I've always had a scientific mind. You want to prove something to me? Show me the facts. Back it up with evidence. Convince me and make it a sound argument. But I've also always had an interest in the supernatural. Ghosts, poltergeists, telepathy, communication with the other side...they've always intrigued me. But I've never really believed in that sort of stuff. Why? Because I've never seen a ghost, never had my kitchen chair slide backwards across the room, no one's ever read my mind and I've never talked to a dead person. The only paranormal phenomenon that I do believe in is out-of-body experiences (OBE). Why? Because I've had them...many, many times. What I am about to share with you, only a handful of people know. But I'm ready to share my secret because I think it's pretty cool.
The first couple OBEs that I had, I had no idea what the heck was happening to me. It wasn't until I found a bunch of books at the good old Cuelenaere that I finally put a name to the phenomenon. As I was reading one author's description of his OBEs, my blood literally turned cold. Literally. I had goose bumps on top of my goose bumps. I was freaked out and yet excited at the same time. I was terrified and yet extremely curious. What exactly happens during my OBE? Read on...
First of all, I have to be laying flat on my back. Just as I am about to drift off into dreamland, I get zapped with a bolt of electricity. The electricity is a blue bolt about the width of the fat part of a light bulb. It starts at the top of my head and shoots down through to my feet. I can hear it crackling and I can smell it burning. After I've been shocked a couple of times, I am now conscious. But I am also paralyzed. The first time this happened to me, I was freaking out. I couldn't talk and I couldn't move but I was very much awake. Next, I slowly begin to rotate lengthwise, like a helicopter blade starting up. It starts off slow and gets faster and faster. At this point, I've risen off the bed and am beginning to travel around. In all of my 'trips', I've never been able to move beyond the walls of my bedroom. I can rise above the ceiling and below the floor (and I could recall in detail what would be underneath my bed). I spin and I spin and I spin, but I never feel like I am going to throw up. As I've mentioned before, I was terrified of this in the beginning. But after about the fifteenth time of it happening, I actually got to enjoy it. As soon as the electricity hit, I would say "Here we go!" and just enjoy the phenomenon.
At first, I didn't know why this was happening to me. As the years went on, I was able to trace the pattern and connect the OBE's to stress...supreme mental stress. The last OBE I had was in February 2003 on the night before my interview for the College of Education. I started having OBE's when I was in grade 12 and a "friend" of mine was totally, utterly and completely mentally and emotionally abusing me. This girl was (and probably still is) psychotic with a capital P. I ended up seeing a therapist because I was feeling out of sorts and not at all like myself. By the end of the first session, the therapist had it pegged that I was in an abusive relationship (which sounds really funny to say when it's just a friendship) and that I needed to end said friendship NOW. I ended it as best as I could, but this "friend" sort of stalked me for awhile and the OBEs continued until she finally left me alone.
There are still nights when the zapping starts, but nothing more develops. It's sort of nice to have this little 'radar' that can tell me when I'm mentally overloaded and that I am in need of de-stressing. Someday, I'd like to try and harness this little 'gift' (or whatever you want to call it) and see where it can take me. Maybe someday I'll make it past the bedroom walls.
And so it stressingly goes...
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