footboard and looked. And there I was. Or there my body
was. And it was the most incredible feeling I'd ever
experienced in my life. I was outside my body and I knew it. I
was wide awake, fully conscious, with all my essence,
memories, all of me. But there it was asleep on the bed. My
physical body. I even saw one of my arms jerk a little. After
that I felt the need to verify what had just happened, and see
if I could remember it. Soon I was back in my body and wide
awake (M.R.: no re-entering). And it was true. It had really
happened. At last I had done it. And it was real. And I
remembered every second of it.
Artem Mingazov
Ulyanovsk, Russia
I lay on the couch and tried to directly exit. Everything
was going along well when my consciousness suddenly
"checked out" for a moment. When I returned, I realized that
I was lying on the bed and felt a phantom body. I tried rolling
out to the side, which worked, albeit with some difficulty.
Here I began to palpate the bed and myself (I did
everything a bit hurriedly). I couldn't see yet. I decided that I
could deepen and I dove head-first into the floor (that is,
more exactly, into the void). I flew down a little bit, and found
myself in my neighbor's apartment below. I then flew back up
to my own apartment and stood on the floor. Trying to
restore vision, I opened my eyes. It felt like trying to open
the eyes after a long period of sleep deprivation, my eyelids
were heavy and yielded grudgingly. I looked around: I was
standing in my room, it was sunny outside. I decided to try to
fly (well, I love flying) (M.R.: no plan of action). I was able to
fly up to the ceiling, but immediately began to gently fall back
down, being pulled backwards. Upon touching down on the
floor, I bounced back up. This was comparable to when a
balloon falls and hits the floor, springs back up, falls again,
and then bounces up again. I was only able to remain
standing on the floor after repeating this process several
times.
Suddenly it became difficult to breathe, and I tried to go
back to my body (M.R.: wrong action), but was somehow
unable to. At first panic arouse, but then I realized that giving