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11/21/62 Night This time, I decided to make it a purely "local" trip. I started to float across the room toward the door, then I remembered that I do not need to use doors under these conditions. I turned and went straight to the wall, expecting to slide right through it. I did not! When 1 came up against the wall, I seemed to be unable to penetrate it. It felt just like a wall when you physically push against it with your hands. I reasoned that there was something wrong. I have been through walls easily before. I should have been able to go through it. With this, I pushed with my outstretched arms against the watt. There was a moment of resistance, then I went through, just as easily as if the wall were water. But there was one difference. As I went through to the outside, I felt and identified every layer of material in the wall—the paint, the plaster, the lath, the sheathing, and finally the shingles on the outside. It was much like the hand through the floor. Why the unusual resistance at the first try? 2/15/63 Night This was a most unusual experiment. After "lifting" out easily, and holding control in the same room, I finally got up the courage to go back and carefully examine the physical body remaining on the bed. I started down slowly, reaching out in the semidarkness. (There was only light from the twilight through the windows, and I could not see too well, and perhaps this was good. There is some kind of revulsion about seeing your own physical body.) I reached down carefully to touch my physical head, and my hands touched feet! At first, I thought I had drifted somewhere else, and I felt my toes. My left big toe has a thick nail due to a long-ago mashing by a dropped log. This big toe (left) did not! I felt with my hands to the right foot. The big toe on the right foot did have the thick nail. Everything was reversed, like a mirror image. I felt up the body slowly, and from the toe on, I could not tell if it was reversed or not. The point is, I could feel the physical. My hands did not seem simply to go through it. It was very eerie to feel my face with the closed eyes as if it were another person's. I got close enough actually to see the face. It was 1, all right, but just a little distorted. Either that, or I'm a lot less acceptable-looking than my ego and pride will admit to. I never have thought myself to be handsome, but at least I thought I was a little better than this! Strange, the reversal. Floating in the half-darkness, I could have swung around and become disoriented. But the thick nail was on the right foot instead of the left. I must examine this further.