Beth L's Experience
I recall laying awake in my crib in the dark bedroom. As a small child I would often lie awake and stare at my white blanket. Sometimes it would suddenly apprear as if several large black spiders were crawling on the blanket which covered me. I recall feeling paralized by this sight. All I could do was stare. After staring and staring at these spiders, I then stared intently at my white, smooth ceiling until I could feel myself rising up, coming to rest on the wall just beneath the ceiling, then looking down at my crib as if to be a bug on the wall. I recall being aware of having risen above things and moving through the air in the dark house. I recognized the stairs as I moved down to the main level of the house.
My most vivid memory of this little trip was entering my mother's laundry room where she had her ironing board set up with the iron sitting on top of it. There was moonlight shining through this window onto the iron which seemed to glow in this moon light. As a child I took comfort in this light and the familiar surroundings. I recall feeling greatful for the moon. At one point I recall having left the house and looking into a window which was very high up on a large brick building. The moonlight shone into this window lighting up an expansive, shiney, hardwood floor which was marked with coloured lines, some straight, some circular. There was an orange basket with string hanging from it. At the time I did not understand what I was looking at except to say I recognized great
beauty in it and felt perfectly comfortable with no fear or worry. While looking at the shiny floor, I was aware of the sound of wind rustling the leaves of large trees. I believe it was summertime. Years later I understood this room to be a school gymnasium, purhaps down the street from our house. I do not recall returning to my room or my crib.
Any associated medications or substances with the potential to affect the experience? Uncertain As a 44 year old, I do not recall if my mother would have perhaps given me a Children's Asparin. This is what she used to give us if we were running a fevor however I have no recollection of being given this on the day of this particular experience.
What was your level of consciousness and alertness during the experience? Wide awake
What emotions did you feel during the experience? Peacefulness, awareness of beauty, appreciation for the moonlight, a sense of comfort and relief. Enjoying the seamingly exclusive ability of moving ealisy above the ground and in the dark when everyone was asleep.
Did you recognize any familiar locations or any locations from familiar religious teachings or encounter any locations inhabited by incredible or amazing creatures? Yes Yes I did recognize the locations within our own home. I was entirely unfamiliar with the gymnasium.
Did you see a light? Yes The light I took comfort in seeing was the moonlight that shone through my mother's laundry room window.
Did you notice how your 5 senses were working, and if so, how were they different? Yes Clear sight and recognition of beauty which I still can recall. The sound of the wind rustling those leaves in the large trees enlivens me to this day.
Did you reach a boundary or limiting physical structure? Uncertain There is a vague memory of wanting to move beyond the gymnasium and not being able to. Very vague. There is no recollection of returning to my crib.
Did you have any psychic, paranormal or other special gifts following the experience that you did not have prior to the experience? Uncertain Binging too young to recall or even determine this, I'm uncertain as to any effect this experience may have had on any psychic/paranormal gifts I may or may not possess.
Did you have any changes of attitudes or beliefs following the experience? Yes After this experience I knew I could "become a bug on a wall." This is what I would later call it to myself. Years later, and still as a child, I would consciously leave my body and become the bug on the wall.
How has the experience affected your relationships? Daily life? Religious practices? Career choices? This experience may have been the trigger of my creativity or perhaps, a result of it. On a quiet and spiritual level I have always been aware of a connection to something benevolent and beautiful. Years later, in public school, I would come to believe this beauty and benevolence is God.
Has your life changed specifically as a result of your experience? Yes My life has changed only in that the OBE let me know as a very young child that I would servive my fears. It lent me a certain self confidence, a faith in something beautiful, something special.
Have you shared this experience with others? Yes My sister, after hearing of my experience, began trying (at the age of 38) to consciously have an OBE. She was successful but believed she encountered evil and was fearful from her experiences.
What emotions did you experience following your experience? Comfort, peace.
What was the best and worst part of your experience? The worst Part of the OBE was the sight of the large, black spiders crawling over my white blanket just before I made my escape. It was frightful to feel the paralysis.
The best part of the OBE was the entire experience. From the moment I became a bug on the wall to my very vague recollection of not being able to continue further away from my house.
Following the experience, have you had any other events in your life, medications or substances which reproduced any part of the experience? Yes Once in around 1966-67 I was laying on my bed in the afternoon staring at my white, smooth ceiling. This must have triggered a memory of the first spontanious OBE. I remember thinking, hey, I could become a bug on a wall. I wonder if I can? So I stared and stared at the ceiling until I could feel myself rise out. This time I recall experiencing a sort of shrinking feeling and a brief sense of spinning. I recall hearing an unusual sound which I could liken to a distant tinkling of chimes, very soft, very far away. Then I would be on the wall looking down upon myself. A little girl on a neatly made bed ( I recall feeling proud of the neat bed) wearing a summer jumper made by her mother. I did this serveral times just to amuse myself. During these times I don't recall having any real ambition to leave my room or explore beyond the house. For me the thrill was in concentrating and focussing to a point where I could project myself up to the ceiling. I could feel myself getting smaller. Quite a thrill. Eventually and quickly I lost interest and have not attempted this again in my life.