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effort to contain myself. I remembered my intent for out of body experiences; to understand the worlds that exist beyond the physical. I contemplated the lives of the people and observed cheerful friends and families walking past me. I greeted a middle-eastern looking family of five; a mother, father, daughter, son and a grandfather who was in a wheelchair – he instantly threw me into confusion. It was a non-physical world, and he chose to travel around in a wheelchair. "Do you know that you're dead?" I asked. They were all grinning. "Yes," they all replied. "Sorry I was just curious. I'm alive, and I…" "Yes, we know" they interrupted. I chuckled in amazement; they were not only conscious of their own death but also somehow knew I lived in the physical world. They continued walking. The son stayed with me for a few minutes and told me about his family. I can't recall most of the conversation; however, I remembered the last part of the conversation. "Were you all happy to know that you could still spend time together after you died?" I asked. "Yes," he replied, uninterested as he spotted his family gaining distance. I noticed then that I was losing feeling on the left side of my face. I felt the numbness of it with my hand. I tried to speak, but to my amazement, I could only utter gibberish. Since I was pretty new to this practice, my strength to remain conscious in this dimension seemed to be coming to its limits. The next thing I know, I was lying in my bed as if there were no break in consciousness. I reflected in awe at the events that had taken place. I thought about the fact that we could still carry living in an extraordinarily