Sifufor

Next time you have it, Akalei, see if you can fly, since it appears you got out of your body. Everytime the buzzing and stiffness and the lucid dreaming occur to me now, I am not afraid. I just get out my body and do odd things, like flying. Oh, yes, the dark figure at the foot of my bed is always there. From age 12 thru 17 I was very scared of it, thinking it was waiting to possess my body.

In college, when the buzzing didn't occur as often, on one episode I looked at the figure and wondered if it was me. Its shape was like mine. broad shoulders, short neck, round head. It never threatened me, it usually just stayed still like a shadowy statue. On a couple of occasions, it came up closer, next to me on my left side,

C.Johnson's description of the onset could very well be mine. I become awake. Maybe I am dreaming. But the dream is so lucid that I can see clearly with a much wider vision, even with my eyes closed. Then I hear soft buzzes, very much like electricity passing in the lines outside. My toes start to tingle (pins and needles) and stiffen. Instinctively, I try to ward the sensation off by wiggling them. After 3 or 4 successes, the buzz returns with a vengence, as though I have mad it angry. It‘s louder and the stiffness starts to overcome my effort. It seems that if the sound reaches its highest peak or loudest volume, something drastic is going to happen. It now moves to my upper body. Now I am panicking, for now my whole body is paralyzed. I try to twist and turn, I try to move my fingers, my legs. I can't. Now the buzzing sounds like gushing wind blowing over my head, not unlike the sound of a hair dryer over my ears. Has it reached its peak? My mind wonders. Am I going to die? Am I going to explode? Sometimes I hear bells and waterfalls. What happens afterwards? I just don’t remember what happens next. I just wake up the next morning.

The above is how things were when I was a youngster.

Like you, akalei, I did a lot of reading to find out what was going on. At 12 years old, when I first experienced it, it occured practically every night. Where I lived there were about 5 deaths during sleep in a year's time. The newspaper reported on every one of them, calling them “mystery deaths.” I had thought that I was heading towards it.

But my readings shed some light. I read up on death and dying, religious experiences, pychic phenomena, lucid dreaming, false awakening, the astral body, etc. I even inquired about Eckankar (Soul travel). I also read up on Robert Monroe who could willfully do OBE (out of body experience) while being studied by psychologists in the lab.

In the course of my inquiry, I came across many others who were having the same experience. My sister for one. Another is my fellow worker. Still another, in the same office, my secretary. They all had kept it to themselves, scared not knowing what was going on or whom to turn, until I shared my experience with them. They felt relief, and they too became animated in describing the same experience.

As I got older, I actually began to look forward to its occurance. But, alas, it stopped coming on as often. In fact, the last episode I had occurred about 10 years ago, although I still get weak buzzes, short lived, every so often.

You will raise an eyebrow and wonder about my sanity after reading the next part. Once when the buzzing started, I was lying in bed absent minded in my in-laws' house, where we were staying on our vacation. From my sleep position on my back, I could see light seeping into the bedroom through the bottom of the closed door, light from the hallway. Even without my looking there. Yet, all lights in the house were turned off. Then I saw my wife's rise from the bed from her waist up and turned to me as though to fetch me. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Why? Didn’t I recognize her as my wife? First, my wife could not physically rise from the bed that way. It would take an strong athlete to do that. Second, her body was different, it had of millions of tiny stars all over it. Instead of being jolted by my scream, she merely said, "oh, Charles..." then lay back down and went back to sleep. The next morning, at the breakfeast table, I was expecting my in-laws asking me about my "nightmare." I was surprised that they didn't ask. They didn't ask because they did not hear me scream. Neither did my wife. This made me wonder if it was only a dream.

Another time, I walked in my house in the middle of the night. I saw everything even clearer than normal times. At the same time I saw furniture and other items in the house that I didn‘t recognize, again making me wonder whether it‘s nothing but a dream.

This next one will indeed make you wonder about me, or conclude that it‘s only a dream: I even flew to the Golden Heights in Israel in my astral body. I even flew over a beautiful forest which I believe was the Garden of Eden.

On one occasion, however, when the buzz came on, I willed myself to go through the ceiling. Guess what? I couldn't. I kept bouncing off. On another occasion, I was absentminded- I kept turning around in my body, didn't realize that I had an OBE. It was like an advocado separated from its shell but still left lying inside it.

C.Johnson and Akalei, next time you two hear the buzzing, see if you can fly. Or be like the avocado. If you do try to fly and do fly, you will have a delightful experience, flying even better than birds and airplanes. No effort. Just will yourself. One thing must be said here. Don't TRY to will yourself to fly. In other words don't have doubt in the back of your mind. This will cause you only to bounce off the ceiling. Just think of flying as a matter of fact, like it's no big thing. It will happen. Even if it’s only a dream. But what a dream! Enjoy.