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An out-of-body experience (OBE or sometimes OOBE) is an experience that typically involves a sensation of floating outside of one's body and, in some cases, seeing one's physical body from a place outside one's body (autoscopy). Approximately one in ten people claim to have had an out-of-body experience at some time in their lives. For some, the phenomenon occurs spontaneously, while for others it is linked to dangerous circumstances, a dream-like state, a near-death experience, or use of psychedelic drugs. A few have been able to induce the experience deliberately through visualizations while in a relaxed, meditative state, or through a lucid dream. Relatively little is known with certainty about OBEs.

My First Out Of Body Experience

While in the second year of our stay in Germany I fell deathly ill.

At the beginning of the week I began to suffer from some illness of unknown origins. By mid week I was suffering from a severe fever that continued to persist to the point of complete collapse.

I remember my parents coming and going as I slipped deeper and deeper into unconsciousness. By weeks end I remember my Mother entering my room in serious concern and began to work feverishly on bringing my temperature down with ice and wash clothes.

During the week I heard them arguing about some saying of...

"Feed a cold starve a fever" , and my father insisting that it was "Starve a cold feed a fever."

Ultimately if you think about it both parents were saying the same thing. And years later I wondered why they almost allowed me to die. They rushed my sister to the hospital when she fell ill, almost immediately. But then her illness was apparent and visible due to her breathing and air restriction from pneumonia or something that turned her blue and cut off the air to her brain.

With me it was subtle and undetectable at first glance, so I imagine that’s why.

Anyhow I was totally delirious when my mother arrived that day and became desperate in her nursing skills. Finally she came back into the room crying and moaning the word "No NO NO" over and over as she sopped the sweat from my shivering body.

I was coming in and out of consciousness unable to speak.

She was in a total emotional breakdown at she scooped me out of bed and into her arms.

The weird thing was when she lifted me from the bed and carried me to the chair, set at the foot of the bed; she had left me behind and took only my body; where I from my pillow took a mental double take as I watched her hold my limp and lifeless body in her arms as she sobbed tearfully in grief crying out to God …

"No no no, Michael, god don’t die, don’t die; don’t be dead. God no please, etc..."

I remember seeing my arm fall to the side and my head just drop back.

In my mind I saw the Michael Angelo motif of Mother Mary holding the lifeless body of Christ Jesus after he was released from the cross.

Suddenly I heard this electrical sparking sound like two ends of jumper cables being flicked against each other. Then I saw a bolt of lightning and then an arc that shot from me to my body. And then I kept popping back and forth from the bed into my body like a bolt of lighting back and forth with a strange clicking sound and a rapid visionary slide show that kept repeating shorter and shorter until a super whip sound snapped me back into my body.

My fever instantly broke and I wasn’t feeling the slightest bit sick. In fact I suddenly felt fantastic and new and I reached out and touched my mothers face and she broke into heavy sobs of thankfulness out loud to God.

Later in life when my Mother was dieing I often thought of her and that moment, wondering if she had made a deal with the lord to take her and not me. And somewhere in the back of my mind I can hear the Lord as I was at her death bed saying that he was and had been merciful by not taking her from us until that day we watched her pass on. It was like my mother to or any mother to think and say such a thing as she held her dying child. It is called sacrificial Love and I believe that was the love that returned my soul into my body. Sometimes I think she should have let me die and spare me all the pain that life has often brought, but I suppose that is just another selfish thought of my own. Except that then I feel now as I look back on my life I was innocent and pure in so many ways and had not become the prodigal that has left me in such a tattered and often corrupt situation.

One benefit to this experience was that it granted me the gift of healing. Since then as silly as it may sound, I have been able to pray and lay healing hands on animals to heal them. I also have a natural intuition for remedies and concoctions to heal me self and others. 

I had several more experiences of different nature and various degrees of intensity. I believe from this first experience however some sort of residual remained and I was granted the gift of healing inadvertently. 

Another Tall Order for Myself.

When something inside you says this doesn't feel right. That something inside you is probably the only feeling that is right.

What do you do when that something is telling you something and yet you can not define that something? The answer is Truth…

It's hard to cleanse the soul; and to purge the mind. What do you do when the delusion is darkness?

You shed some light. Light transforms the darkness.

What if this delusion is all me? What is this nagging feeling?

I have filled the void once but there's a hole in my heart. So I must continue to pour in light. How do I plug this hole? No other human can do this. I must cast away the vice it self. I cast away this delusion and I replace it with light. I replace it with true light and the goodness of light.

I am not ashamed to be a good person. I am not one to follow my lusts. I shed and cast away my lusts. I replace my lust with wisdom and find happiness and joy in being innocent. I will not be taunted by the apple.

I will walk away and be majestic in perfection. I will not worry and concern myself over the lust of others and make them my own lusts as well. Or delude myself with lies or the lack of truth.

I am on my own path to eternity. In the end we walk alone, in the end we are forced to follow the path to the creator and come face to face with such palaver. I can not deny all that I have come to know and learn.

What I have come to know and learn is the Truth. I have tested the truth and been tested by the truth. To deny my truth is to step into darkness and wander blindly only increasing vices.

There is nothing wrong with virtue. It feels fantastic to be clean. Why should I want to wallow in the filth of so much decadence, this would only mean that I am not master.

I am a master.

I am a master at everything I do

From my experience I should be able to clearly see the trap and avoid it. Shall one see the sharp jagged edges; the steel teeth of a bear trap and purposely press the pedal to see if it shall spring shut upon one's own leg. No this is a form of self destruction, suicidal tendencies and I have risen above this juvenile state. Just because the thought of stepping in front of an on coming bus crosses my mind shall I guilt myself into committing the actual act. Shall I step onto the asphalt because I see everyone else doing it; clearly I have seen the results and consequence. Seriously I have experienced the effect of doing so metaphorically speaking. One form of pride that I'm proud to admit is that I am more intelligent than this. Yes one experiences the pleasure of satisfying a lustful crave, but that crave becomes a habit and this habit becomes an addiction and this addiction will always find its way as a path of destruction.

The lust of satisfying all desires of flesh is the ultimate realization that it can never be satisfied. So do we eat moderately and properly in the correct context, of it all to be healthy; or do we gorge ourselves until our belly rolls over our belt and our bowels pour like watered stew as we add our waste to the cesspool. Then do we in our porkish need dive into that cesspool and find joy in being a swine.

Been there, done that and I'd much prefer a gourmet dinner with a respectful cordial guest with whom I can trust and be my true ally in the positive growth of mind, body and soul. To be with someone who can nourish my spirit and bath in a bright crystal pool instead of the latter just mentioned.

One can find all sorts of justifications to be sub-human. Sure I find dogs entertaining and I think watching pigs would be somewhat similar.

However my eye wanders more often to things of beauty, than the ugliness that is piped in by the wicked powers that be, when it comes to entertainment. I guess sometimes we must examine the effects of negativity to understand the consequence of it's impact in our lives.

Not like I'm some sort of prude, but as the final word is; the choice is truly yours and the question is; are you strong enough to not eat that rotten apple?

Reality television says you're weak if you can't swallow the maggots putrid cum that has been deep throat thrusted down your sorry esophagus.

It takes a greater strength to suffer the taunts of the low lifers who make it seem like you are less than a man than to be an animal. Who and what do I have to prove to anyone that I am or I am not?

Would you; even for a million dollars and all this with its subtle karmic twist as you accept the apple. I've seen those who have done much worse for nothing, what comedy. You can keep it; once again I have been there as well.

So I do not come to you as a preacher not even a teacher but as an experienced student who now must make a choice of my own. I write this as most of the things I do, for myself. Perhaps it's a form of being self centered. If so I apologize; for the tight rope I walk is quite a delicate balancing act. So grant me your forgiveness and continue to spare me all comments. I see no reason for you to change because of me, so carry on.    

I am a creator and I enjoy creating. I have come to shun destruction. I want to be a liberator of the soul and mind; not one that binds and ties it up. I see no happiness or joy in bondage. I see a pathetic victim that has no mind to find something more productive to be entertained with. I would rather have my head severed than to accept all the negative logic that would attempt to convince me to otherwise do so...

I will loosen my own knots and move on to bigger and better things.

If I sing and play it will be that of awe and respect in honor of creation and not the worship of degradation; from this point foreword.

Good Luck ~ Michael

Wisdom

FLORIDIAN EXCURSIONS

The next account as I describe it, is now done from my adult perspective. As I a child I had no specific description to give explanation, only the vivid memory that I have held; and over time was able to explain it to myself from a greater understanding and a more definitive vocabulary as I aged in years and experience.

While I was living in Florida a strange occurrence happened that I remember to this day and can not explain its reality in my mind. And I still have no complete understanding of it as if it were some sort of dream, or if it were an actual happening. It will be up to you to determine what this is from your own perspective. However to me it was real and I have no doubt in my mind that it is a true and complex account of my life and memory of our Floridian excursion.  

We spent a lot of our time touring distinctive scenic places for tourists to visit in Florida.

Like Miami, Fort Lauderdale and other numerous parts of the Everglades. Often; being so young I had no clue where we were exactly at specific points in time. I would often ask my father and he would give me a direct answer and that’s what I would rely on in making my orientation clear to my understanding and immediate surroundings.

One day we went to a zoo located by or in the glades. We did all the normal viewing; one would do and see at a Zoo. I only remember a couple of things of that day.

One was as we walked, we came upon a gathering of people around a giant concrete enclosure. I ran up to the rim and peered down into this pit and saw this humongous alligator. The pit was filled with lush ferns and other planted floral ornaments. It was circular in nature with the middle being a gigantic concrete column that rose up the center with a terrarium effect at the top. At the bottom of the pit was dirt and must have stretched about 10 feet across to the center column. Directly at the bottom was the huge thick hide of the beast about 20 feet down. Its body filled the entire area, where it was barely squeezed in that enclosure. Its head was indescribably enormous tapering off to the end of the snout. It sat at the bottom of the pit solid and perfectly still as if it were a taxidermy creature on display. Adults looked down at it in awe and fear. Some of the other children in the vicinity began to question if it were alive. Then, a Park Ranger lady walked up and began telling the story of its great size and how it was captured. People had died in the effort to contain and confine this creature. She talked about its food and how live goats were placed down there for it to eat. She also mentioned that it had been down in the pit for years and it continued to grow even after its capture. She said at one point its tail had come clear around the fifty foot circular enclosure where the creature aggressively gnashed out at its own tail seriously wounding itself and causing the caretakers to take action in amputating. We walked around and I could see through the brush and branches that sure enough the creature was lumped off about four feet from its haunches making it look rather stumpy.

One child asked the ranger lady if it was really alive and she said not to let its apparent docile nature fool us. That it would most likely eat anyone who fell in to the pit before help could arrive. Most people suddenly backed away from the concrete rimmed edge.

I clung to the wall peering down into the pit with my feet dangling just above the dusty ground, absorbing every inch of the monstrosity. It never moved.

I asked the Ranger why it bit off its own tail. She announced to us all, that it must have thought that it was another gator invading its territory and struck at itself in protecting its own territorial spot. She said it took some time before the tail to become gangrenous and at that point the decision was made to amputate. She said the actual bite was only down at the tip of its tail but it had to be amputated clear up by its body to keep the infection from spreading and killing the alligator. She said the gator was 60 feet in length before its tail was chopped off to save its life.

That spectacle ended and we wandered to other exhibits and eventually back to the car and this is where things got really weird. My father was in the driver seat and I peered over his shoulder as he read this brochure with a monkey face drawn on the cover. He just stared at it before telling us to buckle up and off we went to the next destination in our family adventure. We drove for about 30 minutes following some signs and things. And at this point I don’t know if I fell asleep and the journey continued in my dream seamlessly in a real time effect or not.

But we turned down an exit that turned into a gravel road. The gravel road turned into a dirt road and my mother began to question the direction we had taken, but my father assured her that he took the correct exits. Right about that moment we came upon a slight commotion of people and a couple of cars at a "T" in the road. More rangers and as my Father drew closer one ranger in a slicker, sunglasses and brimmed hat, waved us down the road side with his flashlight. It was twilight and the road turned into a hard bumpy trail with gutters for the tires and very rugged as if it had rained and then dried to a hard crusty track. Some cars were pulled off the road and just sat there empty. We drove through a small swampy forest where two trucks sprayed bug spray into the air in a very fine mist. Just as we went past the trucks the swamp gave way to a meadow clearing and all along the way rangers in broad rimmed hats and sunglasses kept waving us on along with a small caravan of cars behind us, always urging us to keep moving forward. We finally came to the end of the meadow and were guided into a well groomed encampment towards some giant concrete enclosures.

As we slowly made our way around them we circled in front of them. I can only describe the structure as what would be a racket ball court in a park. We drove at the edge of a low chain link fence about forty feet from the structure. At this point several rangers marched slowly up and down on both sides of the road. A mega phone speaker started an announcement just as we came in full view of the front of the first opening of the concrete slabs.

“Stay in your car-Keep driving-Do not get out of your vehicle-Follow the road-Stay in your car-keep driving-do not get out of your vehicle-follow the road.”

Then the most amazing sight came into view. Giant apes and I mean King Kong size were chained separately in each court three or four in all. (This was way before I ever knew anything about King Kong the story.)

One was female because I could see its sagging breasts. All looked very sad and unhealthy. They had chains on their ankles, wrists and neck. It was a total jaw dropper. The car was silent and we just stared in complete amazement as the rangers just walked back and forth waving and pointing in the direction to drive as the announcement over the PA system made its repetitive statement as well.

The creatures just stared down at us never moving, sitting and leaning against the walls in a very bored and droopy looking state of being. Just as we came to the last court the creature lifted its arm along with the chain dangling to scratch it’s nose and for the first time all the rangers took their eyes of us and briefly on to the beast and then back on us again.

We drove right into another swampy forest enclosure where a fine mist of water was spraying into the air from several tall pipe spigots. The same trail thing all the way back to the main road, where at this point twilight had given way to darkness and only a fleck of color was left in the distant horizon as we drove onto the main highway. What was once a trail of cars, maybe 10; was now only 3 as we struck asphalt and drove off into the night.

When we got back to the motel, I began to question my family on what we saw that day. I talked about the Giant Alligator and the monster sized Gorilla Monkey. And they all stared at me. Just like your probably thinking right now. There was my Mother- Father and both Sisters just scratching their heads in amusement of this wild imaginative child. I went on and on, and no one said a word, finally they just started laughing and treated me like I was in the midst of a fantasy. I was perplexed and began to question myself and began to wonder what was going on. I then mentioned Coral Castle and then everyone suddenly began talking about our visit to Coral Castle. So at least I knew that the morning had existed and that crazy coral castle man was something to ponder in truth.   

I did a search and found Giganto and other giant monkey links…But these creatures were not anything like what I saw. All that I found looked like Big foot. These were 5 times bigger and looked like a mix of Gorilla and Chimpanzees. These creatures were not as muscular looking  as a gorrilla

Had Gorilla type faces but more of a chimp and gorilla looking type of bodies and just plain huge.

As Far as Giant Gators...

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