Out of Body -An Old Friend

Sometimes I wonder how my life would have gone, how it would have ended up if I had never found out of body experiences. (OBE)

            I discovered OBE almost twenty years ago. Looking back on those twenty years, I now see OBE as an old friend. She has changed my life in so many ways. I wonder how my life would have gone without her: would it have been an average life, the same as everyone else’s? Would I have had a wife, four sons’, nine grandchildren, worked hard, retired, and passed away before seeing what life is really all about?

            When I turned forty-four years old I first heard about the OBE and got interested; then I tried it and presto: life had forever changed in only a second, a moment in time.  I would never be the same again, not ever.  My heart spills out with thanks and appreciation, because in finding OBE that day, my life was transformed.  My life became exciting, revealing the answers to my questions.  Through OBE I would see the world and outer space, observe my past lives, and learn the truth of who I am and where I am going. I have visited my deceased father, as well as other family and friends. I have been to countless realms; seen God(who I call Father); all the fears of my death have now left me. You see, OBE is more than just an interesting topic: it is a life giving, life changing force.

            I smile when I think of my very first OBE.  I had been trying to project from my body for close to a week with little success. The kids were in school, and my wife, Connie, was crocheting on the sofa.  I had a light meal.  The sun was warm and friendly, and that sleeping feeling came over me.  I had time for a short nap before returning to work. This day was like every other, at least it started that way.  I laid myself down to nap, trying the OBE technique I had learnt, and in a moment, I was shooting up, out of my physical body.  Like a rocket I went, up through the roof. The speed was incomprehensible, scary and wonderful all at the same time. I was overwhelmed by it all and did not comprehend what was happening to me.  I yelled out, “Stop!”; in less than a heartbeat, I stopped in midair, where I remained floating.  I found myself looking at the continent of Africa. The earth looked to be the size of a basketball held at arms length. Confusion clouded my mind, but in only a moment I realized what had happened.

            “I did it! I’m out of body!” A million things went through my mind right then, but no fear, only excitement filled it. Out of body was real, and I did it! I crossed the line separating the only life I had known and had come to another world, a world of amazement, of fantasy, of true balance and learning.

            At that moment I started my learning. Everything I had ever known had to be rethought, reevaluated, and corrected. You see, I had done it, and it didn’t matter who, if anyone, would believe me, I knew what had happened. I was not in a dream, neither was I under the influence of drugs and alcohol.  I was out there, out in space, and I was looking at the world. A new truth and excitement now filled my mind.

            In total amazement, I looked at the continent of Africa. I saw white clouds resting softly against its west coast. I saw the blue of the ocean.  The land was full of color: browns of every shade, greens, and more.  I saw the foggy line which separated the day from the night cutting across the continent. What I remember most was the feeling of beauty and the serenity of being all alone. There was peace and no sound, whatsoever. It seemed so spiritual out there. I felt no fear, only freedom from a planet filled with so many problems. In some ways, I did not want to go back.

The quiet was deafening. The Earth looked so small and peaceful. I thought of all the people who lived there; people who were at work, asleep, fighting, loving.  Earth seemed so small.

A few minutes later I was pulled back to my physical body. I lay there, my body still vibrating, waiting for my senses to return, and smiled, a wide smile. Out of body is real. They were right. I had done it.

            In only a short moment in time, I had traveled so far. I had been to outer space, seen the other side of the world and returned, all in less than ten minutes. The smile on my face widened. I could not stop smiling. Like most people, I was skeptical in the beginning, but now I knew. I lay on the bed a few minutes longer, even after my senses had fully returned.  My thoughts raced with questions, but, now I knew I could find the answers, and I wanted all of them. Somehow, I was now powerful with knowledge at my fingertips. I had achieved this great phenomenon, and I knew I could do it again, and again, and again. In only a moment, I had been transformed.  It was a moment to always be remembered, to be cherished forever and ever. This was the first of so many special, life-altering OBE’s.

            My dad and I never got along much. After suffering a stroke when he was in his late sixties, he moved in with Connie and me, so we could take care of him.  He died in our home when he was seventy-two years old of a heart attack. Bad feelings ran deep between my Father and I, and nothing worked to bring us closer.

            A few months after he passed on, I decided to see him. As I lifted out of my physical body I made the commandment. “I want to see my dad.” The familiar gray fog surrounded me as usual and in a few seconds it cleared and I was standing in front of him. When my dad died, he was very overweight. He had white hair and beard, was nearly blind, and his hearing was almost gone. I was expecting to see him as he was, but the man in front of me was much different. He sat on a large rock. He looked young, in his early forties. He was thin and had dark brown hair and beard. He looked good. His expression looked serious and a little nervous.

“You look good Dad, really good.

“I thought you would like me better this way than when I died.

            We talked about our past together. We covered the problems I had with him as well as the ones he had with me. We had two meetings, and talked about an hour in total. At the end of our talk, we didn’t work out anything, but we said our words with love and concern for each other. We both felt the same as when he was alive, but in a way, everything was worked out. We had said all we could think to say and discuss. Then the conversation started to lag. We both knew it was time for us to go our own ways. We knew we might not ever see one another again.

As I was about to say my good bye, I felt a large, warm feeling of love and compassion come from him. I knew he felt my love for him also. I stood up and turned away.

“Bye dad.

“Bye son. I love you.

“Love you too.”

            Seeing my beloved grandmother was one of my greatest OBE memories as well.

Ever since I was born, my mother and father drank heavily and fought violently. When I was very young my grandma would drive many miles to pick me up. In the summer, I would live with her for months at a time. She loved me and I loved her. She constantly came to my rescue, time and time again, to remove me from the mean, drunken people I was being raised by.  She was my mother’s mother and had lost my grandpa from a heart attack when he was only 51 years old. She lived to a ripe old age, never marrying again. She was a housewife when my grandpa was alive, but after he died, she went to work, paid off her house, car, and bills all by herself.

            We laughed at funny T.V. shows. We had our favorite thing to do: eating an orange sherbet ice cream cone each night. She took me to ride the San Francisco cable cars, to the zoo, and the ocean.  On a small salary, she took me everywhere. We were best friends, pals, as well as grandma and grandson.  She was my world for so many years.  She meant the world to me, and I to her.  She was the greatest friend I had ever had, other than my wife Connie.  I miss her so, even today.

            She died in a house fire.  I did not know OBE then.  On a particular outing, I commanded myself, “I want to go to my grandma!”  There she was, looking not eighty years old, but in her mid twenties.  Solid brown hair, dressed in a 1940’s style skirt and top. She looked beautiful and happy. I smiled wide to finally see her again. She had created a house similar to the one she raised me in. She had friends there with her.

            I popped in unannounced, and she looked at me with a shocked expression. We stood about fifteen feet apart. She smiled wide as an ocean. In an instant, her love surrounded me, and took control of me. She loved me so, like no other. Before we could hold each other or speak, I was pulled back to my physical body. I lay there vibrating on my bed, a large smile on my lips. Grandma was OK, doing well, doing fine. She was happy again with her friends and the life she had on the other side.

            In all the years of OBE, I never went back to see her again. Why? I don’t really know. Maybe I knew I should leave us as we were at that moment. It could not get any better than that. We saw each other and smiled at each other. We radiated love to one another in a way I have only felt a few times in my life. We reminisced together in only a moment of joy and ecstasy. I guess that any other moment would have been a lesser moment. I think it was best to go out on a moment like that.

            OBE has been more than special to me. I have discovered more than I could have ever imagined, and so can you. Meeting family and friends who have passed are some of my most touching OBE’s, but so much is to be told.  In this column I will continue relating my experiences, as well as my methods, to help you get out and make your own discoveries.  I wish I could touch all of you, in a way that would light the fire that waits within, the fire that will make you search to find what I have found. My wish is to touch you all with inspiration, and through this column, maybe I can.

            When I speak to a group, I am at the front. I look into the many eyes focused on me, and decide what I will say next. Some believe my words while some may not, but no matter: I can see the spark of curiosity in all their faces.  I know if I say too much or go too far I will lose them, however if I do not say enough I will bore them.  Some of these people are here to learn, and some out of curiosity.  They have all left their homes on a dark, chilly night to hear me speak about OBE.

            I am flattered, yes, definitely, but in all this, I also feel on display in a way. I want to show them all the beauty and peace of the other side. I want them to know about themselves, what they don’t know now. I want to have them see what I have seen, and how it relates to them. Will they hear me? Will they understand me? Will they realize the life changing importance of that which I speak? A few will, but most will not. But if only a few turn their heads and listen to what I speak, I cry out in joy.

            On a radio show, the host asks me question after question.  As I answer, I know he needs to make the show interesting.  When I speak tonight, it is just entertainment to most of the listeners.  I know, once again, in reality I do not want to prove myself any longer, or to try and make anyone believe.  What I really want to do is to speak about the beauty that Father has opened to me.  I want to speak of the wonders that are opened in abundance. I don’t want to persuade anyone, only to open their eyes to what can be theirs.

            How do you make someone want what they know nothing about? How can you touch someone in just the right way so that he or she will change their entire world to find peace, contentment and wisdom?

            When speaking publically, I sometimes see someone, way back in the last isle.  I see that twinkle in his eye, a certain look on his face.  This is the same look I had in the very beginning.  I see him stare at me, his eyes never leaving mine.  He really is on the edge of his seat.  Even his body seems to rise up from time to time as I speak.  I know that when my words are finished, he will run up to me.  He will talk quickly with excitement.             He will have me sign my book; his questions to me shall seem endless.

            As I drive the many hours home, a smile reaches my lips: I see myself in that man. In my mind, I see him, after his first, short-lived OBE, see his excitement pull him back to his physical body. I see him jump up and down as he realizes what has happened, see him fly, find himself, realizing what he is, and where in his passing he will go. I see him explore many worlds, finding peace with those he loved who have passed away.  He too will see Father, and the worry and stress of his upcoming death will pass away. He will find peace on earth, and in time, will fly at incredible speed out into the limitless skies of the universe, a smile pasted on his face. This is a smile that will never be gone: true freedom has been found.

-Jack Seccombe

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