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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.