30 years

Its been at least 4 months since I’ve posted anything here, quite ridiculous. I would like to post more often but work has been crazy. Hopefully in the coming months I will have more time.

I’m just going to start with my most recent experience, about 1 week ago. This time I woke up around 5am to get a glass of water and headed immediately back to bed. Instantly I felt the standard vibrations. Yes, these are real, and I have experienced them for many years. I’m totally comfortable with the vibrations and I become excited and stand up and out of my body right away. I’m always in a similar but different version of my bedroom. This time all I had on my mind was to find someone, anyone, who could answer questions.

I felt very focused as I practically ran to my front door and out, my bare feet slapping against the cool concrete of the path leading to our parking lot. I thought to myself, I feel the concrete smacking my feet JUST like in real life!! This was incredible. I stopped and observed how I felt and realized everything was like real life. I said to myself, “This is exactly like real life.” This was the first time I’d noticed my feet. I was actively recognizing that I had no shoes on. If this sounds strange see if you can truly remember the feeling of the door knob on your hand this morning as you left for work. Or how the steering wheel felt on the drive. You can recall the sensations, but are you really recalling from this morning or is the memory an amalgam of experiences since the day you began to drive? I believe you wouldn’t have specific memory of the feel of your steering wheel this morning unless there were some reason to call it out above all others. We take a lot for granted and its the same way when out of body. It wasn’t until the last few times that I have been focused enough to observe the common interactions of my body with these new environments and take mental notes.

But now I was wondering where the hell am I?

As I did, a man came down the walkway. He had brown hair and was neatly dressed. I can’t say he was familiar at all, his eyes were expressive and he was well dressed.

I looked him directly in the eyes and startled him. “How long have you been here?” I demanded to know. I don’t know why that was my first question. I had so many other like, where is here and who are you? Why am I here? Have you seen me before? What is this place? Is this Earth? What do you call it? But all I managed was how long have you been here? Its been driving me crazy all week because no sooner did he answer than I was back in my body awake in my bed.

His answer was even more perplexing. 30 years.