Out of Body, Out of Time
For the first time in 25 years, I have just had a perfectly clean out-of-body movement. I was listening to music–some old folksongs–when I found myself standing in the middle of the living room. I was confused; when did I get up from the chair.
Then I saw sitting there an odd looking old man in pajamas, staring straight ahead, his eyes black shadows. At first, I was frightened. I could not imagine who it was or how I had missed seeming him. An instant later, though, I realized that it was me, and I was out in the air without my body.
I thought I’d died suddenly and I just looked in amazement at myself, trying to see what had gone wrong. But I was alive, transfixed, but I could see myself breathing.
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