Near Death Experiences

After my initial injury occurred in 1^st Grade – I spent my days and weeks trying to hide my condition.  I had received the pep talk that big boys don’t cry.  My condition was very painful when it struck me.  Through the psychology of a child’s mind – I felt I had done something wrong.  At that age – I associated pain with punishment.   That is why I hid the pain from my parents.  I felt if I told on myself – then I was going to get into even more trouble.  

One night – I found myself outside of my body and there was no pain involved.  I felt if I told my parents then – I wouldn’t get into any sort of trouble.   Everyone was asleep in the house.  I could see my body lying on the bed as well.   So I ran to my parent’s bedroom and tried to wake up my Mom and Dad.  They ignored me.  I tried to turn the lights on but I couldn’t get the light switch to work.   I started to get afraid of being in the dark and wanted to get outside to the light pole.

That is when it happened.  I had no idea how I had done it.  I “wished” I was under the street lamp and out of the darkness – and there I was in the blink of an eye.  It startled me.  I felt I would get in trouble if my parents found me outside at night alone.  So I rushed to the front door to get back in.  I couldn’t move the handle to get the door open.  I started screaming as loud as I could.

Then I did something.  I leaned my back against the door to rest – and I fell through the door.  There was a swooshing sound when I passed through the solid material door.  I poked my head to the door and passed through it.  It was as if my lower body was on one side of the door and my head was poking out looking around.

I continued to experiment with various factors.  I felt I had stayed up the whole night playing around the house.   No one heard me.  I could scream and run and jump and no one bothered to tell me to get to bed.   After a while – I grew bored and went back to my bed and climbed back into my body.

The next morning I asked my Mom why she had ignored me all night long.  I told her I had stood on the side of her bed screaming at her.   She told me how a Mother has instincts to react to the cry of her child.   She said there was no way I was in her bedroom or running around the house without her knowing about it.

When I told her my outside body had been in bed the whole time – she told me I had been dreaming: creating a playground in my dreams.  She told me it wasn’t real and as long as my body was sleeping in the bed like it was supposed to be – I could do what ever I wanted.

I asked her if I could go outside the house and play during that sort of thing.   She told me,

“Son, as long as your body is sleeping in the bed – you can fly to the moon for all I care.”

So, the next night – I did.

When I woke up, I ran to my Mom with the tale of my adventure.

“I can tell you one thing.  It ain’t made of cheese like I have been hearing.  It was dirt just like we got dirt here.”

I went on to tell her that something life like lived on the Moon.

“They followed me home.  They was flying as fast as I could.  They was keeping right up with me.”

My Mom felt I had created a fantasy about flying saucers.  I told her they didn’t flying plates.  They flew in machines with lights that blinked.

My Mom started asking me questions a few days later about my trip.  She said it was the strangest thing because the neighbors were all talking about “flying lights” around the neighborhood.  There had even been a couple of reports turned into the Police.    My Mom wanted to know what I had been telling the neighbors about my dreams to get them to imagine flying lights hovering around the neighborhood and the house.

After a few days, it was forbidden of me to talk openly about the incident to others.

My Mom and Dad were searching for a logical explanation.   They were speaking to the neighbors thinking that maybe I had said something to the other kids on the block- and the kids in turn had said something to their parents to make their imagination’s run wild.

I was not to speak about the incident unless I was spoken to first.

Everyone was afraid there were little green men hiding in the bushes somewhere.   My parents were struggling with the idea they were out to kidnap me for flying to the moon in my dreams.

I was searching for a way to tell my parents about the pain inside of me that was causing my heart and lungs to stop which in turn would hurl my spirit outside.

I continued to have adventures outside my body.