Can you learn to have OBEs?

[alrick888]

Or is it more something that happens to you while you're busy doing other things?

I once used a cassette to have lucid dreams. On the very first night I used it -without any expectations- it worked. Lucid dream. On every night thereafter, it didn't work.

Can you train yourself to have an OBE?

[qasrose]

yes you can learn to have OBE'S and AP's... There are many links on the internet I have some favorite one's.... I'd post them here but I'd be going aginst the rules. So if you want then just hit me with a PM.. :).

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Or is it more something that happens to you while you're busy doing other things?

I once used a cassette to have lucid dreams. On the very first night I used it -without any expectations- it worked. Lucid dream. On every night thereafter, it didn't work.

Can you train yourself to have an OBE?:dunno: 888:why:
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[kblood]

yes you can learn to have OBE'S and AP's... There are many links on the internet I have some favorite one's.... I'd post them here but I'd be going aginst the rules. So if you want then just hit me with a PM.. :).

Why would it be against the rules? I did not know linking to other forums or any linking at all would be against the rules, as long as it is not just spam, commercial promotion or... dunno. Dont see the logic of rules against giving those links. There are plenty links to other forums and websites so far.

[alrick888]

How about the book Astral Dynamics by Robert Bruce? I've seen it mentioned several times on this forum.

[raffles]

How about the book Astral Dynamics by Robert Bruce? I've seen it mentioned several times on this forum.

Just visit robert bruces website.
Tons of information in the forums.
http://www.astraldynamics.com/forums/

[razed1]

every single human had and will always have OBEs

its called DREAMING

[majicdragon]

I'll tell you about an OBE I had while awake and standing. I was waiting for my friend Billy to come over as he was going to give me some money that he owed me. I was anxiously awaiting his arrival. When he didn't show up on time, I started to worry about what was happening with him.

In thinking about where he might be or what he might be doing, I started to get a sick feeling I might not see him that night. This worried me because I needed this money that he owed me as I had very little food in the house and I desperately needed the money which had been lent to him under duress.

I waited for him for hours and kept wondering almost frantically wether I would be getting my money This money was my only hope to sustain myself for the next month.

My worry fluctuated to fear, then anger as I became sure that something was happening on Billy's end where the outcome would turn my next month's existence into a living hell with no food. I knew my friend had gotten a cheque and that he wouldn't be getting more money till after I was gone back to work and that then it would be too late.

Anger would turn to forced self-restraint as he had promised the money, and part of me felt that my feelings could possibly be unwarranted. I tried to force myself to just be patient, but the awful vibration of truth was overwhelming me as a real and terrible pang.

By now, I was immersed in the thought of all the implications surrounding the situation and there were visions feelings I was receiving during my intense concentration. I saw that he was on a bender and was on his way to fuck everything up for me for the next whole month by spending all my money on cocaine. Could I believe this?

I thought about his girlfriend, who was at his apartment and it were that I could feel her thoughts on the matter as well. I concentrated on perceiving this thing that I was feeling more clearly as and I had separated from unbelief due to my unwillingness to continue fluctuating between states. I sat down, head in hands, distraught.

I had been seeing his path, and it were the future I'd been concerned with as well as the present. What's he doing... Where is he... Where's he going... These questions had found their answers and I knew.

He was on his way to get cocaine, as he had gotten drunk and was somehow out of his mind as far as common sense was concerned. He had been under a lot of stress and he was letting it all go. I knew this through my intense concentration, and the thought horrified me. Bad enough that I wouldn't be getting my money, but his girlfriend with child and the baby in her belly.... They would need food as well.

With my face in my hands and a series of new thoughts already flooding into and around me, I wailed, "OH GOD! HE WOULD BE BETTER OFF IF HE BROKE HIS FUCKING LEG"...

I had decided, asked god, and received the answer in the time it took for these thirteen words to come out of my mouth.

I immediately thought to his girlfriend with whom a channel had already been opened. She was there and responded right away. I had asked her if she thought the same... "he would be better off if he just broke his leg" I asked knowing. She had been worried as well, up, connected to the whole situation, and receptive. She answered right away. The answer was yes.

Then I stood.

I was on the verge of tears and stayed that way, not crossing the pinnacle, but staying at the peak where one would be about to cry without passing into the actual release... I had known/seen/found/been shown his vicinity. I pushed/searched/strained to get into a closer connection with my target.

My friend Billy had become the target of my now pure focus. I had become singular. I was one... mind, body, spirit, intent.

A tonal noise escaped from me. It was from the pinnacle of the cry in which I had been frozen... a frustrated pained longing noise like the noise of a beast crying from the depths of a tortured soul when something needs to be set right.

I had closed my eyes in my search, from my living-room, in my mind and was standing, tensed as a creature furiously bent on avenging harm inflicted unjustly on a loved one. My stomach was beyond tense. How I stood reminds me of how the wrestler, Macho Man Randy Savage used to stand when he was relating his ultimate state of consciousness to the crowd.

I could feel below my navel an energy which became very powerful, as if electric, like a capacitor filling with energy gathered from within me and from around me. It didn't feel overly full, but I felt a lot of energy there the width of a hand below my navel in a ball the size of a softball. It wasn't a feeling as if the energy were on my flesh, but within somehow the spirit of my body. Energy also emanated out from the softball like heat emanates out from a sun, and similarly conformed as if the ball were clearly defined in a solid and emanated out in a streaming vapor.

I was there. I was in the park where Billy was... where I knew he had been. Not like a pop, and not gradually, but I had become there where my friend was, and I could see where I was as I got his foot into my hands and firmed up my grip of it pulling it firm against my body. All my emotion culminated into a climax as I twisted his foot with all might, and with speed, and as it was done, my cry turned to a yelling, "AHHHhh!. It was finished. the tactile sense had been somehow missing, as in the way one somehow seems to be deprived of tactility in a dream.

I opened my eyes and there I stood with my hands in the position of having held the foot. I stood erect and breathed long breaths. I was satisfied having completed my goal and I just stood there regaining my composure. All the tension... my mind, my body, my energy relaxed. I took a few slow steps around the living room pondering what had just occurred.

It wasn't really as if I'd left my body at all.... It was as if the scenery had transformed around me, but only as my eyes were closed. When my eyes were opened, I was in my living room. According to my corporeal tactile perception, I hadn't gone from, then back into my body, but in a dreamlike way wherein it were as though this had happened in thought only.

After I regained most of my composure, and when I was able again to think somewhat clearly, which was fairly quickly, I marveled at what had just occurred within me, mind, body and spirit.... I knew what I had just done and I was relieved for the whole ordeal to have come to an end.

Suddenly I realized my friend Billy would be lying in the park for real with a broken leg, and my first thought was that I had to get down there right away to help him.

I walked around to gather my coat and shoes to get ready to go. Before I got to the door to leave the house to help my friend, I thought about the fact that I had just broken his leg by leaving my body.... What if he saw me do it?... after all, I saw him. I had his foot in my hand, and I broke his leg.... I left him right there on the ground. I could go to jail. He hadn't done anything to me. He hadn't provoked me in any way.... Maybe he thought I was there in person.... He was drunk, he might not remember...

"What if the cops are there when I get there...."

I was twisting it all over through my mind, looking at every possibility....

Then a realization came to me. I realized this must have been all in my head... but it couldn't have been in my head only... then it had to have been. These things just don't happen. I thought about all the times I would just spew out things that actually came true, and all the witnesses I had to corroborate my wavering belief. I thought about all the times I'd seen a scenario play out in my minds eye that would come to pass. I thought about these things, but this wasn't anything like those times. Here, my thoughts were implying that I'd just gone out of my body, and in real time, broken my friends leg in a park two blocks away from my house, from my living room.

"Ha. What am I thinking? I'm not going to go down to the Park to see if I had done this. I can't have done it. And if I do go down there then I'll physically be showing myself that I'm crazy. Just going down to look and see would be crazy."

"But I know this just happened. Don't I? He could be laying there all night..."

"But he can't be there. Haha, what am I thinking?"

So I just sat there going back and forth until the best action I could think of was just to sit down and smoke another joint.

After I smoked, I was more calm. I couldn't forget what I had gone through in my mind, but I could set it aside as something which had just happened in my mind. I mused over it for the next few hours till I was tired, and I fell asleep.

*

The next day, I woke to the phone, and when I answered, it was Billy's girlfriend. She wanted to tell me that Billy was in the hospital because he had broken his leg, and that they'd both be over as soon as his cast had set.

I fell back asleep and I woke when they came to the door. They told me how Billy had had his leg broken in the park and that he had laid there all night on the cold ground.

I asked Billy's girlfriend if she remembered me coming to ask her in her mind if she thought, "it would be better if Billy broke his leg"...

She said yes.

She told me that an 18 year old bad boy had done the leg breaking, and had been bragging around town about it. She told me that the cops were dealing with him since she had heard of his bragging.

Then, since she remembered me coming and asking her if it would be good if Billy broke his leg, I told them both the whole story about how I had left my body and gone to the park and broke Billy's leg.

I enquired with them about what Billy had been doing there and found with some prying that he had been drunk and was on his way to go find the coke dealer in order to front some rock to smoke. He didn't know why, but, "I don't know, I was drunk".

*

I felt really bad about consciously breaking his leg, even though by proxy and no punishment would be forthcoming. I had felt bad all night and then that next day.

However, I felt a worlds differently when I was told that the doctor, since the bone had come out of the skin, had been able to see that the bone had had a fissure in it for quite some time. The doctor told Billy It had been quite infected and that if it hadn't been broken there may have been no way for it to heal due to the condition of the infectious fluids inhibiting re-growth, rebinding, or whatever.

The Doctor told him it would have been quite easy to die of such a thing as the infection would constantly leak poison into his system thus affecting his immune system, and that it had gotten quite bad already.

The Doctor told him that he was kind of lucky to have broken his leg.

That, to me was the best part of it.

*

Billy's girlfriend asked me on that same day about the child in her belly, and I told her that she should consider moving, as I saw a vision of an approximately 10 year old boy being fatally struck by a car by the mall in Terrace BC, where they live.

She told me there was no chance they could move because she would always be living in the same town as her Parents.

So I told her the vision and where it happened and I told her to teach him not to run across the road... specifically not to run across that particular part of the road where there is a rounded corner which is where the offending car came from.

This happened about four years ago.

Just crying now writing about it because of how bad I felt that I broke my friends leg, but how happy I am that he is still alive and healthy because of a prayer to god.

"OH GOD HE WOULD BE BETTER OFF IF HE BROKE HIS FUCKING LEG!"

[adimon]

I don't like the term Out-of-Body-Experience as it can mean different things to different people.

However, if you want to be awake, but unaware of the reality that you currently inhabit, and be somewhere else, another reality, but not be dreaming, and return safely later in the day or the next, then I would suggest YAGE is what you're looking for.

For a shorter, more intense, but similar experience, try SALVIA DIVINORUM / SALVINORIN-A.

I've tried countless methods without the ingestion of a catalyst, but nothing worked. YAGE was so powerful I've never needed to do it a second time. (But no judgement upon those that do :) )

[grover66]

That's an amazing story, Majicdragon! I'm really glad you posted that because reading through the forum one of the concepts I've been having trouble truly believing/knowing is the concept of us creating our own reality with our thoughts. Just reading your story then reminded me of something that I'd forgotten about that happened to me when I was 18, which might just have been a co-incidence but I'll tell you anyway.

I was working in a bank and I had the hots big time for a guy that worked there. Trouble was he had the hots for another girl that worked there, even though she had a boyfriend at the time. We were having our Christmas party and I'd bought a new outfit with the intention of wowing the socks off him and having my wicked way with him. The night before the party I was lying in bed imagining how great it would be if I got away with him when the reality crashed in that he liked the other girl better. My thoughts towards her turned to pure hatred (yeah, nice, I know) and I started wishing that something really bad would happen to her so she wouldn't be able to come to the party. I remember as different scenarios went through my head, the one I concentrated the hardest on was that she'd have a car accident.

Anyway, the next morning I got to work and everyone was in shock because the girl in question had been involved in a car accident the night before. I remember I felt sick and really guilty and responsible for it. Luckily she wasn't too badly injured but she ended up needing a couple of weeks off due to bad bruising and whiplash. Anyway, she didn't come to the party and I did get off with the guy, who turned out to be a complete tosser!! Poetic justice, I guess.

Also, in relation to OBEs I remember once a dream I had where I was floating around in the sky looking down on my neighbourhood. I was floating above an intersection and I could see a taxi coming along in one direction and a Ford F100 type truck coming along in another. I remember thinking, "Wow, they'd better be careful or they're going to crash". Anyway, they did crash as I was floating above looking down on it.

The next morning my brother came around and said, "Did you hear about the bad car accident last night? A taxi crashed into another car just around the corner". Turned out the taxi driver was really badly injured. I'm so sure I was really there and floating above the accident when it had happened.

Remembering this has actually given me hope now as I "get" that we can actually astral travel and that our thoughts actually do create our reality. I'm going to read up on it all now .... thanks!!

[majicdragon]

I tried to respond more than a few times, but I want what I type here to be meaningful. There are all the times I manifested reality out of hate. And there is proportionally the times when I manifested out of love.

When I think about the times I manifested things out of hate, there is a lot of stuff. Conversely, there is also a lot.

When I think of the times I've made things happen out of love, I wonder if there would always have to be a balance between the two. I only wonder this because there seems to be a balance between the two in my experience.

I have tried to win the lottery, but not in a hate or a love way. I have not won the lottery.

Perhaps if I did it in one of the ways alike the times when I've actually manifested stuff.

Like, if I concentrate with emotion of hate for my monetary situation, would I be able to manifest the winning ticket, or could I direct the outcome of the path of the lottery balls... with focused hatred?

Or could I use love, like I did to save three people on three separate occasions... My love manifestations were all done out of fear. The fear was from seeing people whom I love in trouble. It was a fear that something had to be done... or else. (my above posted story doesn't categorize well with love or hate as there seems to be some of both in it)

I have manifested (wished someone dead) out of hate twice now. I was just 14 the first time and it was a hate brought on by the hate of the person. I've manifested a broken back, but it was from hate brought on by someone else's hatred.... The person didn't hate me, but they punched me while hating the fact that I just wouldn't "shut the fuck up"

So was it really my hatred that did the manifesting, or was it the hatred presented to me?...

I'm really not a bad person. (yeah right) (I know, I know) I try to be good, and for the most part I have to say, I am.

We are learning together.

If I post anymore about my "stuff", I think I'd like to post about the time I saved my friend Holland, or when I was confronted with my friend Trevor about to be squished in an underground mine, or saving "the boss" or saving, "mom"... well, not the mom one... too boring and altogether too similar to the "boss" one.

I don't know though, these are therapeutic to tell, but the "good" ones may be a bit boring.

If you're interested, just tell me. I could do it here if it is something relevant to OBE, or I could do it somewhere else if it gets into "spoken or sung majic", dreams, or visions.

Ohhh... Sung majic. Try it. If you have a feeling you want justice done, sing it like it's sure to come. Sing it and it will be done. I don't know how else to describe it without getting all the way into it and sighting examples. It is probably sufficient communication to say for now that song comes from the heart.

SING IT!

[grover66]

I'd love to hear more :)

[majicdragon]

for grover (which happened to have been my favorite Sesame Street character) And anyone who is interested, I'll start a new thread here within the next day or two called, "Spoken and Sung majic"

I'll talk about the times when I have spoken things without using my brain and the times when I have sung the truth and then it happened.

Pretty hard to sing a lie. Easy to sing the truth. Make a joyful truthful sound for Goodness sake.

Make an awful truthful noise to proclaim the awful truth.

That song you're singing in your heart will be heard. And there will be repercussions for those who have bound you, as also song cries out from every drop of blood.

Have patience. And sing while you're alive.

Really tired now, So I'm going to try and sleep, but tomorrow....