That the out-of-body experience frightened me then is a quantum
understatement. When it recurred, I was filled with panic-driven
visions of brain tumors and oncoming insanity. This led to extensive
physical examinations, all negative, followed by recommendations of
psychotherapy for “minor hallucinatory dysfunction.” I discarded this
diagnosis automatically. Some of my best friends at the time were
psychiatrists and psychologists with their own problems, albeit
certainly more orthodox.
Instead, I stubbornly began a search and research into the
phenomenon out of self-preservation and, as the fear and panic
subsided, out of growing curiosity. The trail took me beyond
conventional scientific circles (total rejection), religions (“It’s the
work of the devil”), parapsychology (“Interesting. Sorry, no data
available”), and Eastern disciplines (“Come study at our ashram in
northern India for ten years”). This was chronicled in my previous
book, Journeys Out of the Body.
One thing is certain. The purpose of the previous book was many
times fulfilled. It brought thousands of letters from all parts of the
world and among them many hundreds of people wrote their personal
thanks for a reassurance that they were not mentally deranged, were
not so much alone after all with their “closet” secret experience that
they could not explain, and, most important, that they were not
necessarily candidates for the psychiatric couch or mental hospital.
That was the stated purpose of the original book: to help just one
person avoid such needless incarceration.
I personally am bemused at the changes in these twenty-five years.
In most academic and intellectual societies, it is now quite acceptable
to talk about OOBEs. However, I’m sure that the great majority of
people in our culture are still unaware of this facet of their lives. In
1959 or 1960, I certainly would have derided the idea that I might
give a talk on OOBEs at the Smithsonian Institution. Or papers on the
subject would be presented before the American Psychiatric
Association. But they happened.
One of the most frequent approaches I hear reminds me very much
of the old and worn-out show-business routine about the question a