- Prissy Hamilton
I learned to leave my body years ago while reading Robert Monroe’s book titled, ‘Journeys out of the Body’. It is my habit to read in bed before I go to sleep at night. I couldn’t fall asleep one night and started thinking about the book and the chapter I had just read. I started playing with the idea of an OBE (out of body experience) and decided that if he (Robert Monroe) could do it, I could too.
I started out questioning any fears that I may have about it. What would I feel if I suddenly found myself across the room, looking back at my body in my bed? No sooner had I thought this, when there I was, across the room, looking back at my body. It was fun, actually, and certainly interesting. Since that time, I’ve done it many times consciously (I have come to believe that we all do it unconsciously, all the time). While climbing the stairs to my bedroom, I would decide where I would go that night, check up on friends or just simply explore and experience wandering the earth. Sometimes I would retain memory of my adventures, and sometimes they would slip into the backdrop of forever, depending on my level of interest.
So, it wasn’t shocking or unusual this particular night to find myself ‘coming back’ to my body from the west corner of my bedroom. What was shocking and provoking was what I saw. They say that we have a cob web like antenna attached to us, a sort of psychic thing that tells us if there is someone close, or tampering with our being. They say, that our initial reaction is one of questioning whether it is friend or foe, our lunch or are we about to become someone else’s lunch. I don’t know what the circumstances were that time, perhaps I sensed something happening that I felt I should be a part of or perhaps I was just bored with the adventure and wanted to return home. What I do know, is what I experienced upon my return.
There, on my side of the bed, were four small entities, standing around my body. I was immediately on alert, and emotionally felt as if I was pouncing into the scene with a strength and clarity that I hardly thought I had in me. What were they doing there, why were they there to begin with? I seemed to have the knowledge of who they were already.
They did not look solid, but then, when one is OB (out of body), things don’t appear solid, but rather veiled in an opaque sort of way. It is as if you can see through things. Almost an x-ray type vision and I can relate it a bit to the night vision type binoculars that are out on the market today. Things do not appear solid, and indeed, they really aren’t, as while OB one can go through walls, float over/under oceans, trees, or go almost any where unencumbered. One can see, hear, feel, communicate, and pretty much don’t feel any different than being in the body except for the freedom of being and moving. I don’t pretend to know the how's and all the scientific dynamics of it, I can only relate to you what the feelings are and what the experience was that night.
I wasn’t shocked at all, a fact that amazes me a bit, but I obviously shocked my visitors. They didn’t expect me to return when I did. Caught in the cookie jar was the feeling. They began, what seemed like, frantically ‘packing things up’ to make a swift departure. It occurred to me not to go back into my body. I somehow knew that I would not be able to function with the clarity of mind that I wanted. I instinctively understood that if I returned to my body, I would fall asleep, be sluggish and succumb to the ‘screw it, I’m tired’ sort of thing, and by the time morning dawned, I would have no trace of memory about it. So, I was on full alert, and I remember realizing how incredible it was that I had no fear about this situation.
All my life I have had the unrelenting drive to ‘know’. And knowing to me, is finding out the truth of things within myself. During the journey, I have peeled away layers of concepts, feeling, and illusions and in order to stay on track with it, I have come to learn how to keep myself ‘conscious’ with experiences, so I can sort them out later. This experience was no different, I wanted to stay in full consciousness because I wanted all the information about it I could acquire.
They were about four feet tall, busy with their work and not paying much attention to anything other that my body that lay on the bed. I whizzed into the room and started questioning and the questions seemed to be answered by the entity closest to my head. Who the hell are you and what are you doing?
The answers came in something I will call a ‘rote’. Like, if I could somehow push an understanding out toward you and you would pick it up and instantly know it in some strange way. So, not only do you get the words, you get the understanding, knowledge and feelings attached to the words. Rather like a whole package of understanding or knowingness. Not that it would interfere with your own understanding, but rather, give you the ‘inside scoop’ of someone else’s understanding of a situation.
It is impossible to put quotes to it, but here are the answers in the form of the knowingness derived from the ‘rote’ passed to my understanding. They come from a planet that was once called Molena (not sure that is exact, but close). This home planet was somehow destroyed, by their own hands, their own species, their own manifestations. It was explained to me that Haley’s comet is the largest piece remaining of their once whole planet. It is now on it’s own course around the stratum and is uninhabitable. From their point of view, we appeared to be taking the same course. It looked to them like we were about to destroy ourselves and our planet and although they could not prevent us from doing that, they decided to take pieces (DNA?) of us (everything on earth) to keep safe in another space so we wouldn’t be ‘lost’ like they feel they were. They apparently know a death, but their life span is much longer than ours - something like three or four times longer. As this was being related to me, they were gathering up and within seconds, it seemed, were on their way out via the window on the east side of the bedroom. I remember seeing a light outside, but was too caught up in my own emotions to investigate.
I, by this time, was in a frothed rage. I found myself pacing the bedroom back and forth shouting, cussing and ranting. I have no idea how long this went on, but at some point I stopped dead still. As I stood there, I suddenly wondered why, my husband and dog had not come to my rescue. I looked over at the bed. They were asleep. My husband on his right side, turned away from my body and Shanti curled up at the foot of the bed. (My body was curled up behind my mates in a ‘spooning’ position.) Both appeared unaware of my ranting. Then, I realized that I was still out of my body, and my vocal ragings were done on an ESP type level. In other words, I was not using my vocal cords (they were still in my body, of course). I calmed down, I floated (for lack of better word) over to my body and slipped into it. I suddenly felt a heaviness, a weight, both emotionally and physically, but before I allowed it to take me over, I agreed to myself that I would not forget what had taken place. I fell into a deep comfortable, heavy sleep.
Upon awaking the next morning, I didn’t think too much about it. I had to dress for work and do the normal work day routine. The day progressed normally and the evening, after dinner, found me sitting on the couch watching a favorite TV program. I had my arm resting on the arm of the couch and my hand behind my head. I started playing with my hair and discovered two scabs in the hairline just above my neck. I scratched at them briefly taking a minimum amount of notice. It wasn’t until the next night that, sitting on the couch, doing the same thing, it triggered something inside me. I suddenly got off the couch and went upstairs without saying anything to anyone. I went to my side of the bed and started examining the pillows. There, on the neck roll pillow I slept on, were two dried spots of blood. As I saw them, as I stood there, the memory came flooding back. It was so strong that I ended up sitting on the bed for a long while, allowing the entire experience to come back. It was one of those moments, when memory returns, you just allow it, accept it and then start a contemplation about it.
Several days went by as I silently questioned myself about the experience. I figured out why my bed partners had remained asleep, and undisturbed: my body had not moved in the bed with them, only the essence of me had moved. It was the essence of me that had screamed and cursed, not my physical vocal cords, so unless they were OB as well, they wouldn’t know or at least my sense told me that they wouldn’t know.
Through the years, and it has been many, I haven’t talked about it very much to other people except for my partner. I had extreme anger surrounding the situation, and we all know that where there is anger, behind the anger is fear. Just approaching the subject would make the hair on the back of my neck prickle. Often people would say that they wanted to meet an alien, why didn’t they just come down and visit and I would always respond by smiling and making some kind of statement that I bet it wouldn’t be so grand, eye ball to eye ball. The several people I did tell, heard it from a cussing, outraged person. And my term for them became ‘the assholes’!
Not long ago, I read a book, called Flying Saucers 101, written by Harold Burt. It was the first thing I have read about the subject since that night. It brought up the memory again (not that I had forgotten), and the feelings have indeed muted a bit with the passing of time. I still struggle with fear about it, but I need to face that. Hopefully this little piece with eliminate my embarrassment of it since I’m about to put it on the World Wide Web, for goodness sake! They obviously didn’t do any damage - didn’t change my sojourn - there is much more to learn, which I will be able to do, when the fear and judgments are dealt with. I also realize that I have to practice what I preach and that judging them ‘assholes’ is not the way to go with so little information.
But I’m here to tell you - it’s real, can’t say much more than that, don’t have the answers, don’t even know all the questions - but make no mistake, we are not alone in this universe.
