Out Of Body Experience
When my father was dying of cancer he was heavily medicated and it became
difficult to carry on a conversation with him as you were never sure if he was
really capable of understanding what you were talking about. I was afraid I had
waited until it was too late to tell him all the things I wanted him to know before
he was gone. One night I was laying on the couch reading a book about various
paranormal items and ran across a chapter about transcendental meditation
and how to use it. the article also explained how people could travel to other
locations and even visit or show themselves to other people. The writer went
on to describe exactly what steps to take to "take a journey". Following the
steps in the book I closed my eyes and concentrated on mentally taking all of
the steps and performing all the tasks it would take to get to where I wanted to
go... which of course was to visit Dad.
It was raining that night so I imagine myself going to the closet and getting my
raincoat, walking to the car and feeling the chilly rain hit my body. I saw myself
starting the car, turning on the wipers and mentally drove the 45 miles via the
interstate that it took to get to the hospital where my dad was a patient. I
imagined minute details such as the radio playing and the sound and
appearance of the cars passing me and throwing rain up on my windshield.
When I got to the hospital (in my mind) I imagined what the hospital would look
like at night, as I had only ever been there during daylight hours. I walked
through the darkened and quiet halls and saw the nurses at their stations quietly
talking, I smelled the hospital smells and heard the machines quietly working in
the patient rooms. I went in to Dad's room and stood at the foot his bed and
gently patted his feet and legs and said that I was there to tell him how much I
loved him and how special he had always been to me. I told him I had forgiven
him for not being around too much when I was young (my mother and he had
undergone a divorce when I was 5). I also told him it was time for him to go as
he had suffered enough.
After that I opened my eyes very slowly and had felt as though I had been
asleep. I thought that what I had experienced had felt very real but was
probably wishful thinking.
The next day I went to visit my dad. When I walked in the room he asked me
why I was there. I explained that it was Wednesday and I always came to visit
on Wednesday. He said "but you were just here last night". I said no I hadn't
been there. He got very agitated, swore and pointing his finger toward the
bottom of the bed saying "dammit, don't tell me you weren't here last night you
stood right at the foot of my bed".
A cold chill ran up my spine and I thought I would faint. I wish now I would have
tried to explain the experience I had attempted and asked more questions as to
what if anything he thought he heard me say. However, nobody could ever tell
me that what happened was that I truly had gone to visit and had made my
peace with my father.
I have never tried it since, I haven't had a reason to want to travel, but I would
never be afraid to try it again and I know that it really did work. It has been over
19 years since this event occurred but with the telling of the story it feels as real
as it did then.
Kim Rumbarger-Talb
When my father was dying of cancer he was heavily medicated and it became
difficult to carry on a conversation with him as you were never sure if he was
really capable of understanding what you were talking about. I was afraid I had
waited until it was too late to tell him all the things I wanted him to know before
he was gone. One night I was laying on the couch reading a book about various
paranormal items and ran across a chapter about transcendental meditation
and how to use it. the article also explained how people could travel to other
locations and even visit or show themselves to other people. The writer went
on to describe exactly what steps to take to "take a journey". Following the
steps in the book I closed my eyes and concentrated on mentally taking all of
the steps and performing all the tasks it would take to get to where I wanted to
go... which of course was to visit Dad.
It was raining that night so I imagine myself going to the closet and getting my
raincoat, walking to the car and feeling the chilly rain hit my body. I saw myself
starting the car, turning on the wipers and mentally drove the 45 miles via the
interstate that it took to get to the hospital where my dad was a patient. I
imagined minute details such as the radio playing and the sound and
appearance of the cars passing me and throwing rain up on my windshield.
When I got to the hospital (in my mind) I imagined what the hospital would look
like at night, as I had only ever been there during daylight hours. I walked
through the darkened and quiet halls and saw the nurses at their stations quietly
talking, I smelled the hospital smells and heard the machines quietly working in
the patient rooms. I went in to Dad's room and stood at the foot his bed and
gently patted his feet and legs and said that I was there to tell him how much I
loved him and how special he had always been to me. I told him I had forgiven
him for not being around too much when I was young (my mother and he had
undergone a divorce when I was 5). I also told him it was time for him to go as
he had suffered enough.
After that I opened my eyes very slowly and had felt as though I had been
asleep. I thought that what I had experienced had felt very real but was
probably wishful thinking.
The next day I went to visit my dad. When I walked in the room he asked me
why I was there. I explained that it was Wednesday and I always came to visit
on Wednesday. He said "but you were just here last night". I said no I hadn't
been there. He got very agitated, swore and pointing his finger toward the
bottom of the bed saying "dammit, don't tell me you weren't here last night you
stood right at the foot of my bed".
A cold chill ran up my spine and I thought I would faint. I wish now I would have
tried to explain the experience I had attempted and asked more questions as to
what if anything he thought he heard me say. However, nobody could ever tell
me that what happened was that I truly had gone to visit and had made my
peace with my father.
I have never tried it since, I haven't had a reason to want to travel, but I would
never be afraid to try it again and I know that it really did work. It has been over
19 years since this event occurred but with the telling of the story it feels as real
as it did then.
Kim Rumbarger-Talb