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Out of Body Experience
by Paul1954
Well I never thought that I would ever get to experience what I am going
through right now. There was never even the remotest possibility that I could
ever be in the situation that you see me in today as I grew up with all the
dreams of a typically healthy young man.
My junior years consisted almost entirely of me wanting to be the best
footballer on the planet and my teenage years of wanting to be the worlds
hottest rock star. I wanted to be lusted after by young girls, idolised by
young males - I wanted it all as I practised into my mirror with a tennis
racquet acting as a psuedo guitar.
Two things prevented me from realising these dreams; the first was that I was
an absolutely abysmal sportsman, the second was that I was completely tone
deaf!
Neither of these facts altered the talents that I kept so well hidden from the
world, hidden within the realms of my fantasies. In my own mind I would
see myself running with the ball to clinch that vital touchdown, clinching
victory in the last few seconds. To that inner realm within my deeper self I
would feel my fingers flying across the frets as I completed the last few bars
of the killer solo in my phenomenally successful cover version of Led
Zeppelin's 'The Immigrant Song'.
The lack of achieving these childhood ambitions did not stunt my personal
development though, as I matured through my late teens and moved into my
early twenties with all the pragmatic enthusiasm of one of life's great
optimists.
I know that all this would be hard for you to believe, when you see me today
like this, but you must understand that it's not like I'm complaining or
anything. I would not trade this moment that we're sharing for anything that
I've either dreamed of or experienced, even though the personal cost has been
high - both to me and to my family. It's just that I have a real, and
overwhelming, need to share the secret that I have kept to myself for so many
years. I need to open up my heart to those who will always trust me, and
who will never doubt my feelings for them. That can only be you!
You just lay there while I indulge myself, and I'll tell you everything about
how I got to be in this situation. This is a once, and once only, opportunity as
I will never tell another living soul what I am about to tell you now.
First of all I need to tell you a little bit more about myself, it will help you to
understand how I became what I am.
I was christened Howard James Cooper in November nineteen-seventy three;
the only child of my mother Mary, and my dear departed father, George
Cooper. For as long as I can remember I had always felt I was a little
different from other children although I didn't quite understand why. From a
very early age my parents would find me talking to people that others
couldn't see, hear me describing extremely vivid dreams and, many times,
how I had travelled above myself and seen my own body from the top of the
ceiling. I had even told them that I had drifted through the walls in this house,
and had seen them sleeping in their own bed.
Understandably, they didn't like this one little bit and discouraged me from
talking about it to anyone for my own protection; no one else would be likely
to understand what I had told them they said, hell - I don't think they really
understood themselves!
As I got older I realised that I possessed strong psychic capabilities and
learned, mainly through trial and error, how to control them. First and
foremost I found that I could see, and talk, to people whom had passed onto
the next world. These visits were so real to me that it took me a while to
realise that they were actually the spirits of those departed, and I never
seemed to question what they were doing here in my room but they held no
fear for me. Another possible gift I had experienced was that of second sight.
On many occasions I had been able to predict, or make an uncannily accurate
guess, about the outcome of a minor event but I had never attempted to
pursue this, not being convinced that this was anything more than co-
incidence and this was something that genuinely scared me!
Of one thing though, I had no doubt whatsoever. This was the ability I had to
project my astral self outside of my body. Whenever I did this I would feel
the most incredible sensation of freedom, it was almost akin to flying, and it
started to become an integral part of my life.
These experiences continued throughout my adolescent, and high school,
years - through the meeting and courting of my future wife, and right through
the painful experience of losing my father. He had died from a rare form of
leukaemia and the speed with which he had deteriorated had shocked us all
and had left a lasting impression on me as to how very tenuous our hold on
our mortal existence is. I took great comfort though, from his visit to me just
two days later as his spirit re-assured me that he was well, and that he was
looking forward to when we could all be re-united as God dictated. That
experience would stand me in great stead as I was presented with the sternest
test of my faith, in the years to come.
Apart from my ability to commune with those departed, my gifts also allowed
me to enjoy some unimaginable and wonderful experiences that enriched my
life considerably. Included amongst these were the times when I entered
another person's body, and this I did on a number of occasions. I never kept
this up though, as each time I had performed this act I had felt a little soiled -
a bit like a voyeur or some kind of interloper. Each time that I had tried to join
with another, the host had become aware of my presence very quickly, but I
had never stayed long enough for them to pin down exactly who, or what, I
may have been. Moreover, I had never tried this with a girl!
Never, that is, until I tried it with my wife. That was a night I will always
remember for both good and bad reasons.
We were both very young when we had married, but we were in love and
were devoted to each other so what the hell - why wait anyway! Our love
making was always an intense and passionate occasion and I can vividly
remember, one night, wishing I knew how she felt when I was inside of her -
wishing I could experience what a woman feels like when she is making love
with someone that she truly loved.
It was at this point, when I could feel Louise approaching a climax, that I
completely lost control of myself, wishing that I could share her moment of
ecstasy, when it happened. Without consciously trying to, I found myself
joining with my wife as she started to climax and I experienced some of the
most incredible sensations that I had ever known. She was completely
unaware of my presence, confusing it with her heightened emotions, and
only realised that something was not how it should have been when she
started to recover from her orgasm and noticed that my body was a total dead
weight on top of her.
It completely freaked her out and her scream, I think she thought I had died,
soon brought me back to reality and I returned to my body. Well, at that point
I had to explain everything about what I could do and all about my abilities. It
had scared the hell out of her and she didn't take it at all well, telling me that
she would leave me if I ever tried to do anything like that with her again.
That had been the only really low point in our relationship and I determined I
was never going to put our marriage at risk again. Of course, I would never
stop myself from enjoying my OBE's - that was just as much a part of me as
living or breathing - but I resolved never, again, to try and join with another
person's body in this way.
I had stuck to that resolution and was never, ever, tempted to repeat that
experience, that was until the point of the accident, the accident that I am now
going to tell you all about!
* * * * * * * * * * *
It all started one night as I was driving my son Jerry, ten, and my daughter
Elizabeth, twelve, back home following a short holiday break that they had
spent, staying at my brother-in-law's. It was just a brief stay, a little time to
allow me to share a bit of space alone with my wife Louise.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like we wanted the children out of our lives or
anything like that, not for too long anyway - on the contrary we are a very
close and loving family! It was just that we had spent no real 'quality' time
together for more than twelve years now and we just wanted to court each
other again, indulge in a little romance, we wanted to feel fresh and fifteen
rather than the stale thirty-five year olds that we were!
It had been a bit of a culture shock at first, and we had almost forgotten how
to act when we were alone together. We soon got back into the rhythm
though. We had eaten out, made out, and generally done whatever we had
wanted to for four whole days but now we were missing the children. It was
time for them to come back, to have them throwing our lives into chaos once
again and to bring us screaming back into the real world again.
I set off from our Manhatten Beach home to pick them up from Louise's
brother Jake, who lived just outside Victorville with his wife Lynn, on the
other side of the San Bernadino Mountains. Louise didn't come with me - she
had decided that she would stay at home and use the time to catch up with
some of the housework that she had been ignoring whilst we had been taking
every opportunity to enjoy our temporary freedom.
It had taken just over an hour and a half to get there, the roads were unusually
quiet for a Saturday afternoon, and just two hours after arriving I was driving
back on the Interstate 15, having given my thanks to Jake. We carried on
down this route for about fifteen minutes when Elizabeth piped up, "Daddy,
daddy - I need to go to the bathroom".
Oh brother, wasn't this just typical! I had told her to go before we had left
Jake's house but she had said she didn't want to at the time. It was just then
that I saw the sign for the next exit and decided to head off of the highway
and to see if there was a gas station available somewhere. Maybe I could get
them something to drink at the same time!
We found a gas station and Lizzy performed her ablutions before we headed
back towards the highway. It was starting to get dark now and things looked
a little different in the half-light of early evening.
Somehow, I must have taken a wrong turn. Although I could see the lights
from the highway in the distance, I seemed to be taking us along a quiet road
that was running parallel with it.
It was at that point that our lives changed forever!
I was turning the car into a sharp corner when I felt the nearside tyre suffer a
blow-out. I struggled to keep control of the car but I could feel it slipping
away from me as we headed towards the opposite side of the road and
careered, amidst much screaming and yelling from the children, ten feet down
a small embankment that ran alongside the road.
Things went very quiet for a moment and my only thought, at this time, was
for my children. I felt relief as I heard Jerry saying to Lizzy, "Are you alright
Liz?" and even more relief when she replied "Ye .. yes - I think so" and then
she started crying and calling out for 'Dad'.
I felt a huge sense of relief for a moment, at least they were alive and seemed
to be okay!
Jerry joined in the call for me, telling me that he seemed to be stuck beneath
something and I tried to turn around and answer but found that I couldn't
move or say anything. My voice didn't seem to want to respond to my
thoughts and I started to take a little more notice of my own predicament!
I could feel an intense pain coming from around my neck and down my back,
and I realised that I might even have had a broken neck or back. I needed help
and I needed it fast. I also became aware of the nauseating aroma of gasoline
and started to become scared that there might be the possibility of an
explosion and that the children needed to get out of here quickly.
All of these thoughts ran through my mind in just a few brief seconds as I
noted that I could still hear the occasional car passing by on the main road
overhead. I considered our options. Jerry was trapped underneath something,
and I seemed to be paralysed. The only one who could possibly get any help
was Lizzy and, by now, she was having an uncontrollable fit of hysterics.
She also didn't know how to unlock the central locking system, that had been
one of the main selling points of this vehicle when I had chosen this model.
The safety aspect of it had been so important when I bought it, could this
now prove to be our undoing?
Somehow I had to make Lizzy understand how to unlock the car door and get
her to scramble up the embankment and get help before we all died.
Time was limited, I had to act fast and I knew what I had to do. Despite all of
this noise, and the chaos around me, I knew that there was only one way to
get through to her. I started to block out the outside world and eventually
managed to send myself into a trance like state and I soon felt the familiar
sensation of floating, and the separating of my soul from my body. On every
occasion I had performed this feat it had felt like a true liberation of my spirit
- it certainly didn't feel like liberation this time though, this was literally a
matter of life and death!
I managed to compose myself and gradually drifted towards my daughters
crying form and I felt myself ease into her very being as we fused, and
became one; my very soul integrating with hers.
The sensation, this time, was like nothing I had ever felt before. On previous
occasions I had entered either a peaceful or a distracted body, this was a
totally different experience. Lizzy's mind was in turmoil and she was in a
total state of panic as I found myself looking at my own unconscious and
twisted form, through her eyes.
I could feel every one of her fears and her palpable sense of anxiety, and I
was very nearly lost in the maelstrom of her emotions before I managed to
pull myself together and focused on trying to get my thoughts through to her.
As I concentrated on communicating my thoughts, I could feel the first sense
of awareness within her; the realisation that something else was thinking
things inside of her head. Despite her confusion she managed to pick out
enough of the thoughts that I was trying to project to her to reach across my
body, take out the ignition keys and press the reset button, which freed up the
locks.
Within seconds Lizzy had managed to push her door open and was starting to
climb up the embankment where I was willing her to go. I could feel
everything that she felt, see everything that she saw and could hear
everything that she heard as I felt my, or her, fingers digging into the grassy
bank. I was amazed that I could have felt so detached from what was
happening but I was becoming very aware of a complete set of new
sensations. I hadn't realised how dulled my senses had become over the
years, too many joints and too many beers maybe, but I was overwhelmed by
the smell of the crushed grass and the disturbed soil as my, no Lizzy's, body
clambered up the embankment. The other sensation that was uppermost in my
consciousness, was the lightness of her body and the ease with which Lizzy
pulled herself up, and over, the top 0f the embankment and onto the road.
I pulled my mind back to the immediacy of the situation as I remembered
Jerry and my body, back in the leaking car - this was neither the time nor the
occasion to indulgence in these sensations!
My natural instinct was to look down the road in the direction of oncoming
traffic to see what was coming but Lizzy's body did not respond to my
thoughts and instead looked back down the embankment, towards our car. I
tried to get her to turn around again but nothing happened, she still continued
to stare downwards. It was then that I realised that I was merely a passenger
in this body, and that I had to try to influence her thoughts through the power
of my will rather than to try and force a physical response.
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