. Their laughter rang through the town as I somehow managed to stand up, my bruised and busted ego matching my bruised and busted body.
As I limped away, I thought to myself, “What in the world did I do last night that deserves this?”
I was back in bed. Suddenly, I saw faces smiling and trying as hard as they could not to laugh. Then I remembered, today was April Fool’s Day.
“I sure love your twisted sense of humor,” I said sarcastically. “Very funny,”
I was back in bed.
My next OBE about a month later occurred on another planet. I walked down a hallway constructed of brightly lit glass-like walls and ceiling. I felt as though I was in some kind of hypnotic trance as l slowly followed a young cyborg toward the exterior doorway. “The file transfers have been completed. You will have access to them mentally momentarily,” she projected to me.
We walked onto a covered deck. I looked around and could see about a dozen cyborg men and women conversing with each other. They took no notice of me, so my immediate assumption was that I looked as they did.
I followed my companion across the deck and the second I was able to see past the deck cover, I gasped loudly and froze. Before me was the one of the most magnificent sights I’d ever seen! Two huge perfectly round celestial bodies were side by side right in front of me. They had the same orangish glow as the interior walls, and it felt as though I could reach up and touch them.
My companion took a few more steps, then realized I wasn’t following her. “What’s wrong with you? You’re acting like you’ve never seen our twin moons,” she spoke as she turned around. I had the distinct impression she was scanning me to see if I was malfunctioning. At that moment, I decided this was my final “spy” mission.
I was back in bed.
The next OBE episode I had a few weeks later was different than any of the others. I was walking in a courtyard toward a crowd of people. It seemed as though I had bodyguards on all sides of me, but, as before, I didn’t know who I was, where I was or why I was there. But this time I didn’t realize I was in someone else’s body. In previous episodes, I knew who I was, but not who the person I entered was. This time I had total memory loss. And I was scared beyond belief!
I turned to the crowd of people and loudly shouted, “I don’t know who I am! I don’t know where I am! And I have no idea who you people are!” Due to the intense emotional reaction from the bystanders, I knew I was a very important person. My arms were grabbed and I was rushed to an awaiting limousine. People were obviously extremely concerned about my health and mental stability.
I was back in bed.
“This individual was on a life path that had to be altered,” a voice whispered in my head. “After you left his body, his old memories did not instantaneously return. It took months for him to recover from total memory loss. This was the desired outcome, as a catastrophic future event no longer occurred because this individual’s probable future had been changed.”
I experienced seven more of these total memory loss episodes over the next few years. They were basically all the same in that I entered a body, suddenly causing that person total memory loss. But the settings and circumstances varied greatly. I was once in a cabin in a rugged mountain setting yelling at my friends. I was once at a restaurant causing a huge scene. I was once walking alone in a hotel courtyard in some European city, just pulling my hair out and screaming in frustration. Once I was even driving a car and suddenly had to pull over; I had no idea where I was driving to.
Experiencing total memory loss was absolutely terrifying. I just couldn’t do it anymore and I begged for them to stop. But they still happen to this day. In some instances, I’m able to stay quiet and observe, or to “spy.” But in most instances, I can’t control my outbursts of fear, aggravation and frustration at not knowing who I am. This obviously furthers the desired end results of whatever I’m involved with, but that mission, as the saying goes, is above my pay grade.
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© 2023 Steve Fleming
The Infestation, Part 1 (1)
During my most impactful OBE to date, I was Red-1 inside an enormous shopping complex on future Earth. The towering figure of a powerful spiritual entity was standing next to me. He handed me a container that was packed full of small glowing bug-like creatures. “Once exposed to Earth’s air or water, these creatures will multiply. Nothing will stop their spread.”
“I understand,” I said. “And I know what to do.”
The spiritual entity vanished.
I took the container to an open doorway of a busy emporium and opened it slightly. A few handfuls of the glowing bugs squeezed out and, exposed to Earth’s air, they instantly multiplied by the hundreds, then thousands.
They were attracted to human flesh and attached themselves to the exposed skin of virtually everyone in the shopping complex. Endless screams of pain filled the air as these bugs dug through the skin and implanted themselves into human muscle.
I raced out of the complex to a large nearby river. My intense concentration on my assignment was broken by the sound of a huge explosion. I looked in that direction and could very clearly see a nuclear mushroom cloud. I quickly emptied the contents of the container into the water. The entire river instantly glowed and this infestation began its journey to the Mississippi River and beyond.
I began to feel guilt growing from deep inside me. What if I’d been tricked? What if I was the catalyst for a deadly plague? I knew that within a few days or a week at the most, the entire country could become infested with . . . I had absolutely no idea what they were or what I’d done.
I was back in bed.
A week later, and for first time ever, I re-experienced the exact same OBE.
The Indoor City, Part 1 (2)
Just a note that my OBEs are not in time sequential order, meaning I could have one that’s hundreds of years in the future while the next one may be in my present time or even in my past.
During a new OBE a month later, I walked through a mall-like shopping complex that had an entertainment complex, an exercise/gym facility, a bowling alley, tennis courts, restaurants, bars/lounges, clothing stores, electronic shops, a hardware store, etc. I just knew it was on the site of the original shopping complex referenced in Infestation, Part 1, but it had been re-built to twenty stories tall. It had elevators that transported people not only up or down, but also sideways. It was truly a city built inside a gigantic structure and I instinctively knew about two hundred years has pasted since my first visit.
I spent the entire day walking through the giant mall and a few things struck me as peculiar. Everyplace I went to was full of people, but not overcrowded. And the people were definitely friendly and cheerful, not only to each other but many even smiled and greeted me by name. But despite all the shopping they were doing, nobody had bags of purchased products. Nobody actually bought anything.
They were there to socialize and entertain themselves. But who were these people? Where did they come from? Was there a city outside the mall? If so, why was so much social activity concentrated in this one area?
I’ve had a difficult, nearly impossible time remembering details of previous OBEs while on a new OBE. During an OBE, I had to concentrate on what was happening at that moment or I would return to bed. But this time it was as if I had been mentally briefed about the indoor city in advance.
Suddenly in a flash, I remembered the infestation! Were these the people I infected at the original mall? If they were, how could they still be alive after two centuries? And I vaguely remembered an explosion that produced a mushroom cloud. I had so many questions, but no answers.
The shops started closing and all the people headed for the elevators. I was on the bottom floor and kept on walking until I came to the end of the building. “What’s outside?” I thought to myself. The next instant, I was outside!
Absolute terror struck me. Crackling, booming lightning clouds in the distance lit up a swarm of zombie-like creatures grouped right outside the city structure. They were everywhere and they saw me!
The words “Nuclear holocaust” exploded in my mind.
I was back in bed.
Alien Encounter, Part #2 (1)
Waves, OBE and I was inside a bus packed full of people. The bus wasn’t moving. Everyone inside was calm. There was no talking, no looking around, nothing but eyes focused straight ahead.
I turned my head and looked outside the small bus window. Startled at what I saw, my body jerked. A creature directly outside my window turned its head and looked at me. It was about five feet from the bus.
The alien was about seven feet tall with thin, tan-colored arms, legs and body. It’s large head and huge eyes initially frightened me, but it didn’t seem aggressive. We’ve all seen this version of an alien in the media. It could be that my mind was not able to process what the alien actually looked like, so my subconscious used this familiar version. Or maybe aliens do look like this.
It walked up to the window and looked me straight in the eyes. It knew I was different from the others. It turned away and walked back to its previous position.
My immediate reaction was that this was an invasion and they were gathering people up for . . . well, who knows? They didn’t act hostile and the people in the bus didn’t seem to be afraid in the slightest. I’d be fairly hysterical if aliens suddenly appeared and put me in a bus. So, it’s not an invasion? Hummm.
I was back in bed.
The Infestation, Part 2 (1)
During my next OBE, I was, unfortunately, back at the site and time of the original infestation. I was outside the original shopping complex and could hear screams coming from all directions. Had I been tricked into doing this? Would this lead to the end of life on Earth?
All the screams from inside the complex suddenly stopped. Had everyone died? I walked in a side door and, to my astonishment, everyone was smiling, laughing and crying with joy. “I feel wonderful!” shouted nearly everyone at once. The cries of, “I have no pain!”, “My body is tingling and glowing!”, “Waves of energy are sweeping over me!” rang through the crowd.
“What’s happening?” I thought to myself. The answer came immediately.
“What’s been done here has been done on hundreds of thousands of planets in this universe alone,” a familiar voice projected to me. “The “bugs” that implanted themselves into the humans have released the life-extension force of the universe into their previously mortal bodies. The life circuits have now initiated the next step in the evolutionary process: an immortal, disease and pain free existence. This and all other details of this advanced level of life have been mentally communicated to all.
“Unfortunately, the probability of an event causing mass devastation on Earth has increased dramatically. We have secured intergalactic assistance and anticipate that this will help greatly in the quest for survival of life on Earth.”
I was back in bed.
The Indoor City, Part 2 (2)
I was back at the indoor city shopping mall during an OBE a few months later. As before, it was full of happy, smiling people. An individual came up to me and shook my hand. “It’s great to see you,” he said with a genuine smile.
I was a bit taken aback, as I didn’t recognize him at all. “Do I know you?” I asked politely.
He chuckled. “You don’t, but I know about you. And I’m here to show you around. You can call me Three Twenty One.”
“Okay,” I said curiously, following him to an elevator. We went up a few floors, then exited. I followed Three Twenty One down a hallway of capsule sleeping pods and we stopped at, unsurprisingly, room number 321.
We stood at the glass doorway, as the room wasn’t big enough for the two of us. “Welcome to my home,” he said. “The only time we spend here is to sleep. But sleep is all that matters here.”
“Because of Astral Projection?” Although I asked, I obviously knew the answer, as I was in an Astral Projection by being there.
“Most of us retire for the night in our small rooms at approximately the same time,” Three Twenty One said. “The moment our heads hit the pillow, Astral Projection begins. We’ve all been assigned missions to complete throughout the universe.”
I nodded. “Please tell me more.”
“Because of the life circuits, our Astral Projections are one hundred times more powerful than yours and other travelers not attuned to the life circuits. Our missions are way beyond your comprehension. But because we are human, we can only stay in the sleep cycle for about ten hours.”
“So, you needed something to do during the waking hours.” I understood now. “And going outside was not an option, so indoor cities were built to keep you occupied until it was time to get back to work.”
Three Twenty One smiled and nodded.
“How long has it been in Earth time since the “bugs” implanted themselves and released the life-extension force into you and the others that live here?”
“It’s been two hundred and twenty-five years since the change,” Three Twenty One replied. “I remember you as The Color Red. The conversion was painful at first, but here we are, still immortal.”
“How many of these indoor cities are there on Earth?” I asked. “And how many people in total live in all the cities?”
“Thirty cities have been built around the world. A total of one and a quarter million souls currently have the life circuits coursing through their immortal bodies. They are the permanent residents of Earth,” Three Twenty One answered.
“Eighty percent of Earth is uninhabitable because of The War,” Three Twenty One stated. “This planet will not be re-inhabited again by races of mortal existence. It is now what it will be for the rest of eternity.”
I lowered my head and shook it in despair. But then I remembered the human-like creatures from my first visit to the indoor city. “Who or what were the creatures I saw outside the city mall?”
“They come from a part of your life you are yet to experience. I have to leave it at that.”
I nodded.
“Remember,” Three Twenty One added as he sat on his bed. ” All futures are probable futures. The War does not need to occur in your waking reality. If it does, then this is the fate of Earth.”
I was back in bed.
Alien Encounter, Part 3 (1)
OBE energy waves, then I found myself walking in the dark between tall, dilapidated city buildings. I soon came upon a long line of people and followed the line to a large open area. To my amazement, the line led to a huge oval UFO, about the size of a sports stadium. I estimated nearly one hundred busses were parked in the vicinity of the UFO.
The people in line, calmly and in an orderly fashion, walked up a ramp and entered the UFO one by one. I went to the front of the line and was polity allowed in. I walked up the ramp and entered the UFO.
Inside was completely open, like a giant auditorium, with thousands upon thousands of mattresses lined up in rows, about ninety percent of which were occupied. Each person somehow knew which mattress was theirs and kneeled on it. They brought nothing with them.
When all the mattresses were occupied, I felt the UFO begin to move upward. There was no sound associated with the movement. In perfect unison, all the people dropped their heads toward their laps and clutched their knees. Under watchful eyes, their journey began.
I was back in bed.
The Departure and Return (2)
After months of wanting to astral project back to the indoor city, I did eventually return and went straight to room 321. I arrived just as Three Twenty One was shutting his door to leave. “Sir, do you have a few minutes to answer some questions? I think I know the answers, but I really need closure on this.”
Three Twenty One smiled and shook my hand firmly. “Well, great to see you again! Let’s go down to a cafe on level one and talk.”
We went to the elevator, entered and within a few minutes we were sitting at a small table in the cafe. “Did you notice everyone we walked by greeted me by name? This is such a wonderful place. I think the best part is the racial diversity.”
“Every race on Earth is represented in each of the thirty cities around the world. Preserving the unique cultures of Earth is paramount. I, myself, am a native of Mauritius in Africa.”
I instinctively knew the answer to my next question. “I wasn’t the only one to empty a canister of bugs in a river that fateful day, was I?”
Three Twenty One shook his head. “No. The canisters of “bugs,” as you call them, were dispersed in rivers all over the world at exactly the same time. Nothing happens by accident. When the probability of The War happening reached one hundred percent, the Most Highs put their plan into action.”
“Yes,” I said. “I saw what must have been one of the first nuclear blasts when I was at the river.” I paused. I really was hoping to get an answer to the next question. “What caused The War, if I may ask?”
“I never talk about what I don’t know to be hundred percent factual,” Three Twenty One answered. He then seemed to go into a trance. “I have been given permission to tell you parts of what I know.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
“The War, at its basic roots, was a result of a one government system for a planet that was extremely diverse in race and belief. The seeds for war were planted decades before the attack happened.”
“The attack?” I said, astonished. “I’ve never heard of an attack. Was it from another planet?”
“The attack was the first use of CW, or chemical warfare, against a planet in The Alliance,” Three Twenty One said, his voice bold, yet etched in anger. “All I can say is that attack eventually led to The War”
“Sorry, I was wrong to bring that up right now,” I said, wanting to bring the conversation back to what I originally intended. “What I came to talk about,” I said as I sipped the moist delicious tea I’d ever tasted, “is a few of the OBEs I’ve experienced that revolve around UFOs.”
“Yes, the UFOs,” Three Twenty One said, composing himself. “I need to make sure you know how and why that happened.”
“Thank you.” I noticed a large crowd forming around us.
After a few moments of quiet reflection, Three Twenty One began. “First off, at the request of the Most Highs, an advanced species agreed to help Earth. They have their own planet that is obviously far more advanced than Earth. They, as well as many other advanced species, pilot UFOs of various shapes and sizes and have watched Earth for centuries.
“But not all advanced species are agreeable to helping others or even agreeable to acknowledging the right of other species to exist. Evil has manifested itself into various life forms that are best left alone.”
I had other more in-depth questions on that subject, but wisely held back.
“The occupants of the busses were taken to a UFO designed for mass transportation, as you witnessed first-hand. This happened all around the world. The War was beginning, and the one and a quarter million of us attuned to the life circuits had to be removed from Earth in order to guarantee our survival. We are immortal, immune to disease and feel no pain. Although we enjoy eating good food and drink, we require no sustenance for survival and heal from physical injury very quickly. But obviously no living creature can survive disintegration from a nuclear blast.”
I nodded. “Where were you and the others taken? And there are millions of planets in our universe. Why couldn’t another “Earth” be found to live on?”
“It’s not that simple, my friend. Every planet in this universe that is or will become inhabitable already has its future mapped out. Permanently planting a million people on a planet already designed for another species is out of the question. Earth is what we have.
“As for the question about where we were taken while the indoor cities were being built, that is something I cannot discuss.”
“This talk has been very interesting and has confirmed what I already suspected,” I said with a smile. The group behind us began to disperse.
“Before you go, please remember that this future you’re visiting is a probable future. We subconsciously selected it by our Ill-considered and rash thoughts, words and deeds. We as a species should not have errored to the extreme we did. And those errors will soon result in the extinction of mortal man on Earth. In our probable reality.
“You cannot follow in our footsteps. Create your own probable future that does not culminate in war.”
I was back in bed.
The War
The Attack, Part 1 (3)
My OBEs over the next six months were mostly nondescript, and then I had this one. I entered the body of a mid-ranking officer in the One World Government of future Earth. It was different from the other OBEs in that I had access to some basic memories of my host. I believe this was because the Earth species had advanced to the point where they could share consciousness and mentally communicate with others on a limited basis.
No worldwide rivals existed in this future time because of military and governmental unity, though cracks were definitely beginning to show. Earth was a low esteem partner in a multi-galactic alliance due to her evolutionary development being in its early stages. Rivals from other worlds were well known, but, because of her membership in The Alliance, no intergalactic battles involving Earth had occurred.
I was assigned to a mammoth spacecraft that was designed as a site for meetings and temporary accommodations for the highest-ranking personnel in the world. The craft was heavily fortified and virtually impenetrable. Or so we thought.
I was walking very briskly down a corridor due to an intrusion warning that was being broadcast psychically to select officers. This was the absolute worst time for such a warning, as all of the Heads of State were gathered here for a meeting concerning increased unrest and actual uprising in certain vital sectors of Earth.
I met up with a group of officers heading toward the ship’s primary meeting hall. “We’ve been attacked,” the general, his voice strong and firm, said to the others as we rounded the last turn, the glass wall of the hall in full view directly in front of us.
Ten of the ships IDS (Infectious Disease Specialists), each outfitted in an anti-exposure hooded work suit, formed a barrier four feet in front of the meeting hall’s glass entrance doors. When the group of officers and I approached the human barrier, weapons appeared, giving the very strong impression that no one would enter.
Wanting to see what was happening inside the hall, I got as close to the glass wall as I could. I was shocked that nobody was sitting in chairs at the meeting table. Six of the fourteen world leaders were instead sitting on the floor, playing with each other as two-year-old toddlers would. The remaining leaders kept themselves as far away from each other as possible. Someone grabbed me by the shoulder and roughly jerked me away. “We’re getting out of here, now!” he commanded.
Within five minutes, eight of us were inside the general’s office, including two of the IDS. The general loudly cleared his throat, bring nervous chatter to an immediate halt. “I have been psychically brought up to speed due to six simultaneous mental interactions with The Alliance.” He snapped his fingers and the front wall of the room converted to a video screen, half the screen showing the meeting room and half the screen showing empty space just outside the spacecraft.
“The Alliance went through our security recordings from inside the meeting hall and outside the ship during the last 24 hours. What they came up with initially was typical discussions and interactions at the meeting and no activity outside the ship; nothing out of the ordinary until fifteen thirty-two hours.”
Everybody could see anger grow on the general’s face, increasing with every spoken word. He took a moment to regain his composure before continuing. “At that point, one of the fourteen changed . . . she became a child in all mannerisms and verbal expressions.”
The video re-played the event at that exact moment and showed her falling from the chair to the floor. Some of the other world leaders quickly gathered around her and, to the amazement of those watching the video, the woman crawled on the ground and tried to stand, but to no avail.
“She was touched on the skin by three of the world leaders,” the general said, “before she was taken by IDS to the ship’s infirmary and put in quarantine. This disaster started two hours ago.”
“Sir, may I speak,” I said, my voice quavering a bit.
“No, you may not.”
I was back in bed.
The Attack, Part 2 (3)
More and more lately when I wake up from a dream, I return to the same dream when I fall back asleep. Sometimes this happens three or four times a night. But this was the first time I returned to an OBE exactly where I left off.
“Officer, are you with us?” the general said to me, irritated.
“Yes, sir,” I said, nodding briskly.
“The Head of State who had the . . . we will call it “the incident,” was in perfect health as of a week ago when all the world’s leaders were given extensive physical exams before leaving Earth for this annual conference. The Alliance is very concerned that an outside force is responsible.”
The general paused for a few minutes as he mentally received new information. “An illegal, newly developed cloaking device may have allowed a warship to penetrate our airspace. Our video recordings are now being put through an advanced sensor scan that can detect what was previously undetectable by our security infrastructure because of the cloaking device.”
The wall video went blank for an instant, then the outside video returned. After about a minute, an alien warship appeared. The entire room when completely silent as each of us tried to comprehend the ramifications of this alien presence.
Suddenly, the inside video returned and showed the faint outline of a tall, thin figure injecting a female Head of State with an unknown substance. The figure vanished, as did the alien warship. The general left his office without another word spoken.
The other officers and I went to the ship’s recreation center to discuss what was happening. We felt we could talk freely in a more comfortable and less formal setting. Before we began, Isamu, our head of intel, located us and took a seat at our table. “Word’s just in that the thirteen remaining Heads of State aren’t leaving the meeting room anytime soon. The Alliance has classified this as CW, Chemical Warfare. CW’s been banned galactically for a century now.”
“What was the chemical? And why use something that doesn’t kill, only incapacitates?” asked one from our group.
“I’ll be informed shortly. They want to be one hundred percent certain before disclosure,” said Isamu.
I and nearly fifty others received a mental message that we were to immediately gather at the military assembly room. Not one person spoke a word as we quickly made our way there. The general was already standing at the podium when we arrived. He looked old before, but now he looked like his death was near.
“Rumors are spreading about this situation we’re in,” the general said, his voice still brisk and bold. “I’m going to be honest with you and I’ll take all the time needed to explain everything I know, one item at a time. My speech may briefly pause as updates are received. But there will be no questions asked, there will be no interruptions and there will be no emotional outbursts. And this may last quite a while, but I will tell you everything, and no one will leave until I’m done. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir!” reverberated through the room.
“We’ve identified the planet involved in this attack by analysis of their warship. They mistakenly believed they could hit and run anonymously. The planet involved is not a member of The Alliance and is occupied by one of the most highly advanced species we’ve ever encountered. Their goal was immortality and being that they were nearly one hundred percent atheist, death, to them, was the end of everything.
“After two decades, they finally developed what they truly believed was a cure for aging and death. It was announced worldwide that immortality had been achieved. Their test subjects were indeed incapable of dying a mortal death, their wounds healed almost instantaneously, and they were immune from all forms of disease. Of the fifty million population of this relatively small planet, five hundred thousand received the “cure.”
“However, after about a year of this idyllic life, a sudden change in their metabolism occurred. The drug caused a growth of a parasite in the brain, a mutation of cysticercosis that brought about severe brain deterioration. However, because of immortality, the deterioration wasn’t fatal.
“What did happen was all the subjects reverted to the mental capacity of an infant; an immortal infant who did not physically age past the day they were infected. Their world exploded in outrage, as half a million residents were incapable of leading any kind of a normal life. They had to be cared for, theoretically, forever.
“Bad went to catastrophic for this planet, as the disease evolved into an infectious malady that began to spread by physical contact. Any new injections immediately resulted in immortally and severe brain deterioration. Any touch to an infected person’s uncovered skin also resulted in immortally and severe brain deterioration, but the symptoms didn’t appear for about two hours. Despite having no signs of the disease, though, the newly infected were contagious from the moment they were infected.
“A radical political party, promising the extermination of the “mutants,” rose to power. They took over the military and within a year the entire planet was under their control. The Alliance was justifiably very concerned but had no authority to intervene in a non-aligned planet’s affairs, as long as it didn’t infringe on the rights of any other planet in The Alliance.
“Not long after, a small group of infuriated military and scientific personnel, including one of the scientists directly involved with the drug injections, took control of a warship. They had utter contempt for Earth, believing it to be weak and pathetic with childish religious beliefs and customs. They hated us and, in a fit of uncontrolled rage, they infected us with a disease they knew would destroy our planet.
“They were a very intelligent species and knew for a fact their planet would no longer be allowed to exist because of this. But the alternative was unacceptable. They would rather die, for their atheist culture had no belief in heaven, hell or the afterlife. To their scientific mind, that was just fairy tales to control the masses. They truly believed this: The nothing that death will bring won’t be worse than the life we’re living now.
“As you all know, Head of State Aggarwal was the victim of a terror attack earlier today,” the general continued. “We swiftly ascertained the source of the attack. Although I am not at liberty to disclose sensitive information, I can say as of an hour ago, we have one less planet in our universe.”
A few claps and shouts of jubilation rang out from the crowd, but silence quickly returned. “I’ve just received an urgent message regarding a top-level meeting that I must attend. The head of Military Counterintelligence Tanaka Isamu has been briefed and will continue for me. Thank you, Isamu.”
The general took a step, then turned around. “This is very possibly the last time I will see you all. As you know, The Population Control Measure was approved about eighty years ago when life expectancy on Earth was closing in on one hundred ten years. Implanting a chip in all newborn babies to limit their life to exactly seventy-five years, the so called “death chip,” was deemed a last desperate chance for the survival of our species due to Earth’s massive overcrowding. When you’re twenty-five years old, this sounds like a great idea, but when you seventy-four years, eleven and a half months old . . . well, maybe not so much of a great idea.”
The entire group of fifty, not a dry eye in the crowd, stood and saluted their general for a last time. Isamu took the stage and drew a deep breath.
“There must be a vaccine or cure,” someone from the group shouted out before Isamu had a chance to speak.
“I don’t have a lot of time to explain this, as the situation has become much more serious than anyone ever anticipated,” Isamu said, shaking his head. “The cure for mortality creates immortality . . . and the infection. With immortality comes immunity, immunity to all diseases not caused by the cure itself. And immunity to any vaccine, as the body cannot tell the difference between a disease and a cure. They’re both blocked.”
“So, you’re saying we’re going to have undying, full-grown infants wandering the streets? Like some ancient zombie movie?”
“I don’t have time for this!” Isamu stormed off the stage.
I was back in bed.
The Indoor City, Part 3 (2)
It was nearly a month before a had another OBE, but during that time I couldn’t stop thinking about my previous one. If the disease was so contagious and uncurable, it was bound to spread. And what happened to my colleagues?
That night I finally had an OBE and I found myself standing at the entrance to the cafe at the indoor city. As before, the place was full of friendly people who all addressed me by name. And sitting at a table was Three Twenty One. He greeted me with a strong handshake and a hardy “Welcome back.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I sure missed this place. It’s great to be back.” Two cups of tea were placed on the table and I quickly took a sip.
“I know why you’re here,” Three Twenty One said emotionlessly. “And I know what you’ve been through. You want answers.”
“I do.”
Three Twenty One took a deep breath. “I’ll do the best I can, but the answers will not be easy to hear. And don’t ask questions until I’ve finished. I don’t want to be interrupted.”
I nodded.
“When Ms. Aggarwal was attacked, the three Heads of State weren’t the only ones to get infected by touching her skin. Three corporals happened by after Ms. Aggarwal fell off her chair. They saw her trying to stand with the help of the Heads of State and they entered the hall to offer assistance. When they tried to help her, two of them became infected.
When more about the virus became known, those in charge deleted the corporals out of the surveillance video, as they didn’t want it to get out that extremely contagious soldiers were allowed to walk around, potentially infecting others.”
“As you can imagine, the disease spread like wildfire. Similar to the previously infected planet, much of Earth’s population wanted the extermination of these “never dyers.” The only way to destroy them was to literally blow them up. And, according to Earth’s new military government, it had to be done soon, before the entire planet was overrun.
“The plan of the new government was to use newly designed neutron bombs to kill large infestations of the ‘never dyers’ without the total destruction of cities. And, as not all of Earth’s continents were yet infected, there were large land masses that the super-rich and powerful could congregate to enjoy the remainder of their life.
“But another faction of the population was highly spiritual, and they were absolutely certain a plan had been devised by the Most Highs to save Earth from the effects of the CW attack. And, as we know now, a plan was in place. Earth’s population was to progress to the next level of existence by becoming attuned to the life circuits.
“A great summit between the military establishment and Earth’s religious and spiritual leaders took place to try and devise a plan to control the spread of the “never dyers.” But being that many in the military had little to no religious background or upbringing, the idea that they should trust in not only an unseen God, but an unseen spiritual hierarchy encompassing a total of seven universes was not in their realm of possibilities or even comprehension.
“In other probable Earths that were at this point in their developmental timeline, a very high-ranking spiritual leader was born on Earth and became well known in religious and spiritual circles. He was able to broker a compromise that allowed for implementation of the “bug” solution to its intended conclusion; the advancement of all Earth’s inhabitants to the next level of spiritual existence.
“However, that did not occur in our probable Earth future due to an unfortunate incident I cannot speak of. The conference was a failure and the mass bombing campaign came to fruition. The attempted wipeout of the ‘never dyers’ was a complete disaster. It led to The War, which eventually led to the near extermination of the human species. With, of course, the exception of the indoor cities and roving packs of “never dyers.”
“The human species was gifted free will and with free will comes the obligation to make the decision to follow the ways of God or follow the ways of evil. Unfortunately, Earth, in this probable future, made a disastrous decision and has since been reduced to a mere staging planet.
But, through your OBEs and Astral Projections, you subconsciously chose to explore our particular probable future. You must experience evil to know evil and to know yourself. Those who do will have an increased probability of living on an Earth spared from war and destined to participate in the next level of immortal existence with the life circuits flowing through their veins.
“Remember this ancient saying: “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.”
“Evil is the enemy,” Three Twenty One said in conclusion.
“One last question, please. Those creatures I saw outside the city mall. Were they . . . “
“Yes, they’re from your time with the general and Isamu.”
I was stunned and speechless. I knew, but I really didn’t want to admit to myself I knew.
“Over time, their brains have healed to a degree, but they are still not mentally above that of a five-year-old child.”
I was back in bed.
Steve has mastered the art of OOBE. Follow his adventures and take a trip to where time doesn’t exist. Fascinating!
Wow nice pictures! What a great story, a step into quantum entanglement.
Thanks, your post finally showed up about 30 minutes ago. I’ve really upgraded the pictures in the last few days and added three new blogs. I just finished the ending blog, but will be adding an epilogue and pictures. Some of the new blogs are mixed in with earlier blogs, so be sure to re-read it Saturday afternoon.
Steve
Whew.. terrifying outcome for our planet earth that really strikes a nerve right now, Steve. Let’s hope it’s just one possibility in a multiverse of probabilities.
Nice, some newly enhanced pictures!
Эффектная подборка, созданная преимущественно при помощи технического инструментария, в некоторых моментах техническими инновациями допускающими использования ИИ. Этот приём в работе над материалом упрощает структуру элемента до отсутствия в наборе совмещаемых решений пространственное восприятие объекта, лишая его “живого восприятия”. Возникает ощущение “мертво рождённого” объекта, без возможности самостоятельного развития “плода”!