Have You Ever Had an OBE?

Oh, I don't know if he'd want something like this. I did cut it down just to see if i could. It's not a fiction.

So, does that fit the definition for an OBE?

 

That is a wonderful story @Bill Boggs and I'm so happy Virgil lived. I would consider it an OBE for both you and Virgil. It seems to also lean towards being a Spirtual connection too between the two of you.

 

@ Bill Boggs
It certainy fits the definition of an Astral experience.
I would say it was a telepathically induced O.B.E. without question.
The fact that everything is remembered so clearly reinforces that.

 

@Bill Boggs ...great story...you did good.
OBE...personally I do not know. But I do believe in the spiritual connection between the two of you. Kinda like...experiences that twin siblings often have.

 

I always thought it was some kind of astral experience. He and I used to talk about it in the coffeeshop. When some of his buddies were around odor would drop in, He would introduce me and say, this is my brother. He saved my life.. I would tell him not to be so dramatic, who knew what factors might be involved. He's say I don't care what was involved. I don't understand all the details. They were going to kill me and I asked you for help and you had the guts to do what was necessary. The fact is I didn't know what to do.

 

Hi again country star, when I was four years old my mom & dad split up and mom and me went to stay at my cousins in another part of the country. I had never been to their house before and was frightened and confused. That first night I left my body and looked around then floated down the stairs and out into the street, this way of travelling seemed so right and so easy and so very REAL . I went up the street and eventually came to a park then returned to my cousins. Let me say now 'this was real' not a dream, not drugs, not just being upset, I found out much later in life about 'astral voyaging' and this experience fits that in every way. So the next morning I got up with this experience still fresh and I went to the top of the stairs AND JUMPED ... needless to say I did not float gracefully down as I had a few hours earlier. The big crash as I fell and cried out awoke the whole house. Not wanting to say why I had jumped I made out I had tripped and fallen. Later that day I asked mom if we could go to the park up the road. She said I was being silly again but my cousins (two boys) assured her that there WAS a park up the road and I then described it and they confirmed it. All this was sixty four years ago and it is still all as clear as crystal. I have had a few other similar experiences later in life and even started to study and practice astral projection. That led me down a dark side street in life into all things 'occult' which my inner self told me to get away from, so I did. With all my heart and all honesty I can tell you Yvonne and you Bill that this was a genuine out-of-body experience and yours were too. I believe it is as natural to us as any other bodily function and part of a much richer tapestry of the psyche that we have all left behind. I believe in God but not the different labels we put on belief. I believe in 'The Holy Trinity' because that is what I was raised on. Anything that is not loving and caring including every religion in the world can go #### itself but your experiences were real Yvonne and Bill. (sorry to be so serious, not usually my thing)

 

I think it happens when we are really unhappy or frightened or feel trapped.

 

I don't know, Jeff. Mine seemed to happen out of the blue when a friend had a heart attack but maybe so.

 

Obviously you shared empathy through your friendship and felt your friends grief which 'called you out'.

 

Here's a quick story for @Yvonne Smith if I can make it short. My mother and her sister lived across the street and a few doors down from each other. They both seem to dream a lot and one day a week they got together and talked and would tell each other of dreams they had experienced. As time went by they would one would say to the other I dreamed so and so died and within a few days, a week or so sure enough that person died. I have sit in with Mom and my aunt and heard some of these tales, have made fun of some of them. But over several months these death dreams seem to come true with regularity. A gal mom used to work with, a cousin of them both, a friend I grew up with, others .i didn't know but they did. It got so they worried about it and wondered should they tell or talk about it anymore. Mother called me one morning and said I'm scared, I dreamed Truman died and I can't tell Bertha that. She didn't tell her sister her oldest son had died in her dream. Truman was my cousin I grew up with and run around with him. Truman died three days later in a car wreck. After that, I know mom, some nights, would sit up all night so she wouldn't dream. Later her sister asked mom if she had dreamed about Truman. Mom said she had. They agreed they should discontinue their breakfasts. Mom said she quit dreaming about death some weeks later. I don't know about her sister. I was involved in conversations with my mom while some of this was going on. I would tell her 'don't you dare dream about me'. I thought the whole thing a little scary.

 

Could be.