Tempo:
from the room. It was a long journey back. After reintegrating, I checked my
physical body. I felt cold, a little stiff. Certainly there were no streams of
perspiration running down my cheeks.
Disappointed, I sat up and made notes of the trip. I had failed for some
reason. I had not been able to find Doctor Gordon. Time away from the physical
was two hours.
There is a stubborn streak in my heredity. The following Saturday I tried
again. Just at the moment I left the physical body and started to yell for Doctor
Gordon, a voice spoke right beside me, almost irritated.
"Why do you want to see him again? You saw him last Saturday!"
I was so surprised that I dropped back into the physical almost instantly. I sat
up and looked around the office. There was no one in the room. Everything
was normal. I thought of trying again, but decided it was too late for another
attempt that day.
Last Saturday. There was nothing important about last Saturday. It had not
worked. I went back through my notes for "last Saturday." And there it was.
"The doctor will see you in a minute.' And what could have been a minute
later, a short, thin young man with a shock of hair had turned and looked at
me intently. He had looked at me without saying a word, as if he were
thinking. What I had noted was a perfect description of what Doctor Gordon
would have been at twenty-two instead of seventy.
This seemed to lend more credence to the experience than anything else. I
had expected to see a man of seventy. I did not recognize him because he
was not what I expected. If I had suggested this as a hallucination, I
conceivably would have met a seventy-year-old Doctor Gordon.
Later, at a visit to the home of Doctor Gordon's widow, I managed to see an old
photo of Doctor Gordon when he was twenty-two. Of course, I did not tell Mrs.
Gordon why I wanted to see the picture. It matched perfectly the man I saw,
and who saw me "there." She also mentioned that at that age, he was very
active and eager, always in a hurry, and had a big shock of blond hair.
Someday I will try again to visit Doctor Gordon.
Another time, in anticipation of a move out of state, we sold our home when a
buyer suddenly came along. As a temporary measure, we rented a house for
the year prior to our move. .
physical body. I felt cold, a little stiff. Certainly there were no streams of
perspiration running down my cheeks.
Disappointed, I sat up and made notes of the trip. I had failed for some
reason. I had not been able to find Doctor Gordon. Time away from the physical
was two hours.
There is a stubborn streak in my heredity. The following Saturday I tried
again. Just at the moment I left the physical body and started to yell for Doctor
Gordon, a voice spoke right beside me, almost irritated.
"Why do you want to see him again? You saw him last Saturday!"
I was so surprised that I dropped back into the physical almost instantly. I sat
up and looked around the office. There was no one in the room. Everything
was normal. I thought of trying again, but decided it was too late for another
attempt that day.
Last Saturday. There was nothing important about last Saturday. It had not
worked. I went back through my notes for "last Saturday." And there it was.
"The doctor will see you in a minute.' And what could have been a minute
later, a short, thin young man with a shock of hair had turned and looked at
me intently. He had looked at me without saying a word, as if he were
thinking. What I had noted was a perfect description of what Doctor Gordon
would have been at twenty-two instead of seventy.
This seemed to lend more credence to the experience than anything else. I
had expected to see a man of seventy. I did not recognize him because he
was not what I expected. If I had suggested this as a hallucination, I
conceivably would have met a seventy-year-old Doctor Gordon.
Later, at a visit to the home of Doctor Gordon's widow, I managed to see an old
photo of Doctor Gordon when he was twenty-two. Of course, I did not tell Mrs.
Gordon why I wanted to see the picture. It matched perfectly the man I saw,
and who saw me "there." She also mentioned that at that age, he was very
active and eager, always in a hurry, and had a big shock of blond hair.
Someday I will try again to visit Doctor Gordon.
Another time, in anticipation of a move out of state, we sold our home when a
buyer suddenly came along. As a temporary measure, we rented a house for
the year prior to our move. .
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