I have had many out of bodies, I call them, being in the Spirit.
This happened several years ago.... in a dream. Suddenly I was in a taxi driving through a city night. No one around, then out of nowhere in the middle of an intersection, Lord Behold, there was President George Bush. He was alone, and I knew he needed help. So I stopped and told him to get in. I took him back to where he would be safe.

Lucid Dreams and Some Experiences

These are dreams I wrote down in 1988. These are lucid and sometimes prophetic dreams. The dreams I have never forgotten and astral projections.

 

 

 

 

 

The English Penny

The English penny rolling around a Privet hedge and into a pile of junk. A lucid and prophetic dream. The money that was in circulation when I was a child is no longer in use in Britain. Dream was on pure white. I was under five years of age. About 1957 or '58, Liverpool England.

A Wonderful Experience

I prayed for over 2 hours straight for the children in poor countries, the dying, and the suffering. I prayed for all of the people I have met, or could remember. Then I laid down with my hands at my side on my bed, with my eyes closed, feeling very good inside. (Prayer for others not only helps those you are praying for, but it also helps the Prayer giver.) I laid there in silence, and in the darkness of my inner vision shined two small bright white lights. I was not scared because of the Prayer. The first thing I thought was wow! This is cool! Those two white lights came closer and closer, then entered my eyes. At that moment I thought the experience was over, until I opened my eyes. Because when I did, it was the greatest and most wonderful thing I could have ever imagined. I was floating about ten feet above the roof of my house! It took a few seconds to realize where I was, and what was happening. My vision was different, almost blurry, yet very clear, it was as though every color was mixed in together, within my eyes. I could hear a trickling waterfall on my right side. I looked down to see my roof, then I looked to my right at the tops of the trees in my backyard. Amongst all other things that are possible in the Astral realm, the only thing I really wanted to do, was tell my Mother and Father, who were upstairs in the living room. The next thing I did was look up at the sky, I could see dark grey clouds, and it was night. Immediately the clouds parted East and West, to reveal a bright blue sky. It was very beautiful, but for some reason, I cared alot more about telling my parents. So I decided to try to wake myself up, I tried to speak but nothing came out. I got a little bit anxious, and tried a few more times. On the third or fourth try I awoke lying on my side making an uhhhhhhhhhhhhh sound. Right away I ran upstairs to tell my family. The entire experience lasted about one minute.

M.J.C.

Distance

I dreamt of a colossal bicycle tire with each member of my family in a different tread. Each tread separated by a great distance. Yet we were able to communicate by shouting.(telephones) In the dream we were unable to see or touch or get to one another.
I add..... this is the way things are now with my family. Age: 3 or 4 years old. Liverpool.

Tudor Times

In a dream I crossed our street Avondale Rd., in Liverpool, England and went into the alley and through a mist, but instead of getting to the next street over, I came out into a street that seemed as if in the past. There were Tudor houses and everything looked old fashioned and medieval. I stood perfectly still and stared in amazement at the sight in front of me. 'Twas an old street, people moving about, lot's of hustle and bustle. Three boys about my age noticed me, they hastily approached me. One had a stick with which he was rolling a wide wooden hoola hoop. They came to an abrupt stop about four feet away.... and stood there and stared. That's when I really knew I was in the past somehow. These kids were staring at my strange clothing and of course.. me. I was noticing how different they were. I became a little scared, so I turned around. I could still see the alley, and the mist was still there. I turned and walked back through, but when I got to the other side, to my horror, it was another Tudor like street. At that moment I woke up. Thank God! Age: Younger than ten. Liverpool.

 

 

Prayer to See Loretta

I am from a family of nine brother's and sisters. My sister Loretta passed away at the tender age of 10yrs in 1961. I was about 8yrs old. After Loretta passed away I lived a sort of nightmare for the next two or three years. I could not stop thinking of my sister, I began to stammer with my words and virtually stopped talking. I was afraid to put my hand up in class for fear that I wouldn't be able to get the words out. I would cry everytime my sister's name was mentioned. I took on some of the chores Loretta would have normally done. I cried and I cried. All during this time after her passing I begged God to let me see her just once more, I would make up lyttel Prayers to God, I told him that I knew there was a Heaven and that I knew who he was. I told him that I knew Loretta was in Heaven and safe, but I just wanted to see her once more. When I was younger in Liverpool I had a habit of getting up in the middle of the night to melt some cheese on toast, I can remember doing that just about every single night. I guess in reflection I probably did that to have the house all to myself in the quiet night. Anyway, one night I get up, go down the stairs with full intentions of getting some toast and cheese. As I pass by the livingroom door at the bottom of the lancers, I notice that there is a light shining through the partially open parlour door. I was curious, so I entered the living room....... which was usually closed off to us kids unless Dad was around, all the hi-tech like the ''gas fireplace heater,'' ''phone,'' the ''TV'' and his comic books were in that room...... I entered the room and walked into the center, I can remember walking as if a soldier. When I reached the center I about faced to turn and look towards the back wall of the parlour..... opposite the front window...... this was where the blue white light seemed to be coming from, though the light was filling the whole room. This light was not too bright to look at. I was bewildered and filled with joy, my Prayer had been answered, for there in amidst the light was my beautiful sister Loretta. Loretta was floating off the ground about a foot, her feet were actually hanging, her palms were facing me and to this day, I believe that that's where the light emanated from. Loretta looked at me and smiled, I stood there like a soldier and smiled back. I was not afraid at all. A billion words went through my mind as Loretta smiled, everyone of them was good. Now at the age of 48, I believe I'm beginning to sort out all those words. At this website.

A Palindrome for ''Lettuce.''

''RED LORETTA MATTER OLDER.''

The most unforgettable and wonderful experience I've ever had. Very real. Around 11yrs old. Liverpool.

Letter Under the Pillar

London Ontario. At my girlfriends house. Dreamt of a lyttel girl coming into the room where I was sleeping and she put a note under a beautiful pillar. Then suddenly I had the sensation I was falling down a tunnel. That part was horrifying. This was so real, that when I awoke in the morning, I was baffled by the fact that there was no pillar by the bedroom door, and certainly no ''letter.'' I remember wondering later after I'd realized it was all a dream, just what was in that ''letter.'' Of course..... I thought of Loretta. About 20 years old. Canada.

The Spirit

When I was still living with my parents in London Ontario. I saw a spirit standing at the foot of my bed and in front of the doorway. Twice he came, in a matter of seconds. The second time accompanied with a black cat and some light. Hooded type figure. Scared the hell out of me. This was one of my first attempts at meditating, I can distinctly remember that I chose something to ''repeat'' in my mind, and I used a brass bowl and the song ''Meloncholy Man'' by: The Moody Blues for something to focus on. After a while I guess I fell asleep. Now this was in the late 1960's, so all I had was a tiny old record player, after I fell asleep the record kept playing over and over again..... not only that, but everytime the record replayed, it would go straight to the song: ''Meloncholy Man.'' I could kind of hear this all night... like kind of way off in the distance.
This had a negative affect on my life as far as the mystical was concerned, because at that time, I actually thought evil spirits were trying to kill my brother and I. He was having the same type of experiences. In these nightmare like experiences my brother and I would always think that we actually woke up, because we could always see our 'room' and everything looked pretty normal as far as surroundings were concerned. I convinced my brother that we should never sleep on our 'backs,' and that if we do evil spirits will come try and kill us. For years after that, that's what we believed, never realizing that they were actually Out of Body Experiences, which in later years we would discover.

Many

Many brief experiences with a Spirit nearby, usually near the bed or at the doorway. Age: 20's. After marrying I had numerous brief encounters with Spirits. Usually quite scary.

Unforgettable

This experience happened in my first apartment with my wife, so I must have been 23 years old. I knew I was dreaming and it was beautiful, with people of all races, dancing in a circle all holding hands in a fantastic field, shaped like a keyhole. The blades of grass were huge and lovely green and shiny. They welcomed me as I approached and made a space for me to join in. I danced with them in a sort of joy and ecstasy. I can vividly remember telling them that I now had to go back, they wanted me to stay. Somehow I could see my clock from there and I knew that I had to get up for work, I had them let me go. I woke up that morning in laughing, loving ecstasy. Felt good all day. I know that many people have had such dreams which I believe are Out of Body Experiences, however, at that time, OBE's was the last thing I would have thought of, and even then...... well...... I just didn't believe in that Astral stuff, UFO's and Pyramid Power fine, but not Astral Projection.

A Sprite

Out of body experiences are very real, I have experienced many. From what I have read on alien abductions, I notice a similarity, in that, when experiencing an out of body, the body becomes cataleptic or if you will, paralyzed. When people report abductions or are hypnotically regressed, 'tis consistently reported that during the abduction, the abductee was unable to move. Possibly the ''it's'' know how to manipulate the human Soul by causing a partial projection, leaving the abductee paralyzed but conscious. In this astral state maybe it's easy for the ''it's'' to further manipulate the mind with hallucinatory scenarios. Either causing a loss of memory or a dream. There is definitely a connection between OBE's and UFO's.

''Cataleptic.'' ''A Cat took a leap I see.''

The Akashic Records

A long time ago when Diana and I were young, when we didn't know much about Spiritual things and I still thought that the ''Out of Bodies'' I was experiencing were nightmares. Not realizing 'twas my own fear, when in that state, that brought on sometimes evil nightmarish experiences, I was being decieved by my own fear.

Anyway, we had read a few books about Edgar Cayce, ''The Sleeping Prophet.'' We read about the ''Akashic Records,'' where Edgar Cayce would obtain his information. We loved the idea of Spirituality. We found this very interesting, so we decided one night that we would pray and ask for permission from God to go to the ''Akashic Records'' in order to see one of our lives. The results we planned to discuss the next morning. 'Twas a normal night, except for the dreams we both had. The place was China for both of us. All I remember is that I was a woman with a flat face and very slanted eyes. I was kneeling in a very small room at a tiny fire place with an iron tri-pod holding a pot of food. The shelves and cupboards were made out of the same material as the walls, a clay like material. I then saw the woman's face as if 'twas only four or five inches away. Then without warning, my present face appeared directly beside the Chinese woman's face, both looking at me straight in the eye. The two faces came together and made one. My present face. The whole thing shocked me and I woke up. That happened in 1976.

Now for Diana's. Diana will write.

The same night of our visit to the ''Akashic Records.'' I also dreamt that I was Chinese. I was Chinese man dressed in off-white baggy pants, a long sleeved tunic, sandals and wearing a Chinese pointed sun hat. I was standing on the bow of a Sanpan or Junk looking at a woman standing on the shore. In my heart I knew I would never see this woman again. For some reason, this was good-bye. Maybe I died on this trip.
We were both fascinated.

More Flying

A dream at light speed, the double breath at the moment of sleep. A micro second during an outbreath through which one can slip, the feeling of falling or floating. The excited rushing sounds of something like the Sea, that if you let it go, fine tunes itself into a smooth calming tone. This is the moment at which one leaves the body. Split second trigger phenomena. I believe everybody has this happen all of the time. A person is actually awake when experiencing this phenomena and does not awake after the experience, but rather awoke at the moment the experience begun. That's why, waking up immediately after a dramatic dream, one that you'll likely never forget, is indicative to the fact that you just experienced an 'out of body.' The ''False awakening'' is where a person thinks he or she woke up and spoke to their spouse, brother or sister about their dream, this is definitely without any doubt an 'out of body.' These are the kind of thing's that happen to me. 99% of the time, I will have two separate experiences, one right after the other. In at least one of them, I will think that I am really awake. Sometimes if it's a little too weird, I'll turn the lights on and walk around, this prevents the second one. If I don't and stay still with the lights off, I'm guaranteed a second experience in very close proximity to the first one. Some times I feel no apprehension and just go with the flow. In the year of 1999 and since I have been writing, I have experienced maybe two or three of what I call, 'Partial Projections.' They last two or three seconds. I have such an easy time visualizing visionary stuff nowadays, that my subconscious has no need for these astral excursions.

Beyond the Astral

I call this ''Beyond the Astral'' because this experience is a lyttel different than what I usually experience during a 'projection,' which by the way, always come unexpectedly. Most of my experiences during projections, are, I believe, fabricated by my own mind. In that the surroundings are actually built by the mind. That is why, if I am afraid when this happens, then the 'fear' in my mind will fabricate a scary experience, thus becoming a nightmare. If I am able to recognize what's going on and during that micro-second of projection, I am able to tell myself that everything is okay. Then and only then, will I have an experience without fear and apprehension. These experiences can be really cool if I can get past that.
In 1995, around August or September. I had a most incredible 'out of body.' I was listening to some really cool meditative music by; Spiritual Environment, called, Shamanic Dreams. Well boy, I'll tell you, I had a Shamanic Dream. I was lying on the couch, light dimmed, music low, everyone in bed asleep. I wasn't expecting or trying for an 'out of body.' Though I'm always sort of alert to the fact that they could come at any time, so that I can catch myself and turn off the 'fear mode.' As I've said, they occur involuntarily and suddenly, thus sometimes throwing me off and fear taking over, causing a nightmare. Seem also to happen easier if I am flat on my back. Exposing the 'Solar Plexus' area, I guess. Anyway, on this night, I was able to quickly tell myself what was going on when the sensation of separation began. Perfect. I told myself to expect a rushing wave like sound, a glowing transparency and a feeling of weightlessness, a feeling of knowing that I will be away from my body, but yet still thinking and seeing. So smooth. There I was, a physical body on the couch, but only a fleeting glimpse. A transparent glowing body standing in the middle of the living room, parallel to my physical, facing the north. The Head of my body was also to the north. In front of my transparent self, there stood another one of me. These two Souls merged and without any warning to one part of my consciousness, flew straight up through the ceiling, through the attic and out into the night. Within a second I was in the cosmos. I was huge. I was so huge, that galaxies were all around me, seemingly only inches away about the size of silver dollars. They were spinning right in front of me. All I could move were my eyes and my head. I could see my feet at the other end of the Universe. I remember smiling with thanks to whatever guided me to such a magnificent experience. Then I realized that I must be really far away from home and that I must start back. Within a micro-second, I opened my eyes, turned the lights on, got up and woke Diana to tell her what had just happened.
'Tis funny how these experiences can easily turn into terrifying nightmares. If you don't know what's going on, your own fear can create monsters, so to speak.

On the Night of February 9th 2000

Every body had gone to bed, I went and sat in the living room. I heard two strange noises. One was high pitched, just one tone, really loud. After about two minutes it either changed or blended into a really loud hissing sound, then as suddenly as it came---- it went and everything was perfectly quiet. Lasted from about 10:18PM to 10:22PM.

By: Matthew Jason Chin. MJC sees.

I told my son, that this reminded me of two things. First of all: Whenever I have had an 'Out of Body,' the actual projection is often accompanied by fairly loud noises similar to waves crashing on the shore, which might I add, turns into a fine tuned hum or buzz. 'Tis at this time when a projection occurs. The only thing different here, is that you were wide awake and sitting up with the lights on. I have read that projections have occurred in this state. For myself, I have always been lying down intending on sleep. I have actually awoken from an 'Out of Body' thinking that the tap was running or there was something wrong with the furnace and thinking that nothing had happened to me and that I was wide awake during the whole thing. Not realizing until fully awake.

Okay, onto the second thing. When we fill in application forms there is often the question; Do you hear a ringing in your ears? I think people always say 'no.' I also think that everyone at some time or another has heard a ringing in their ears. No one will admit this because we are all led to believe that, a ringing in our ears, is associated with some sort of disorder. Mind control! This happened to me years ago, at least ten years ago. We were living in another house, 'twas late at night and everything was perfectly still and silent, everyone was fast asleep. No trucks, no planes, no trains, I couldn't hear a thing, a nice break from the din. For some reason I notice lyttel things. I love small things. I'm lying there still and quiet. I was listening intently to the perfect silence, I noticed as if far off in the distance, a tiny fine tuned ringing in my ears, I could barely make it out. I listened carefully and realized it was getting easier to pick up, 'twas getting slowly louder and louder, louder meaning I could now hear a definite ringing in my ears. Then I noticed far off in the distance the sound of a vehicle overlapping the ringing. It became apparent after a short period that the vehicle was coming this way and sounded like an old truck. As the sound of the vehicle got closer, the ringing got louder, finally the vehicle passed nearby and now slowly, both the ringing and the sound of the truck began to lessen. Eventually the truck got to the point were I could barely hear it, still accompanied by the ringing. The sound of the truck vanished, but yet I could still hear the ringing, which had now lessened to the level of when it first came into my hearing range. It then gradually dimmed until I could no longer hear it. I came to the conclusion that the ringing was obviously a high pitched noise coming from the engine of the old truck. I was a lyttel shocked and realized that I could hear the trucks high pitched noises before I could actually hear the truck. Everyone must experience this almost silent noise. Coming from factories, vehicles and from every single solitary machine. So in other words, a plane could be going over, a motor could be a micrometer off, causing it to resonate a vibration that produces----- just like a 'tuning fork'---- intense high pitched noise that results in an almost 'silent' ringing in our ears. So don't worry, the ringing is external.
This was a memory for many years, now it's a page with more words than I anticipated.

Oh My God, I was Wrong

This experience I can peg right down to the month and the year. My wife Diana was pregnant with our first child Sheila. So it was 1980 around July. It all started with the fact that when we went fishing or camping, I was the one who always decided where we would go. This time my brother Paul complained and said that he wanted to make the plans this time. I agreed and he decided we would go to Lake Minnewanka in the Banff area. I lived in Calgary then. We planned it for the weekend after next. A couple of days later, Paul phoned and was real excited, he wanted to tell me about a weird nightmare he had just had. It was Saturday afternoon. The experience Paul had was fantastic but strange. This was my thinking then. This scared us both. Earlier that day, Paul had gone for a nap. His description went like this; ''I opened my eyes and there was a spirit standing at the bedroom door, wavering. He approached and as he did, he sort of disappeared under the bed, I was terrified. Suddenly 'twas as if the hand of the spirit came right through the mattress and grabbed my wrist. The spirits hand felt like rubber and was trying to pull my hand through the mattress. I could hear running water behind me, like a lyttel waterfall. I was horrified.... and seemed as if I was wide awake. Suddenly another spirit appeared just above and behind me. He stretched out his hand and grabbed my other wrist. His hand was rubbery too. Now I was being pulled up and down. I could see the bedroom and hear water. Amidst the frantic struggling, without warning, it ended as suddenly as it began.'' Now Paul and I, because we could often see our rooms during these experiences.... we would always think we were awake. Also during these things we are unable to move. We were both familiar with these 'nightmares,' as we called them..... then. I was sort of the Guru of the family, I was the one reading about 'psychic phenomena,' 'pyramid power,' and UFO's, so I took it upon myself to try and explain these things and of course, I always thought that I was correct. I had come to the conclusion that because we were part Chinese and of many different races, for some reason the spirits were out to get us. They were evil and could possibly kill us. It seemed the only protection we had, was not to sleep on our backs. If we did, it was sure to happen. This was something I had said to myself and Paul, many times. I knew nothing about ''Out of Body Experiences'' back then. I thought the idea of astral travelling was ridiculous.
The excitement of the semi-traumatic experience wore off quickly and the next Saturday we set out for a good day of fishing Lake Trout. We got there early and were off and on our way across the lake in no time. Minnewanka is a huge, beautiful, mountain lake. We were in a 14ft stern back canoe, with a lyttel 4hp motor my Father had given me. We arrived at our fishing spot, on the other side of the lake where there is a lyttel stream pouring in. We set the girls on shore so they could suntan and picnic so we could get down to some serious fishing. We anchored about 100---150yds out, in about 25ft of water. As the day went, we caught loads of fish and managed to land half a dozen or so. A good days fishing. Without to much concern, I remembered that this lake gets afternoon squalls that come in intervals and get progressively stronger as the afternoon goes. They come like clockwork. I said, 'we'd better go.' Paul wanted to be the helmsman on the way back, so I reminded him to keep an eye on the stern compartment and bail out any water that comes in. Easy to do whilst steering. As soon as we got going the first squall started. I immediately realized that with the four of us and all the equipment we had brought, we would be taking a chance. We were alone this far up the lake. I told Paul to drop me off at shore, that I would start walking, he could drop the girls off and come back to get me. I knew that 'three' would make it for sure. He set me off and started across again, I think I reminded him again to watch for water building up in the stern compartment. No sooner had he left, things got calm again. He started to come back for me. I shouted from the shore that another one will be coming right away and to get across without me. He couldn't hear me and if he could, he was coming anyway. I was pissed off and reluctantly got back into the boat. Off we went across the Sea in na canoe. It was like a Sea. I could see the girls were scared. The waves were getting higher, the water was splashing in our faces. As we crossed the halfway point, I'm sure we all realized just how big this lake was and how bad the squalls can get. Finally the wind and waves began to lessen in intensity. We were travelling perfectly perpendicular to the shore on the other side. The shortest route. It soon became evident that we had made it. Our nerves calmed and now we were in another micro-cosm of weather which was calm. We had arrived at a popular and protected part of the lake. The squalls were still happening behind us, where the winds churned the mountain lake into a Sea. There were now lots of other boaters in sight. Thank God. As soon as we were within a 50, 60yds or so to the shore, we hung a ninety degree turn, which would take us back to the boathouse. We now felt perfectly safe, close, and moving along parallel with the shore.
As we made that turn, I shouted over to a nearby boat, ''Did ya' catch any fish?'' As I said that, I heard my brother Paul say: ''We're going under!'' I was still looking at the people I had just shouted to, waiting for an answer. Their expression was as if, they didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It must have looked comical in a way. We were really going under, Paul hadn't been joking. As the back end went down, I was raised up into the air slightly. At that moment, I was still looking at the people in the boat. With the same breath I had asked them how many fish they had caught, I said: ''Well, aren't ya' gonna' come and get us?'' By the time I got to the word ''us,'' I was totally in the water. Paul and I had simultaneously held the boat, so as to stop it from possibly flipping violently. I'm not sure. Instinct took over and we didn't panic. We laughed, I guess knowing we would be plucked out within minutes. We were very close to shore and a boat was already on it's way. The guy backed up to us like he'd done it a thousand times, I later found out, that it was the first time he'd ever been in a boat. I looked over at my brother and wondered why he was struggling to stay above water. He had saved me from drowning once. Suddenly he popped up and looked fine. He had been trying to hold on to his bag of camera equipment, which he had to let go of. The girls were right between us safe and sound, we were all holding on to the turned over canoe. The guy in the other boat, had his stern right next to us by now. I said: ''Pull Diana out first, she is pregnant.'' Out of the water she went, Diana had spent no more than three or four minutes in the water. The water was cold mountain water. My brothers wife Maryanne came out next. It was actually at that point when I had noticed Paul having trouble and then suddenly being okay. Paul was pulled up next and then myself. The guy took us to the shore. I asked him if he could take the girls back so they could turn on the truck and get warm. Paul and I would stay and retrieve everything that was floating, some of which was already at the shore. The girls took off and Paul and I collected the remains of our tragedy at Sea. His camera equipment had gone down, all of our fishing equipment and the Wives purses. We still had the cooler with the fish in it, the boat and most of all, our lives. When we finished getting everything on to shore, we both stood there looking out across the lake, in the direction from where we had just come. Silent. I looked at the twinkling reflections on the water, from the beautiful Sun. I said to Paul: ''God just spoke to me...... can't you see him in the reflections?'' We both turned and looked at each other, a tear or two were coming. I said again: ''God is with us, he saved us.'' I said: ''You forgot to bail the water didn't you?'' I said, before he could answer, ''Why didn't we go down in the middle, where no one would have seen us, the canoe is green. No more water could have come in once we reached the calm water. So the amount of water in the stern compartment was already in the boat. God kept us up.'' We stared out on to the lake again. I began to thank God, for I had just realized something. I said to Paul: ''Those spirits aren't evil, they were trying to warn us, look Paul.... it's obvious..... one spirit pulling you up and one spirit pulling you down. The guy in the boat pulling you up and the camera equipment pulling you down..... and the lyttel waterfall in the background was the water that came in behind you.'' I had been wrong all along, thinking these spirits were evil. They were trying to warn us. Boy did this make us wonder now. We still weren't ready to explore the fact that our eyes were not open during these experiences, so the possibility of an 'out of body' or contact with Angels or Guides, never even entered our minds. To us, it was some sort of 'spirit' thing. Another neat thing about all this, is that my youngest brother Eric was taking scuba diving lessons and in a few weeks he was going to take his final lesson. After which time, he of course could then buy air. The lesson was at Lake Minnewanka. So three weeks after the incident, Eric received his license to purchase air, he and a friend dove at the area where we had gone down and retrieved everything. I still have two reels from that incident and they work fine.
Yes we were stupid for going across that lake with all the stuff we had. Also, my wife Diana, had gone to the doctor's and told him about the incident. The Doctor stated that if Diana had been in that cold mountain water for more than 10 minutes, we would have lost our first born. Sheila.
Nice to get this on paper.

Easter Sunday, 1984

We moved to Winnipeg in February '84.

Diana had been away from her family for nine years except for a few visits and our wedding in '77. Diana had a lot of catching up to do, so we went practically every weekend to her Grandparents in the country, 80 miles south of Winnipeg. What a beautiful place. When we reflect back to those days between February '84 and Easter Sunday, '84, that period seems like it was a couple of years, when in fact, it was only 7 or 8 weeks. With their beautiful garden I guess it was a timeless place.
Anyway, we visited Easter weekend. I had a real bad asthma attack around noon on the Sunday. In actual fact, the only really bad attack I've ever had. Grandma and Diana took me to the hospital to see Grandma's and Grandpa's doctor. He prescribed me some liquid medicine I had never seen or heard of before. This made things a little better, but I still had difficulty breathing. We probably left early that Sunday, Sheila was three and Matthew was only 11 months old. By the time we got home, the asthma was bothering me again. I didn't want to take anymore of that horrible medicine, so I went to lie down early that Easter Sunday evening. I was having such difficulty in breathing that I was unable to lie on my side. I laid down on my back and hoped I would fall asleep to get away from the discomfort. I didn't think about the ''sleeping on the back thing.'' Next thing I know, I'm getting that whining vibratory sound and feeling, I realize what it is, but I'm too late, my body is already cataleptic and I realize that some awful nightmarish macabre thing is about to happen. My eyes are closed and I'm terrified to open them, because of what I might see. From somewhere, I must have gotten the courage and what a surprise when I did. 'Twas like I was maybe six to ten inches away from the ceiling, all I could move, was my eyes and head. I could see the top of the dresser and the clothes closet..... they were crooked. At this point, one would think one would know that they are 'out of their body,' well I didn't know, as far as I was concerned, I was having a nightmare and possiby the Spirits were coming to get me, even though Paul and I were suspecting the Spirits weren't evil at all. I was horrified anyway, and knew that if I could just roll over, it would all stop. Or even if I could get my wife's attention, then she could wake me up and everything would be okay. I'm sure I was screaming for Diana. Then without any sort of warning, I was suddenly on the side of a gravel road in the country, behind a hedge growing parallel to the road. The fear completely disappeared, 'twas like as if I didn't know what had just happened and now, for all I knew, I was awake on a nice country road. As I kneeled on the dry dead grass from the year before, I pulled back the shrubbery so I could peek through and get a better look at what was going on..... on the other side of the road. Without warning, everything just disappeared and turned into white, completely white as if a giant sheet of white paper in front of me. Out of the center of this came a man, he was wearing a black suit with shirt and tie, grey hair and wearing glasses. As he got closer I realized that I knew this man, he was a school teacher in Vita, Manitoba and his name is John. He was walking towards me with a smile on his face and his hands by his side, palms out as if sort of reaching or giving something. He was a good friend of my wife's Grandparents and had boarded there whilst teaching in Vita. I had met him there on one or two occasions. I know we talked, but I can't remember what it was we discussed. Now in the experience, he said nothing, 'twas just hand gestures. Then again without warning, I was back looking through the hedge to the other side of the road. 'Twas very colorful, there was a lyttel White Church with a nice well kept lawn. There were lot's of people standing around chatting and enjoying a warm breezy Spring day. There were mostly middle aged people wearing colorful flowery old fashioned clothes. I was interested, then again without warning I flew through the hedge and across the road. Seemed as if, that all I was..... was a 'head' with a flowing almost shapeless body, akin to a 'snake' or 'slinky.' I listened attentively to the muffled sounds of their conversations as I whisked around at hip level. For some reason nobody noticed me. Within the experience I was a lyttel upset because they were speaking in another language and I couldn't understand. I desperately wanted to understand. So much, that I began to cry. Again and suddenly, I'm back on the other side of the hedge, observing again and saddened. Another blink and I'm back in the bedroom, a fleeting glimpse of the ceiling, the return of the nightmarish feeling, with waves of sadness overlapping. Now I'm crying and I'm begging for someone to tell me what they are saying.
This time, I'm actually really crying as I wake up, my wife is right beside me stroking my head. Still half in the experience, I ask Diana to get someone to tell me what they are saying. Then of course, I realize I'm awake and I sort of giggle at myself for having been crying and for not knowing what was going on. Diana tells me that I was groaning and moaning. I asked her: ''How long was I in that condition?'' Diana said: ''45mins.'' I said: ''But it only seemed like a few minutes.'' I explained to her what had happened. We both came to the conclusion that these experiences must be those 'out of body astral travelling' things we had heard of. This time, there was no doubt as far as I was concerned. Diana and Paul agreed. They were the ones who first suspected that's what was happening to us anyway. I decided to go back to sleep, before I knew it, 'twas happening again. The noise, the catalepsy, the fear and the 'ceiling.' Then all of a sudden my attention is directed towards the bedroom window. There at the bedroom window, was my wife Diana. Diana said; ''Hey Derek, come and see the old Lady out here,'' as she peered through the bedroom window. I could see right through her. Immediately the fear went away. I swished over to her, but yet it wasn't me who initiated the move. Some unknown force. Or another part of me that has it's own agenda was in control. ( This has happened when I have willingly left my body with a plan to make a particular observation. Then once achieved, the 'out of body' part of the self seems to have plans of it's own. ) Anyway, I flew right into the arms of my wife and looked out the window. I said: ''There's no Lady there.'' I then began to notice my own astral body, I was see through, this was fantastic, both Diana and myself tapered off to a thin cotton like cord at the lower part of our astral bodies. I continued to inspect this wonderful see through body made of light. I felt like I was in a Heavenly ballet, as I waved my arms back and forth, light would come off me as if the curtain like lights of the aurora borealis. I felt good. My wife, with me in her arms, flew right through the bedroom wall into Matthews bedroom and then right through his window to the outside. In reality there was no snow, in the experience there was. Behind the house where we were living then, there was a field and still is. It was to the edge of this field Diana flew to. We hovered above an electrical pole. From there I could see a young boy kneeling down at the base of the pole. In the alley near the boy, there was what looked like, an airplane wing without the skin sitting on a trailer. 'Twas night time. I opened my eyes, Diana was still beside me. I had been groaning throughout the whole thing. Finally it was over. First thing I did the next day was phone my brother Paul in Calgary and tell him. Since then, we don't have nightmares........ we have 'out of bodies.'
Anyway, that was Easter Sunday, in the evening. The next day, Monday late at night, Grandma phoned from Vita and told us that Grandpa had fainted and now was in hospital at St. Pierre. The doctors had told Grandma that everything was going to be okay and that there was nothing seriously wrong with Grandpa. The following morning, Tuesday, at about five thirty, Grandma phoned again and told us that Grandpa had passed away in the early hours of the morning.
Naturally the next weekend we went to the services near their old farm in Rosa, Manitoba. I'll never forget it, because Grandma gave me the honour of leading the procession, in which I would hold a giant Cross on a Staff. I was a lyttel surprised being the only foreigner there..... everyone was either Ukrainian or Rumanian and I was a new face in town. I thought, what an honour and friendly gesture. I was thrilled to have been chosen. Grandma told me that John, a close friend of theirs was going to lead the procession, but couldn't make it due to illness. During the services in the Church, I noticed my wife's Uncle interpreting the Ukrainian services to someone and wished that I could understand. When the whole thing was over, my wife decided to stay there with the children and her sister to be with and comfort Grandma, at least for the next few days. I took the eighty mile drive back home to Winnipeg. I had to be at work the next morning. I don't recall the drive home, but I recall what happened when I got home, vividly. I walked straight into the living and sat down in the armchair. As my hands came to rest on the arm of the chair..... at that very instant internal tears came and I realized what my 'out of body' had meant. Throughout the whole thing I didn't think of it. Then suddenly, seemingly without warning or fore thought, there it was. As clear as day and as sound as a bell. Just like the 'out of body,' at the funeral, there was a lyttel white Church, a gravel road, lot's of middle aged people in different colored clothing, opposed to our traditional 'black.' There was a nice lawn in front of the Church. I led the procession for the man 'John' whom I seen walking towards me, in reflection 'twas as if he was thanking me for something I'd done, before I did it! He would have done it, if he hadn't been sick. Another amazing similarity between the experience and the real thing, was that, in the experience I was upset that I couldn't understand and virtually begged for someone to tell me what they were saying. In the real thing, I also was upset, but only minutely. Strange ay? After that happened, I went out and bought several books on 'Astral Travelling.' I couldn't believe what I read. Seemed as if someone had gone into my mind and wrote it out. All the things that were happening to my brother, my wife and I, was happening to others, and the characteristics were exactly the same.
For the next few years I had many experiences, then they decreased in number. For example, I've only had one brief experience since about December, 98.'
Somehow, I think we all do this, probably every night, and we just don't remember. This isn't a special power I have, why?.... because God made us all equal.

I Saw Myself

1985 - winter 9:00 am
Diana Chin

I went for a nap with my 2 year old son Matthew after taking my oldest daughter Sheila to school. I wrote down most of the details of this out of body, and found the notes in Feb, 2000. Derek has been bugging me to write out all my out of bodies. So here goes.

Leave my body, over and over, on my back. First, I was in a house moving furniture around. Next door a lady named Crystal? Or someone, walked into my house, all of a sudden, another woman was with her. She was holding a silver cup, and looked at Derek and said what is this? I freaked out and exploded by saying, "You have no right to come in here and look at everything without my permission." So they left and I could hear a lawnmower on. So, I thought the next door neighbor was cutting the grass. I thought gee, isn't that strange, the snow must all be gone. Maybe I should cut our lawn, as the lady had commented on how scruffy our lawn looked. So, I was quickly moving furniture around for some reason in case the lady came back. She had also asked, didn't I have any more children? I said, "Yes, he's asleep (right beside me)." I thought, how odd, since I'm awake. Also in the dream, I could see Crystal? Talking to someone. Derek said, "Who's that? " I said, " That's her husband." Dark, East Indian, very handsome. Next, I was with Derek, and we were outside, and there were some toys. Big ones of some kind all over the road and on the sides. And I said, "Don't you think you should move them?" and he said, "No, that's what all Canadians do, leave things everywhere." Next, I was someplace, somewhere, and I thought, well, I left my body, let's test this out. Let's see if I can see myself when I was younger. So it was like I realized I was asleep but if I opened my eyes, the room looked the same, if I closed them - I would focus on one spot and an image would appear. On the wall opposite where I was lying down - and I was aware that Matthew was sleeping next to me - the image would start like a swirl of mist and come into focus into the center of a circle in color. So I'd say 1 - and a baby girl appeared. Then I said 2 , 3, 4, 5 , then I switched to grades. Some of the images looked really pretty and then they started to look very much unlike me. I saw the last one of me that looked like a punk rocker, black - slick with many glasses piled on top of the head. Then, I was aware of a presence behind me - outside of my peripheral vision - I could partially see this presence - it was more of a conscious awareness - and I commented to this entity , "That's not like me". Then I focused again, and this boy appeared, I said, "That's Jerry (he's dead)", when I looked at his eyes - they were mine. Everything went weird. Other people, spirits, popped out of everywhere, and I thought I have lost control and I screamed, "STOP!" And I woke up, sat straight up, eyes wide open, and felt this warm rush all over my body. This experience was over at 10:15 - one hour and 15 minutes had elapsed.

When I reflect on this, I was comfortable with the entire experience until all the other spirits started to join in. I didn't ask them to and realized that I was unprepared to handle it. What puzzled me at the time was who was Jerry? He looked modern, not from the past. I wonder if I saw the spirit of someone I will be in the future, or someone I was in the past - just wearing modern clothes. The circle was the size and shape of the large cowhide rug we had hanging over the bed on the opposite wall of the experience. Derek said maybe I was looking into a Celtic Mandala. A Mandala symbolizes the universe, totality, or wholeness in Zen. Another fact is when I was sleeping, my head was to the north and therefore my feet were pointing south - this supposedly promotes out of body experiences.

Thursday, 16th April, 1998

Holy fork. aliens, aliens, aliens. I can't get them out of my mind. Last night I had so many out of bodies, it scared the hell out of me. I open my eyes and I'm on the other side of the bedroom, and the eyes that open and see things. Are not the eyes of my physical body, but rather the eyes of my ethereal body. Which sees things in a much different way. Sometimes it's terrifying and sometimes I actually enjoy it, and even have a certain amount of control over what happens in the experience. It baffles me, when I read about alien abductions, I find a remarkable similarity between the feelings that come to a person during abduction, and the feelings I have during an out of body. Such as the catalepsy or paralysis, a feeling of a presence, electrical phenomena and sometimes a feeling of helplessness. Also they always occur at night. Although I have had a couple of experiences during the day. I might add, day time projections are very colorful, mostly pinkish and slightly reddish tones. As far as alien abductions go, I would guess the paralysis beam weapons the aliens possess render the abductee out of their body, they then employ their thought beam to manipulate what one sees and thinks of their choice. This really messes up an abductee. When they come out of this, they have either forgotten or thought it was a bad dream or even a nice dream.
Actually, that hallucinatory scenario beamed into their head probably directly affects the memory. Maybe they put a miniature disc into the thought beam device, point it at you and it plays a movie so to speak in your head. I would also say, one would have had to be implanted for this device to work.
I wrote this here exactly the way I first did it.
I do not like the word------''it''---------- in this print.

A Man Came to Me

He said: ''I levitated several times and I battle with demons.'' I said; ''You were lying in bed when this happened.'' He said: ''Yes.'' ''Were the demons at the foot of your bed or close by?'' He said: ''Yes.'' I said: ''I bet you would swear up and down, that when you levitated..... you were wide awake, with your eyes open.'' He said: ''Yes.'' I said: ''You were having an 'out of body' and your own fear was producing the demons.'' I then explained 'out of bodies' to him. He had a Revelation.

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