Index of OBE, Part 2

Ballabene's OBE and Astral Pages

  Now I want to share the recent experience I had in regard to an accident. I'm really not sure what to make of all this, so please feel free to let me know what you think. Following are exerpts from my dream journal, but before you read this I would like to say that this morning between 3 and 6 AM I finally experienced what I would call a "controlled" travel.

Remembering what you said about going to your gazebo (?) as a starting point for your travels at times, I decided to try a similar technique and told myself that this time I would go out of my apartment, down the stairs and to the mailbox. Soon after relaxing I had a little difficulty leaving the physical, but it was minimal. I felt my soul slip back into my body but kept telling myself, "Go! Just do it!" So I finally, very quickly, rushed out of the physical and tried to put as much distance between the physical and my soul as possible. First I walked (glided?) around the apartment, but I kept feeling a pull back to the physical. Then I remembered my plan and thought "door". With that thought I was instantly in front of my closed front door. The door appeared to be no barrier to me, so I thought I would experiment with going through solid objects. I put my hand flat upon the door before my face and pressed. I felt a little resistance but was not discouraged. I pushed a little hard and wahlah! My hand started passing through the door. Excited and full of anticipation I passed my entire self through the door taking note of the way it all felt. It was indescribable. What and exhilarating feeling! I then passed down the stairs, maneuvering myself around other beings or spirits that populated the stairs and corridor. I then found myself looking at a piece of paper that had red numbers on it. I didn't, however, feel this was my mail.

I live in a small apartment building where tenants come and go like the rain. We share what we call the "community mailbox" where the postman puts all mail in the same box. After looking at this paper with red numbers on it I found myself back in my small apartment. There were half a dozen beings in my apartment all engaged in conversation, one trying to converse with me I felt, but could not understand what she was saying. I then went to sleep.

Now for the main purpose of this email:

Wednesday, June 9, 1999 Midday

I sat at my computer looking out over the front yard. I found myself lost in thought wondering how the neighbors would react should a plane crash there in the yard. I wondered if I would be calm enough to call 911 and wondered if I should plan to carry blankets to cover the injured. Then I wondered why in the heck I was even thinking of such a thing and continued updating my resume.

Leaving my body is becoming second nature. The ability to recognize what is merely a dream and what is a "projection" cannot be mistaken. There is a vivid difference between the two. But I've been thinking that it just might be possible that "travel" may occur for brief moments several times through the fully, physically awake state. There are times I feel as though my whole physical body has dropped a foot or so even while standing. This seems to happen at times when I may be focusing on some distant situation or person.

Friday, June 11, 1999 Midday

I lay down to nap. No out of body travel planned. Was very tired. However, I suddenly found myself standing on a platform of sorts near a wooded area and close to a body of water. No vibrations were noted. I looked into a dark sky. Whether it was early morning or early evening or a dark stormy sky was not apparent. It was not raining.

As I looked at the sky I saw many military planes flying overhead. I felt they were flying inland from the ocean. There were planes of various sizes and I was very extremely aware that they military planes. My spirit guide stood just behind my left shoulder as he does most of the time, wanting to remain unidentifiable. I announced to my guide, "That's a whole lot of planes."

My friend was not amazed and did not respond. I continued to watch the planes and noticed that one seemed to be having trouble. I thought to myself or to my guide, "I don't see how they can fly in such a group without incident."

With that thought, one of the smaller planes fell from the group and began to crash. It spiraled down and crashed in the edge of the woods not too far from the platform where I was standing. I knew without a doubt that the pilot could not have survived the crash as the plane broke in half when it crashed. Still I felt I needed to investigate and found myself standing somewhere between the platform and the woods. My guide was no longer with me.

Suddenly, I saw a beam of light shine on the plane and recognized it as a search light. At the same time I heard a helicopter and realized it was descending and was about to land to my left. I understood that the helicopter was part of a search team in search of the crashed plane. I looked at the crash site once more and saw the shadow (spirit) of a tall, slim man rise from amidst the wreckage. He stood by the crashed plane and looked around as if disoriented. He looked in my direction but did not see me. I awoke in the physical.

Upon awaking I wondered if I had just visited Kosovo where the ethnic war has been taking place. I dismissed the idea as I felt a strong sense of being in my own country and I thought the Kosovo fighting was ending. There was absolutely no feeling of being in an unfamiliar country.

Aftermath: June 14, 1999

Plane Crash At Cape Canaveral Goes Unnoticed.

CAPE CANAVERAL, Fla. (Reuters) - A four-seater aircraft crashed unnoticed this week between two launch pads at Cape Canaveral, the U.S. Air Force said Saturday.

Wreckage and the body of the pilot were found at the launch site in a wooded area Friday afternoon, nearly two days after the aircraft disappeared from radar screens, an Air Force spokeswoman said.

U.S. Coast Guard boats and planes had been searching for the missing Piper aircraft in the Atlantic Ocean about two miles off Cape Canaveral.

An Air Force helicopter crew spotted the Piper's tail close to a launch pad used by small rockets on short, high-altitude flights.

The crash site was about 10 miles from where the space shuttle Columbia is being prepared for launch next month and several miles from pads used by commercial Atlas and Delta rockets.

After Thoughts:
A coincidence? Did my spirit guide pull me from a fully physically awake state on Wednesday to inform me of the crash? Therefore giving me an opportunity to possible help the pilot in this crash? How could I have helped if I had been more in tune with my guide? Did the pilot in fact die upon impact or did he suffer only to die when he saw the helicopter coming to rescue him? How can these awarenesses be fine tuned, opened to their fullest potential? Could I have informed the search party of where to look in time to save a life?

You tell me what you think is going on here. This is not the first time something like this has happened with me. My entire life has been riddled with events such as this.

Alfred Ballabene, webmaster,