IN THE OOBE REALM - PART 7






	B. Meeting People (continued)




5>
	(Apparently, sometimes we astral projectors must
	 look like ghosts to the people we meet in the
	 planes.  This is a cute episode where *I* ended
	 up scaring instead of being scared!)


     "...At first the darkness was very "electric."  Eventually 
the void seemed like a heavy fog.  I got the idea to try to look 
at my hands.  Watched my body and a red tile floor materialize 
around me as the fogginess of the void faded away.  I was in an 
empty room with a red tile floor, it seemed like a small gymnasium 
or something.  I started walking and noticed that my footsteps were 
very noisy.  There were two open doors.  One led out to a hallway, 
the other led to a storage closet.  There was a light on in the 
storage closet and I heard someone moving and stacking chairs..  
I approached the lit closet nervously and a little scared, not 
knowing what to expect.  There was another entrance to the storage 
closet out in the main hallway, and as I walked by I saw a pile of 
chairs go crashing out into the hall.  Then I heard grumbling and 
complaining come from the storage closet.  I became a little 
amused and hovered out near the door to peek into the storage 
closet and see who was in there.  Then, a guy dressed like a 
janitor walked out of the storage closet.  He looked up and saw 
me floating there and I obviously startled him because he gasped 
at me.  The whole situation was becoming very amusing to me so 
I flew down closer towards him.  He ran scared back into the 
storage closet.  I hovered for a second outside the door to the 
closet and the janitor reappeared, this time carrying a large 
garbage can, which he then proceeded to throw at me.  He missed 
me and the garbage can struck the wall next to me, but I was 
surprised nonetheless.  He ran back into the storage closet and 
I flew up towards a vent by the ceiling.  I pulled the vent 
open and tried to climb into it, but I lost my lockmold and was 
back in my physbod."




6> 


	(Here's one time when John and I, who shared a
	 room at college were both sleeping. I projected
	 and saw him sleeping on his bed and I tried to 
	 wake him while I was out-of-body.)


     "...Having some kind of dream.  Had a false awakening, except 
I figured I was either awake, or maybe I could project.  Tried to push 
out of my body.  I was gyrating wildly.  I flopped out sideways, like 
a fish, onto the floor next to my bed.  I was in my bedroom.  Stood up 
and went over to where J.C.'s bed was (he was sleeping there for real on 
the physical plane).  
   I nudged him, "John, wake up."
   He rolled over, half awake, looking up at me.
   "John, it's me," I said, "Can you see me?"
   He said, still half asleep, "Ya, I know it's you."
   He didn't seemed too thrilled.  
   "Can you see me?  I'm projecting right now.  I'm in my astral body."
   He said, "You look like a haze."
   I asked him, "Can you see my physical body lying on my bed?"
   He said he couldn't.  But it was dark in the room and I figured he 
couldn't see my physbod in my bed because there was no light.  So I 
stood up and told him to watch me.  And I shot up through the ceiling.  
I felt myself pass outside, but at the same time I completely lost 
my lock-mold..."




7>
	(The following is an interesting episode. I
	 met a stranger, a woman, and I think she may
	 have been a deceased person.  This, I feel, is
	 an example of consoling a person.)


     "...Felt myself laying on my bed again.  I didn't make any 
attempt to "push out" though, I just started flying forward through 
the void.  Almost instantly, a scene materialized around me.
     It seemed to be dusk, and I was standing on the front lawn of 
a house overlooking an unfamiliar neighborhood.  It reminded me 
somewhat of the older and bigger houses in Detroit.  There were 
a few people walking about on the sidewalks.  I noticed a woman 
coming up the sidewalk that passed in front of where I was at.  
Without really thinking, I ran across the lawn, jumped the row 
of bushes separating the lawn from the sidewalk, and stood there 
on the sidewalk waiting for this woman to approach.  She was an 
older woman with graying blond hair, wearing a long brown coat.  
She was acting scared as if she wanted to avoid me.  She was 
only a few feet from me and I asked her, "What's your name?"  
     She stopped, but turned away from me and said, "I don't 
look at faces."  
     I could sense her fear and caution and I said, "Don't worry, 
I know how people are up here."
     Then she turned back towards me, brightened up with interest 
and said, "You do?"
     I was glad to have gotten her attention.  But then I noticed 
as I was staring at her face, that her features kept shifting from 
that of an old lady to that of a beautiful young woman.  Looking 
into her eyes I said, "You're very beautiful."
     She giggled embarrassed.  I didn't know if I should make a 
sexual move on her or not.  I decided against it cause it was 
obvious that she had been afraid, but now I had her confidence.  
I realized that she seemed scared and lonely and I figured she 
simply needed to be consoled.  I hugged her and we began walking 
off.  Then I faded out..."




8>
	(This is one of the most interesting times I've met
	 someone I knew during an OOBE.  The fellow I meet,
	 Eric, was a good friend I jammed with in a band.
	 He had left school, but I was still at school. I
	 met Eric while I was projecting.  It seems very
	 reasonable to conclude that where I ended up going
	 in my projection was where Eric happened to go that
	 night in his dreams.  I tried to get him to call me.
	 Notice how little lucidity he has.  Also, note how
	 I am "sly" in interacting with Eric.)


     "...Had been up all night studying for an exam and gabbing 
with John.  Went to bed about 5:00 AM.  I fell asleep almost 
immediately.  Next thing I knew I was walking thru a dance club,
very reminiscent of the Detroit dance club scene.  The place was 
large and dark, and there was a huge dance floor filled with very 
underground looking people.  I was not lucid at this point, but I 
had a very strong feeling that something was up.  I walked off of 
the dance floor into another room that was a bar.  Sitting at 
the bar was my good friend Eric, with whom I had jammed in a band.  
When I saw Eric it dawned on me - I was in the dream world!  And 
also, at this realization, I most definitely experienced the 
"headrush" feeling.  My lucidity was incredible.  Everything was 
absolutely clear and vivid.  I felt exactly like I do when I'm 
awake.  Once my lucidity clicked in though, I became very aware of 
my potential to fade out so I moved very slowly and carefully.
     I approached Eric, vividly aware that we were in the dream 
plane.  I decided not to say anything to him about this fact at 
first.  I wanted to experiment and play with the situation.  I 
approached him exactly as I would have done if I really had 
unexpectedly run into him in a club on the physical plane.  I 
casually walked up to the bar and nudged him.
     "Eric, what's up?" I said, extending my hand in greeting.
     He turned and recognized me and showed the typical surprise 
one would show when seeing a friend one hasn't seen for a while.  
We hadn't seen each other for over a year.
     "Don!, How are you?" We were shaking hands.  Eric had a 
drink in his hand and he was acting as if he was slightly drunk, 
which I found quite novel knowing that we were in the dream world 
and one's dream body simply cannot get drunk!
     We gabbed about what we had each been doing since we last 
saw each other.  Eric told me that he was working at a radio 
station (which was true, and I knew this anyway).  I told him I 
was still in school working towards graduation.  I kept up this 
small talk, but I was trying to figure out what I should do next.  
Finally, right in the middle of our small talk, I looked at Eric 
and very casually, but seriously said, "By the way, Eric, we're 
dreaming right now."
     He looked at me and started laughing as if I was joking.  
I responded, "Look, Eric, I'm totally serious.  I'm in Houghton 
right now, and my body is sleeping in my bed.  You and I are on 
the astral plane right now."  
     Eric said something about me always having been a great kidder.
     There was a young woman sitting next to Eric at the bar and 
she was listening to us.  She looked at me very snidely in response 
to what I was saying.  I looked at her and said, "Look, woman, 
We're dreaming right now.  Just wake yourself up, then you'll
believe me."  Then I made some nasty remark to her about the fact 
that she was just another typically stupid dreamer.  Meanwhile, 
Eric was watching this getting a big kick out of it.
     Then I felt myself begin to fade out. I grabbed Eric and 
said, "Uh oh! Look, Eric! I'm gonna disappear right before your 
eyes, then you'll know that this is a dream!"  And I was gone. 
 
{At this point read, FILE 10 , entry 3 under "iv.  The Surreal Regions"}


     ...This time I tightened my focus so much that the entire bar 
scene faded in around me!  I was back in the bar again!  
     My lockmold was again very strong, but again, I moved slowly 
and cautiously so as not to get too excited and fade out.  I 
wondered if Eric was still here.  I walked off the dance floor,  
through a neon lit hallway, back into the bar where I had seen 
Eric.  And no shit - there he was in the same room!  I was 
extremely lucid and I really had to fight to keep myself calm 
because I knew I would fade if I got too excited.  
     This time Eric was standing next to the wall and he seemed 
much drunker than before.  Not only that, he was acting incredibly 
unlucid, just like any other ordinary dreamer.  This time, I 
decided, I wouldn't waste time with small talk.  An idea occurred 
to me.  I went up to him, grabbed him and said, "Hey, Eric, I'm 
back."
     "Hey, Don, where'd you go?" he said smiling and slurring 
his speech.  Just that I got this response from him was amazing 
because it implied an interesting memory continuity.
     Very seriously I said to him, "Look, Eric, we are dreaming.  
Didn't you see me disappear?  Can't you understand?  This is a 
dream!"
     His attention, however, was wavering.  I didn't seem to 
be getting through to him.  I shook him and continued, "Look, 
Eric, I'm in Houghton right now sleeping.  I want you to wake 
up and call me on the telephone right now.  My number is 7449.  
Do you understand?  7449.  Wake up and call me."
     For an instant it seemed that he had come out of his dreamer 
mind and seemed to be understanding what I was saying.  A glint 
of recognition passed over his features.  I repeated my phone 
number and told him to wake up and call me.
     He said, "7447."  I corrected him, but he just kept getting 
the phone number more and more wrong.  At this point now, we 
were both floating about five feet off the ground, and we were 
in front of a long mirror up over the bar.  I turned Eric towards 
the mirror.  
     "Look," I said pointing into the mirror, "We're floating, 
Eric.  You can only do stuff like this in a dream.  Don't you 
get it?  We're dreaming Eric!"
     Again, a definite glint of recognition passed through 
his eyes.  For a second he seemed to understand the situation.  
I started shaking him violently, telling him to wake up while I 
was repeating my phone number to him.  
     As we were floating, I looked over on the wall and saw a 
flyer posted there that said something about Ferndale.  I 
thought, "he knows I'm from Ferndale".  I pointed it out to 
him, but continued pleading to him to wake up and call me.  
     But by now he was acting, not only like a typical 
dreamer, but like he was very drunk as well, and I gave 
up on him.  He began to float away from me, what little 
lucidity he did display was completely gone.  "This is 
futile," I thought, and I let him float away..."


{I then went on, in this same projection to meet the flying minotaur
which is described in FILE 11, entry 5, under "Nonhuman Denizins 
Of The Planes "}




9>
	(Sometimes you will encounter a person who appears
	 highly lucid.  The following entry is such an example.
	 As you will see, I was surprised by this woman's
	 lucidity and actually had a somewhat meaningful
	 conversation with her.  I think she was a dead
	 person from the past.)


     "...(I had been in a surreal space, the...) I "bent" out of 
the crystal  and was standing in a relatively large, very beautiful 
room.  It looked Victorian in its decor.  There was a butler 
standing there shinning shoes and staring at me.  I ignored him, 
and looked about the room.  It was very elegant.  Intricately 
etched wood lined the contours of the wall and a large beautiful 
tapestry covered most of the wall next to me.  A large glistening 
chandelier hung from the ceiling.  Large windows on the opposite
wall revealed a court yard outside and beyond this, a mansion-like 
building with stained glass windows.  I was very impressed.  I 
haven't been in such a beautiful place out here in the planes 
for a while.  There was a smaller room cut off from the first 
by intricately carved wood dividers.  I looked into this smaller 
room and saw that it was a dining room.  Then I felt myself 
begin to fade.  I quickly clung to the wooden divider and 
concentrated on stabilizing myself.
     Luckily, I restabilized myself.  I went back around to where 
the butler was shinning shoes.  He was an older man, bald on top, 
curly gray hair around the sides.  He was wearing spectacles and a 
typical butler outfit.  He seemed to be slightly attentive to my 
presence and he looked at me with a leer.  On a small table next 
to the butler was a dish of brown pudding with little bits of 
chocolate in it.  I went up, completely disregarding the butler, 
figuring he was at best half conscious anyway, and took a handful 
of the pudding.  It tasted great!  I proceeded to eat most of it.  
The butler seemed irritated but I continued to disregard him.  
Beyond him I saw a group of women sitting in front of the big 
windows on the opposite wall.  I rudely and purposely climbed 
over the butler (with an attitude akin to what Monroe calls a 
"wild one") and approached the women.
     There were four women sitting there in front of the window.  
One was seated in the center in what looked like a throne and 
she appeared to be in her 30s.  She had a sophisticated beauty 
about her.  She was dressed in Victorian finery and I thought 
that she might be nobility.  Surrounding her were three older 
women and they looked to be in their 50s.  They looked like old 
maids.  As I neared the window I was captured by the beauty of 
the building across the courtyard.  As the women noticed I was 
approaching I spoke out:
     "This is some great pudding."
     The younger woman in the middle addressed me immediately, 
"Oh my," she said, "you seem to have eaten all of Ducheme's 
(pronounced "due shames") pudding!"
     She spoke with confidence and surety and I was very 
surprised by this.  Usually the people I speak with in my 
projections are idiots.  This woman was not.  She seemed 
as lucid as I was.  Meanwhile, the three older women eyed me 
with suspicion but said nothing.
     "That's a beautiful building over there," I said, pointing 
out the window across the courtyard, "What is it?"
     "Oh yes, it is very beautiful," she agreed, "It is our 
clothes palace."
     I was not sure what she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't understand 
you."
     It is our clothes palace," she repeated.
     "Wow! A whole palace just to store their wardrobe", is what 
I thought.  I was surprised and taken aback by this woman's 
lucidity, the quickness and relevance of her responses.  Such 
communication is rare for me out here.  I thought that she must 
be a dead person still living out her astral life.  I struggled 
for a moment trying to think how best to respond to this unique 
circumstance.  All I figured to ask her is "What year is this?"
     "1890," she said.
     "Wow! She is dead!" I thought.  There wasn't the least 
indication she was constructing her responses from my thoughts.  
Her responses were too natural for that.  Besides, I would have 
felt it if she was pulling concepts out of my mind.  Also, I 
asked her this question in total sincerity, with no preconceived 
notion of what answer I would get.
     "Wow!" i exclaimed, "I'm from the future.  I've come from 
the year..."  For the life of me I couldn't remember what year 
it was back on the physical plane!  I was stymied.  I struggled 
trying to remember.  I knew it was 19 something, but what?  All 
I could blurt out was, "the nineteen eighties."  But the whole 
situation was making me too excited.  My lockmold began fading 
and so did I.  My vision was gone, but I heard her say, "My how 
interesting..."  Then my hearing was gone too.  I awoke back in 
my physbod frustrated by losing the opportunity to converse 
further with her, but also happy that I had encountered her.  
I don't think I ever had such a natural and meaningful conversation 
with anyone in a projection before this."
 


10>  
	(Here's an example of a time I was at a "rehab center"
	 which is one of the places that recently deceased
	 people go.  The following excerpt is from a very
	 long projection.  I was in this place for a long
	 time.  Here I am only presenting one particular
	 meeting from this projection.  I met a man who I
	 suspect had just died (of course I have no way
	 to confirm this, though you will see I tried to
	 get information from him).  He was in bad shape
	 and needed help of sorts, as you will see.)


     "...I was in the void and I struggled immediately to fade back 
in.  I spun round and round, and faded in again at the place I had 
just left.  It was apparent to me by now that I must be at some 
tremendous rehab center, like the type Robert Monroe described 
in his books.  I was standing outside by the entrance I had seen 
moments ago.  Through the door I could see the bar I was just at.  
When I actually faded in, I found myself flopping around on the 
ground like a fish out of water.  When I had completely 
materialized, I pulled myself to my feet and jumped through an 
open window next to the entrance doors.  I found myself in a 
room adjacent to the bar, and I saw the bar in the next room over.
     This room was little, with pasty green walls and a wooden table 
in the middle of the room.  There was a steam radiator against the 
wall and a wooden bench next to this, and a bum was sleeping on the 
bench.  There were two doors; one leading back to the bar, the other, 
opposite this, closed.  There was a hospital push cart sitting in 
front of the closed door and there was a guy wrapped in bandages 
sitting on this cart.  He was staring at me and I started to say 
something to him.  He seemed angry at me and then he lunged at me 
and attacked me.  Needless to say, I was surprised.  I said 
something to him to the effect, "That was the wrong move buddy, I 
know more about what's going on around here than you do.  There ain't 
no way you can hurt me.  And I know that you don't know I can't 
hurt you."  Actually I wasn't in the least bit angry or mad at him 
cause I'm sure he had no idea what was going on.  Still, I felt 
like being macho, and I had to do something to settle him down.  
I flipped him to the floor and started pounding him into the 
ground.  I literally flattened him out like a pancake!  It was 
like a cartoon.  But when I saw that he wasn't being aggressive 
anymore, I stopped thrashing and helped him "pop" back out to 
3-D , and helped him to his feet.  
     He seemed surprised that neither of us was in the least 
bit scathed after our scuffle.  His attitude was significantly 
different.  He was more submissive and friendly.  He got back on 
his cart and I started to push him out towards the bar.  I asked 
him if he was dead (seeing that he was on the hospital stretcher 
and all).  Quite to my surprise, he said he had died the night 
before.  I asked if maybe it's that he's been dead for a year (As 
I write this entry I don't remember what my logic was in asking 
him this).  He said something about getting into a fight with his 
Dad.  I asked him where he was from and he said "the Land-O-Lakes, 
from Idaho."  I asked for his address but he mumbled nonsense.  
He told me his name but I can't remember it now.  His demeanor 
was interesting.  He seemed contemplative, quite absorbed in his 
thoughts.  He had responded more intelligently to me than anyone 
had to this point in the projection.  I wheeled him up to another 
door and faded out..."




11>
	(Here is an example of how paradoxical it is to try to
	 tell someone you meet that you are in the astral plane.)


    "...What the situation was was that, during an episode I had 
met an unfamiliar girl.  We fell in love immediately and became 
lovers (and the feelings were quite sincere, I should add).  I knew 
I was projecting, but everything was extremely real and I even felt 
that I did not have to go back. I felt that, if I chose, I could  
simply forget entirely about my physical plane life and stay right 
where I was at, and it wouldn't have bothered my soul in the least.  
I knew I could do this if I really wanted, and I was tempted by 
the possibility, but I ultimately decided that I would go back.  
     At any rate, my lover and I had gone through some adventures 
together.  We were coming out of a movie, and I felt I would have 
to spring the truth on her.  I told her that I couldn't stay with 
her because I was from another plane of existence.  She didn't 
follow me at first, so I elaborated and told her how I had a 
physical body and that it was sleeping back in the physical world, 
and that I'd soon have to go back there.  She looked at me, with 
so much love in her eyes, and she thought I was joking with her.  
She said as much and gave me a hug and a kiss.  I was completely 
lost for words and just left it at that.  As it turns out, we 
started getting sexual shortly thereafter, and naturally, once I 
started getting sexually excited, I faded out.
     Now what was significant about this particular episode was 
when I was trying to explain to her that I was from the physical 
world.  Here we are, her and I, walking arm in arm, down a sidewalk 
in the middle of the city.  And I'm trying to tell her I'm 
from the physical world.  But where I was standing at that moment 
felt just as real, if not more real than anything in my physical 
experience.  To say that where I was standing at that moment was 
not real, not physical, sounded absurd even as I was trying to 
explain to her.  I realized that it is impossible to really 
convey to these people in the astral world that they are not in 
the "physical world".  To them, where they are at is completely 
real - to them.  They don't have physical bodies to go back to.  
And dead people forget very quickly their physical lives.  I knew 
I was in a realm of "dead people" - I just knew, instinctively.  
Dreamers act stupid - they do all the things that we, you and I, 
the people who dream, know we do in our dreams.  Where I was at 
in this experience was simply life as usual.  I was in some 
astral town where astral people (who we would call "dead people") 
were simply living out their astral lives, completely unaware 
that our physical plane exists.
     This was not to be the last time that I would confuse 
an astral person by telling them that they were not in 
a "physical" world."


12>
	(This final entry I shall present about meeting people
	 was actually posted here on CompuServe the day after
	 the projection occured (Dec. 14, 1992).  In this
	 projection I met someone who was aware that he was 
	 dreaming.  This was a most astonding experience on my
	 part and the first time anything like this has ever
	 happened to me.  You will notice, first, that I tried
	 to get verifyable information from this person, and
	 second, how difficult it was for him to concentrate.)


     "...The final episode I recall was the most dramatic. I was 
moving in the void and somehow locked into an episode. I seemed to 
be on an outdoor patio in a park or something. There was a group 
of people sitting at a picnic table and a few feet away another 
group sitting at one of thoses round, white metal patio tables. 
They seemed to all be together. I approached them with my standard 
question of the evening: I asked them if anyone knew the date. I 
got a bunch of nonsensical answers from the people at the round 
table, things like "Its the 2nd". I'd say "the 2nd of what?" and 
get no reasonable response. But then one of the guys at the picnic 
table said "There is no date, this is a dream". I heard this and 
was startled like I haven't been in a long time. I turned around 
and began talking to this guy. He was looking at all his friends 
as if to say 'you dummys, there can't be any date now because we 
are dreaming'.  He looked to be about 35, brown hair, had on 
preppy clothes and looked about as modern American as you can get.  
I became very excited. I asked "you know we are dreaming?" He 
acknowledged this. I couldn't believe how lucid *he* was. He 
seemed confused a bit, as if he was not used to being so lucid 
while he was dreaming. I assured him he was correct.  
     I said "That's right we are dreaming right now." Then I 
asked him where he was from. He said Minneapolis, Minnesota, and 
made some little joke about the town and chuckled. Again, I was 
overwhelmed by his lucidity. His answers were quick and succinct, 
though he had that subtle confusion that comes with being lucid 
in the dream world when you are not used to doing so.  He looked 
as if he was surprised by his own responses as much as I was. I 
told him that I too was dreaming and that I was from Detroit, 
Michigan.  I told him that we were both dreaming right now and 
then I asked him again what was the date. He thought about it 
for a second and said "The 21st, no, no, the 2nd of December". 
I sh*t my pants! He *was real*. I couldn't believe it! This had 
never happened to me before. I immediately said, "Look, tell me 
your name and phone number and I am going to wake myself up right 
now and call you in Minneapolis". He told me his name, which I 
do not remember now. He was sitting there trying to recall his 
phone number. I could tell he was having difficulty in doing so, 
which is not uncommon for me even when I project. And then, 
almost without warning, I faded out and was lying awake in my 
bed. As I felt myself fading I became infinitely disappointed. I 
awoke thinking "So close, yet so far". Yet, at the same time, I 
was very excited. This is the first time I ever met and talked 
to anyone in a projection that was so lucid and had a grip over 
physical memories like this guy did.  I laid in bed for a few 
moments trying to gather the memories together, then I fell 
asleep for the night."


(END OF ENTRIES)


  
    To wrap up this section on meeting people during OOBEs, I
would like to make a couple of closing comments.  At the start of
this section I discussed ways to verify your meetings with 
people you encounter while in the OOBE realm.  However, after
reading through the excerpts from my journal, I hope you can 
appreciate just how difficult acquiring such information is.
There are two factors that make this a difficult endeavor.
First, as we have seen, is the fact that people are usually
in a daze when you meet them in a projection.  You ask them
a simple question like "What is your name?" and you get
a garbage answer, or mumbo jumbo, or they say "I don't know".
Thus, if you can't get any information from them in the
first place, you are obviously in no position to verify this
person's identity, whether they were dreaming or were deceased.
     Now, the second reason it is so difficult acquiring verifyable
information during an OOBE has to do with retaining the information
you get.  For, as is illustrated in the above entries, it is
very difficult to remember simple facts or details that you 
learn in a projection.  Many times someone would tell me their 
name or some other simple data, and I would forget what they
said almost as soon as it was said.  Or, perhaps I would remember
during the projection, but once I awoke I would forget the 
information before recording it in my journal.  And because
I forget this information so easily does not mean I have a bad
memory.  Whatever is going on here is just not that simple.
There is something about being lucid in the OOBE realm
that makes it inherently difficult to remember stuff. And 
further, the process of carrying the information back here
to the physical plane is also another factor that can cause
one to forget what occurred during the projection.  This is
why I stressed early on the need to strengthen your ability
to remember dreams and to always lay and try to remember
as much of your projection as you can as soon as you wake up, 
or to make mental notes to yourself while IN the projection; all 
of these things help strengthen your memories so you can carry 
them across the border between the physical and the dream realms.
     So, the bottom line is that getting verifyable information
during an OOBE is no easy task.  Some people (especially
parapsychology types) have simplistic and naive
notions about acquiring information during an OOBE, as if
memorizing a fact while out-of-body is the same as memorizing
a fact while in your body.  This just isn't what's going on.
To repeat: it is hard to get simple facts out of the people 
you meet during an OOBE and, it is also abnormally difficult
to retain these facts if you get them.  If they are not immediately
forgotten during the OOBE, then they can easily be forgotten as
one's consciousness passes from the OOBE realm back to the physical
realm.   And again, these factors have nothing to do with how
good or bad your memory skills are here on the physical plane 
when you are awake.  These memory problems seem to be inherent
to the OOBE state itself and to the nature of the transition
from being lucid in the OOBE to returning here to the physical
world.  This fact is probably a vital clue to the nature of the
OOBE state and its relationship to our waking consciousness.
     So, what can you do about this?  I cannot stress enough
how important the memory exercises I prescribed are.  You
have to do everything in your power to strengthen the memory
connection between your waking and your dream mind, and you have
to very conscientiously work to remember both your dreams and
your OOBEs.  You have to work to develop habits that will ensure
that you can successfully carry your memories back and forth
between this physical world and the world in which OOBEs and
dreams occur.  Obviously, these memory problems are not insurmountable
barriers as my recorded experiences attest to.  Once again, 
practice makes perfect and the more you practice, the more
likely you will be successful.


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