Denyce R's Experiences
My first experience happened, when I was 23, shortly after my father's untimely, and unexpected death at the age of 50. I was troubled, and questioning existence and the meaning of life. I was having trouble sleeping. One night, as I was lying in bed watching the clock tick off the minutes, (remember the clocks that had the numbers that would click over - they were the precursors to digital clocks), I decided that it wasn't doing any good to lie in bed, so I got up to go downstairs and watch TV for a while. When I got up I felt dizzy for a moment - the way that you do when you get up too fast - so I rested my head against the doorjamb for a moment until the dizziness passed. I stepped out into the hall, and stood still for a moment. I remember seeing the streetlight slanting up the stairs through the windows next to the front door. I was still feeling a little weak, so I leaned against the wall. Suddenly I became frightened for no apparent reason, so I stepped into the bathroom to turn on a light. I couldn't move the light switch. Then I became very scared and I hurried back into the bedroom where I was very startled to see my body curled up in bed next to my husband, and facing the clock on the nightstand. I remember just kind of doubling over, and then I was back in my body. The clock said that two minutes had passed since the last time that I remembered looking at it just before getting out of bed. I woke my husband, who was understandably irritated about being awakened, and asked him if I had gotten out of bed. He said, 'Not that I know of', and went back to sleep. Somehow, that experience made it easier to deal with my father's passing. It proved to me that my soul was separate from my body. It gave me a lot of peace.
At the time of my first out of body experience I had a degree in physical anthropology, and I hoped to obtain a master's in forensic anthropology. Time and a divorce took their toll, and since I had two little girls to support, I went back to college and obtained my mortuary science degree. I have spent many years as a mortician, and quite a few years as a coroner, so a large chunk of my life has been spent dealing with death. I have always thought that my out of body experience made it easier for me to see and do the things that are required by my profession, because it made me understand that the body is just a house for the human soul. Not a final destination.
I don't know why it happened this time, but a couple of weeks ago it happened again. I had just gone to sleep, but I knew that I really needed to get up and use the restroom. I kept trying to get up, but I couldn't wake up sufficiently to get out of bed. Normally this isn't a problem. I have never experienced such a profound state of sleep. Eventually, I started dreaming that I had gotten up, but I would force my eyes to open a crack, see the wall to the left of the bed, and realize that I was still in bed. I just could NOT wake up. Finally I wrenched myself out of bed and headed for the bedroom door. The room was extremely dark, and I suddenly heard a voice telling me, very calmly, 'It's alright, everything, is alright, you're okay', over and over. I thought it was my daughter's voice, but that would be strange since she is still alive. I know it was the voice of someone who cared about me very much. I turned around and looked at the bed, and saw my body lying there. This time I wasn't dismayed at all. I was glad and I felt peace and quiet joy. But I felt pity for my poor body. I remember thinking, 'Oh...you died.' I felt sorry for it, but not for myself. All the time, the reassuring voice continued to tell me that everything was okay. I wanted to tell my body goodbye. I wanted to thank it; so I walked to the edge of the bed, leaned down and wrapped it in my arms, giving it a farewell hug. When I was hugging it my face was pressed to my body's temple, and I could smell what my body smelled like. (I'm relieved to be able to say that it smelled nice. Most dead bodies are not very sweet smelling.) I was surprised. I never knew what I smelled like before. Then I remembered the first out of body experience that I had had over 30 years before, and I thought, 'I'm not dead, I'm just outside my body'. The reassuring voice stopped. I walked to the light switch and tried to turn it on to test my theory. Once again, I couldn't make it move. Then I was just back in my body. I don't remember going back in this time. I was awake; I got up easily and went to the restroom. But I was left with that same strange sense of peace that I had the first time.I'm very thankful for these experiences. I don't fear death. I know that there is more to come after we leave this life.