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Journal Entry, October 15, 1988 I repeat my regular affirmation as I drift to sleep, “Now I’m out-of-body.” Within seconds I’m floating above my body and direct myself to the foot of the bed. Out of habit I say aloud, “Clarity now.” Instantly my awareness becomes clear and I spontaneously think about exploring. There’s a sense of rapid motion and I’m standing in a magnificent parklike courtyard. As I focus, I see around me a dozen people riding bikes and roller-skating. The courtyard is the size of a football field, with several large trees and a stonewall border about eight feet high. I notice that one woman is pushing a baby stroller and two boys are throwing a ball back and forth. The entire environment feels happy and relaxed. I’m especially interested in the baby stroller—I’ve never seen an infant when out-of-body. To my surprise a smiling, red-haired girl about twelve years old skates over to me and asks, “You’re new here, aren’t you?” I respond, “I guess I am.” Out of nowhere it starts to rain and everyone in the courtyard scrambles for cover. I’m amazed. In fifteen years, I’ve never seen weather changes when out-of-body. The girl stares at me and points to shelter under a tree. “Come on. Let’s go over there.” I can’t believe how real the softly falling rain seems. As I enjoy feeling it flow down my face, I wonder if this is a consensus environment. Out of curiosity I focus all my attention on stopping the rain. The girl stares at me as if I’m crazy. “What are you doing?” “I’m stopping the rain.” Instantly the rain stops. The girl continues to stare and asks, “Are you a traveler?” I feel a slight tugging sensation at the center of my back and know I have to leave. “I’ve got to go.” She looks deeply disappointed and says, “Will you come back?” As I look at her face I snap back into my physical body. A tingling sensation quickly fades as my physical senses return. Opening my eyes, I can vividly see the girl’s face in my mind. For some unknown reason I miss her. I feel I know her but I can’t remember how or where. It’s kind of frustrating because I know there’s a connection. I’ve realized for some time that coincidence is nonexistent. I also wonder about her question, “Are you a traveler?” Journal Entry, September 16, 1989 As I drift off to sleep, I repeat my normal affirmation, “Now I’m out of body,” thirty to forty times. As much as possible, I intensify and hold my affirmation as my last conscious thought before going to sleep. I awaken to a slight vibration and sense of rapid motion. After several seconds I find myself standing in a multileveled parking structure. In the distance I can see ramps heading up and down. As I look around, an unusual sight attracts my attention. A shiny new car is half-buried in a pile of dirt. It looks so strange that I’m drawn to it. I think to myself, “Who would do this to a beautiful new car?” For some reason, I have an overpowering need to look inside and begin to brush the dirt away from the windows and doors. As I work, I realize that this is a huge job before me. Even so, I continue to dig handfuls of dirt away from the windows. Finally, a window is clear and I peer inside. Instead of a normal interior, I see a radiant white light permeating the inside of the car. The light seems vibrantly alive with energy and life. I feel an intense inner connection to the light and an overwhelming need to open the car door. With increased intensity, my hands tear at the dirt and slowly clear another window. Out of nowhere a car pulls up beside me with a young man inside. I immediately sense that we know each other quite well, but I can’t remember how or when. He smiles as he speaks. “You’ve got a lot of work ahead of you.” Surprised by his presence, I nod in agreement and walk over to his car. “Would you like to help?” He seems amused by my request and replies, “Each of us must free ourselves.” His words seem to ring in my mind as I instantly snap back to my physical body. My physical senses quickly return as I ponder the experience. More than ever, I realize that my mind is interpreting my out-of-body experiences based upon my current physical concepts, symbols, and images. It’s apparent that a higher part of myself is orchestrating my experiences in a manner that’s appropriate for my current understanding. I recognize and understand the dreamlike imagery of this experience, but I question whether it is necessary. In my mind, the experience is clear. I am striving to free my inner energy-self, my soul. The dirt represents all the negative trash that I’ve collected and accepted over the years—attachments, fears, limits, all the negative attributes and emotions I am working to remove. My personal dirt is limiting, blocking, and restricting the light of my soul from shining forth. I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I demanded to see the true energy source represented by the form. Now, for the first time, I fully understand that many of the forms I see when out-of-body are created for my benefit. They are manifested for my comprehension. Our minds are obviously conditioned to react to forms, not to pure energy. Increasingly it’s clear that my higher mind or soul is creating the outer forms I perceive in order to teach me what I need to know. Now I feel ready to see the reality behind the forms. Next time, I’m going to ask to see the actual raw energy behind all the forms that I perceive. Journal Entry, January 24, 1990 I feel the vibrations and direct myself away from my physical body. Within seconds I’m standing at my bedroom door. Out of habit I verbally request clarity and guidance. Suddenly I feel an intense inner motion, and within seconds I find myself at the entrance of a large stone building. The size and shape of the building are like nothing I’ve seen before; the structure extends to the horizon and appears to be extremely old, In front of me is a set of fifteen-foot-high brass-and-wood doors. Upon entering I see an open room leading to an endless series of corridors. I walk through the open area and enter the closest corridor. All around me are huge rooms filled with forms and objects that appear the same. On closer examination, though, I notice that the objects are slightly different; they appear to be a progression, or possibly an evolution, of the same object. In another room are hundreds of toys, each slightly different in form and structure. I have no interest in the objects and proceed down a long hallway. I realize that I’m in an area that is vacant and appears unused. In front of me are timbers blocking a double door. Using all my strength, I push the timbers out of my way and open the door. Behind the door is an engine or power room of some kind. Directly in front of me is a mammoth engine, 12