Out of Body Experience!!
Have you ever had an out of body experience? I mean a real out of body experience where you just know that everything you’ve experienced was real. There was proof or confirmation that you were not dreaming and that your sanity was still in tact. I have.
I remember a particular out of body experience that impacted my life in such a significantly positive way. I remember the details of the conversation I had with the “dead” person – by that I mean physically dead, but judging by the conversation I had with her, not dead in any other way whatsoever.
I insisted that she was not dead and that she had so many other students left to teach (I was one of her students when she was still alive). I found myself in a foggy classroom, sitting at a desk in the back, surrounded by teenagers that I didn’t recognize. The words that I knew were being said I only heard as loud mumbling (imagine Charlie Brown’s mom style) no matter how much I strained to hear. Standing in front of the room was her. She was teaching! Clarity in the words, finally. She was teaching the students just as eloquently as she did when she was alive and embodied in her now dead and useless physical form.
That night I run into her daughter in the middle of the most random place in NYC and I tell her about my encounter with her mother. What a "coincidence!"
Dead schmead. She is as alive as ever and sometimes I still see her in my dreams. She just waves to me from afar and I wave back and continue on my merry dream.
I observed a long and memorable scene play out and finally I get my turn to speak to her. She was in a rush. Never was she in a rush when she was still alive. She says to me that she has to go because she has “so many other people to visit.” And as much as I wanted to let her leave I had to ask my burning question. “Did you get the email I sent you?” “What email?” “When you died I sent you an email. Did you get it?” “Oh that email!” and then she began telling me the details that were contained in that email – which I sent the night before because I was in disbelief that she could actually be dead. After I sent that email I said “I want to know if you can hear me when I speak to you. I want to know that you are ok.”
I return to my regular state and find that I am unable to move, face down and surrounded by a tear soaked bed. Twenty minutes later I am able to lift a finger ever-so slightly and I know that I had just spoken to her. My body was exhausted and I felt that I returned from a long trip and have had no sleep for 72 hours.