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why there were slight variations between the non-physical and physical furniture and other objects. For example, the nonphysical walls were often a different color, and the shapes and styles of some of the furniture and rugs were different. Much of this was minor but nevertheless noticeable. For me to be able to see my normal physical surroundings, my internal vibrational rate had to be relatively dense, or slow. I also noticed that the very act of requesting consciousness and clarity seemed to automatically increase the internal frequency of my non-physical body. In an effort to make my experiments more realistic, I balanced pencils at three different areas that I normally passed upon leaving my body. My hope was that I would notice the pencils, at the side of bed or at the foot of the bed, as I moved past them. Looking back, I realize that it probably looked a little strange. On one occasion I remember my mother asking me, “What’s with the pencils?” Just imagine trying to explain this to your mother without sounding like a nut. After several weeks, I finally focused on one of the pencils after separation. As I moved to the side of bed, I concentrated on the pencil at the edge of my dresser. At first my vision seemed foggy, somehow out of sync, so I said aloud, “Clarity now!” Instantly my vision snapped in focus. I could clearly see the pencil in front of me; however, it appeared like a threedimensional hazy form with substance. I moved closer, touched it with my hand, and felt a slight vibrational sensation as my fingers passed through the substance of the pencil. Somewhat frustrated, I tried again but experienced the same results. Focusing my attention, I realized that my non-physical body was obviously less dense than the pencil, and spontaneously said aloud, “I need to be denser.” With a jolt I shot back into my physical body. As my physical sensations returned, I couldn’t help but laugh: I had received my request. I had to remember that requests made when out-of-body are taken literally. There seems to be little room for interpretation or shades of gray. I would have to remember to be extremely specific with each request. Maybe something like “I wish to move this pencil” would have been more effective. In a related experience some years later, I was practicing self-hypnosis with a single lighted candle. After separation I stood by the candle and decided to blow it out. To my surprise it went out immediately. Upon returning to my physical body, I opened my eyes to find that the physical candle was still burning. After some thought I realized that I must have blown out a candle in what I now know is the parallel dimension closest to the physical. This dimension is a relatively dense energy duplicate of the physical world. This simple experiment is important because it provides evidence that the environments and objects encountered during out-of-body experiences exist independently of the physical universe. It appears that we are not observing the physical world from a different perspective, as many believe, but are interacting in a separate but parallel dimension of energy. Journal Entry, June 21, 1973 I wake up at 5:00 A.M. and move to the sofa. After reading for about fifteen minutes I become sleepy and decide to try something new. I grab a sheet of paper and begin to write out-of-body affirmations. “Now I’m out-of-body.” As I write, I verbally repeat them to myself. After writing fifty or so I can barely keep my eyes open. As I drift to sleep, I continue the affirmations in my mind. I’m startled awake by a strange numbness and vibrations throughout my body. I stay as calm as possible and focus on the sensations of floating upward. After several seconds, I feel myself lift up and out of my body. I stand beside my body and walk to the window. I feel somehow out of focus and request clarity. There’s only a small improvement so I repeat my request, and this time I’m more demanding: “I need clarity now!” Instantly, my awareness becomes crystal clear. My body feels lighter and more energized. I feel vibrantly awake and aware and decide to try to fly. Stretching out my arms, I take a small leap and fly through the ceiling and roof, until I’m several hundred feet above my neighborhood. I rotate my arms slightly and level off. It’s absolutely exhilarating. I feel completely free as I glide over the town of Catonsville. Even though it’s night, the landscape is illuminated by a silvery glow. Below me the houses and streets appear like a Christmas garden. Suddenly, I feel a tugging sensation at my back and spontaneously think of my body. The thought of my body snaps me back to it with a jolt. I awaken with a slight numbness and tingling throughout my body. Journal Entry, July 3, 1973 I awaken to the sound and sensation of intense buzzing. It feels as if my body and mind are inside an engine. At first I’m startled by the intensity of the vibrations, but slowly I calm myself and direct my full attention to the idea of floating from my body. Immediately I separate and float upward to the ceiling. After separation I notice that the loud, roaring noise has faded. As I float about four feet above my body, the vibrations are replaced by a feeling of calm. It feels as if I’m weightless and floating like a cloud. With a single thought of moving to the door, I seem to be automatically propelled to that destination. Focusing my thought, I think of the living room and float directly there. I can’t believe how easy and natural it is. I think of standing and I’m standing in the living room examining my surroundings. Everything around me looks familiar, except that the walls are now light yellow instead of white and some of the furniture is slightly different from its physical counterpart. For example, an antique lion-head rocking chair looks the same but the coffee table looks different. The physical table is a modern style, while its non-physical counterpart looks like an eighteenth-century antique. As I stare at my surroundings I realize that I can see through the hazy outline of the physical walls. When I focus on the living room wall, it appears to become increasingly vaporous in its form and substance and slowly disappears. In front of me is an entirely new environment, a sprawling meadow extending as far as I can see. I step forward several steps and enter the new terrain. As I look out into the meadow I notice the figure of a man standing about twenty yards away. He’s watching me intently but does not approach. For several moments I stare in his direction. He has dark hair and a closecropped beard and wears a purple robe that extends to his knees. He acknowledges my stare by nodding his head and flashing a small smile. 5