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projecting.
I thought, "Where should I go?" and immediately decided "To EJ" without hesitation--I had
decided this before I went to bed....So I took a running leap and started off in the air.
I rose above the houses quickly and was shaky for a while; I remembered many flying
dreams in which I have crashed. But I decided that if I controlled my mind, I would be all
right. I flew higher and higher, and was touched by a little fear; I was afraid to fly too high.
So I made effort to keep myself low enough for my own comfort. I could see the roofs of
houses, the trees, and everything.
When I first went up I realized I wasn't seeing physically, so I thought, "I should see." Then
I saw everything okay. I saw my arms raised in front of me Superman-style. I started to
climb too high for comfort and I became afraid of getting too far away from Earth.
With that thought, I started getting lower and lower. I descended very quickly until I was
forced to land. I landed okay in some street, on the slope of a hill. I thought, "...Now I'll
never get there!". The next thing I knew I was dreaming again.
Nobody ever taught me how to fly, so I was proud of my first attempt. My next attempts were just as
awkward, if not more so.
05/08/82 Sat - OBE #72
...I walked through the door and outside....It was bright and sunny outside. The change was
striking to me, since the room in which my body was sleeping was dark. The sunlight didn't
hurt my eyes; it just seemed very clear and bright out. I thought, "Now where should I go to
take off on a flight?" I looked up and I saw the branches of our hackberry tree. I walked
along our sidewalk toward the west.
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I went to our front yard, and I stopped and faced the east (where our back yard is). I looked
all around. I was very embarrassed to be out in the public where everyone could see me
while about to take a flying leap in the air in an attempt to fly. I knew that I couldn't be seen
by anyone, but still I hesitated, dreading the possibility that I might be seen. Such a flying
attempt would look pretty silly for a physical person. I took a few quick steps toward the
east and I leaped forward into a good flying position. For a second or two I was completely
weightless and I glided in midair for a few feet. But then I stumbled and fell! I caught
myself before I fell on my face.
I decided to try again. This time I walked further west until I was on the front sidewalk
outside our house. I ran about five feet toward the south this time (away from my house) and
I took a flying leap into the air, after looking around for neighbors who could see. I fell flat
on my face again! It didn't hurt because I was not physical, and so I picked myself back up. I
decided to walk to our back yard (east) and try [to fly] there once. I walked about ten feet or
so and I blacked out without any warning.
07/02/82 Fri - OBE #77
Early this morning I was dreaming. I dreamed that I was talking to someone about astral
projection. After the conversation ended, and I was back inside my bedroom, I said to
myself (still in a dream state), "That's an excellent idea; I think I'll project."
So in the dream, I stood up and went outside. I walked to the place just behind (east of) my
house and I woke up there out of my body! I realized my condition, and I was surprised, but
I stayed in perfect control of my emotions: The dream had prepared me to be calm for the
upcoming OBE.
I was standing outside, facing east. I thought about recent failures with astral levitation, but I
said calmly to myself, "It's worth a try." With an act of will, I started rising through the air,
straight up, in an upright position (standing). It startled me but I told myself, "Stay calm; it's
no biggie. I'm going to go for a nice, simple flying lesson. I'm not going to try for a big
adventure."
I waited until I was about 15 feet in the air, then I said, "Okay; that's high enough for now."
The thought that I might not stop rising did cross my mind, and it caused me to rise a bit
further, but I said to myself, "It's okay. Nothing bad can happen. I can't be harmed. I'm in
control." So I stopped in midair. I totally relaxed my astral body so I couldn't even feel it
and I propelled myself forward through the air toward the east with a mere thought properly
placed.
I was slowly moving (flying) toward the east in a comfortable position. I thought, "I'm
totally relaxed. This is a great bodily position to be in for flying." Then I looked down at my
astral body, and I saw I was almost upright. My arms were hanging down, my head was
forward, and I was leaning forward about 30 degrees. My legs were relaxed and naturally
bent about 45 degrees. The position I was in was almost exactly that of a 10-speed bicycle
rider except I was more upright and my arms were relaxed by my side.
I wasn't too steady in my flying. I bobbed up and down, left and right, trying to correct my
direction of flight. I was moving slightly faster now, and the ash tree in my yard was straight
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ahead of me. I tried to steer around it, but I could not; I wasn't practiced enough at flying. I
was just about to hit the tree, when I wiggled my torso to the left (north) and my head
managed to miss hitting the tree. The rest of my body hit the tree, and much to my surprise it
bent around the tree, and slithered around it elastically like a snake overcomes an obstacle.
"Whew!"
After that, there was nothing in my way. I started flying a little faster, and I purposely
climbed higher and higher. I climbed to about four-hundred feet, then I descended back to
about two-hundred feet, so that I could see the scenery more closely. I looked down without
any panic at all. I noticed that I could see everything well--equally well as in the body, and
very clearly. But I saw there was no sun, and I felt it was dark out. I could see fine, however,
and everything appeared in a pale, almost gray light. It was like seeing a picture from an
infrared camera.
I glided softly, somewhat slowly over the houses, eyeing the details of the neighborhood
houses. I kept a close eye on all the details of everything as I moved, and I verified that I
once again was in a real, waking situation. The details didn't change, nor did my speed. And
the tremendous detail I saw around me, assured me I was seeing reality and not a dream. I
reasoned that:
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