Understanding OOB and NDE Stories

There are people who are able through a normal means, meaning not drug induced, to travel to other worlds. There writings and oral telling’s of these events at times make even the most willing to believe they are real a little skeptical. Places and events are sometime close to a mix of fairy tales, science fiction, and other movie and pulp fiction genres.

Not expecting to hear them, it is easy to dismiss these stories as fantasy, day dreaming, or outright lies. To those who have read or heard them before some of the stories are hard to believe because they are so foreign to our understanding. I think I am able to help explain the diversity of stories, whether the story is an OOB (Out Of Body), or an NDE (Near Death Experience).

The first thought to keep in mind is these stories are based solely on the tellers experience. Plato’s Cave allegory may help for understanding. To understand Plato’s Cave (a modern version), imagine watching a movie in a theatre. If you are sitting somewhere in the center of a theatre you can see everyone between yourself and the movie screen. Looking backwards however your view is more limited because of the projectors light and the way the light is shining into tier eyes.

When it comes to explaining an OOB or NDE, think about the people in front of you in the theatre. People you can relate to because you can see them and you know they are people. The people behind you however are hard to see. You can not really tell if they are people, cardboard cutouts, or aliens from a different universe taking a break from their sight seeing here on earth.

When reading about or listening to someone’s story know they are filtering their experience through how they relate to it, and what they understand to be true. Their description makes sense to them on one or more levels. Or they can not find the right words for a better description. They are describing are the people in front of themselves in a theatre, even though they are talking about the people behind them. We live in a three dimensional world. We can imagine and understand the possibility of a two dimensional world because we can see and understand two dimension which is simpler then our three dimensional world.

We can also understand a one dimensional world. Going the other direction, it is beyond our thinking to imagine a world with more than three dimensions, different method of communication, no gravity, or different types of people or animals. Most of our stories whether they are a result of an OOB or NDE, are of worlds of three dimensions or less because we can understand a world like of these dimensions.

There may be unlimited worlds in existence of three dimensions, let alone all the other dimensions that are possibilities. Most of them we do not or can not access because of our own limitations in understanding. Generally there are three levels of worlds we usually access. A lower world, a middle world, and an upper world.

Some people are taught when they travel (as in an OOB) to go to a middle or lower world where there is a particular physical attribute or landmark. As they practice traveling, when they find this particular landmark, they know they are where they wanted to go. If a particular place or world is reached once, it becomes easier over time and repeated visits to go there again and again.

In these three levels exist (for practical purposes) an unlimited number of worlds that one can travel to. Being familiar with the blind men and the elephant story makes it easy to understand how the same place can have different descriptions. Three blind men all touch one elephant in three different places. When they describe what they understand about an elephant they each have different descriptions of the same animal. One describes the elephant as a snake, one as huge raised log, and the third as a huge tree with the trunk splitting into roots above the ground.

This is why it is so difficult to believe these stories we have all heard. One description is one way, the second another, and so on. Yet are the stories are valid from the perspective of the teller. Unless we choose to be someone who does not believe what they can not touch, smell, see, or taste, it is not real.

The next time you read about or hear one of these stories, try to see it through the tellers understanding. Seek to understand through the tellers perspective makes these types of stories easier to relate to. It also opens the possibility the story might be true.

It is always about Love

I recently finished a book named, Burro Genius, by Victor Villasenor. In itself this is an excellent book, and if you can get ahold of a copy of Burro Genius, I do not think you will be disappointed. Burro Genius is an autobiography of a child’s (Mr. Villasenor) struggle to hold on to what he believes is true in the face of adversity by people who want him to believe untruths and go against everything he was told and believes . The struggles of a little boy are carried into his teen years and beyond.

The reason I mention Burro Genius is Mr. Villasenor in his book, reminds me there is more to our lives than the mundane. He also makes it clear that standing alone on our side of the line in the dirt does not mean we are wrong or we are standing alone.

There are other stories of creation that are as valid as yours or mine. God speaks to us continuously. We all can hear what God has to say if we are quiet, patient, and open to listening. Occasionally, when it is important to God, the message arrives via a stronger messenger and then we hear.

I have been interested in the occult and paranormal. My interest started because I had parents of different religions, and little slices of life memories of before I came here. That was pretty heady stuff for a small child to make sense of. One parent going to hell even though they both believed in God, and making sense of memories that did not happen on this earth or in this world for that matter.

I rarely talked about or asked about my memories of before here when I was a child, and when I did, it was as if a curtain came down between myself and whatever adult I was speaking too. My parents differing religions were the same way with no one neutral on the subject. Needless to say, the two ‘imaginary’ (adult) people in my back yard, and my occasional visions were something I never brought up. By the time I was eight or nine, I had my secrets and I kept them.

When someone going door to door decides I am a good candidate for conversion from heathenism (not being of their church) to the light of their religion, all goes well for a short while. Then I have to ask: When exactly does our eternal life begin? If we love one another and try to do the right thing are we bad people? Did our eternal life started eons ago, and we are not aware of it because it is not Gods will we should be more aware? These questions pretty much stop all discussion. In no time these people of God quickly think of reasons why they need to leave – in mid discussion.

We it comes to our beliefs, we can only know what we know. What we know is only real for us. If someone uses different words or phrases it does not make what they say and think untrue. It only makes their perception and verbiage different than our own.

Many of us see ourselves and our family here on this earth with everything else not part of us.  Everything mystical, religious or paranormal is not of the world we have created unless it is in that little slice of time we go to church in. Eternal life starts when they were born. Eternity is what follows. This is their only chance to determine where they will spend eternity.

Such a tidy way of making sense of life and religion. Anything that does not fall in that narrow depiction of how the spiritual side of life works, is either to be ignored or feared. God no longer speaks, and Evil is winning the war of good and evil. If it doesn’t happen in the Sunday service, it isn’t real. They make a pill for that don’t they?

Speaking of pills for that, I read the other day, if you are an adult past forty and have feelings of immense gratitude, or sadness, this is an abnormal condition. There now is indeed a pill for that. I have issue with the definition of ‘abnormal condition’. Seems to me the people defining abnormal conditions are mundane, and have never witnessed any mystical experiences, how can they determine what someone who may have should feel? Then there is rule 2. If it isn’t part of church on Sunday, it is not real. If it is real, it is surely evil incarnate.

It is not my place nor my intention to challenge your belief system. Your beliefs have been with you your whole life. To you they are as comfortable as say being under your blankets on a cold night. I will suggest however that maybe everything you believe to be true is not the complete truth?

Many of us are explorers of one type or another. Some conquer mountain tops, others the sea floor. Most of us explorers partake in physical pursuits. A few explorers however explore possibilities. They travel inward and outward at times leaving their bodies in a safe place as they travel and explore. They catch glimpses other truths, and experience other worldly events.

Over your lifetime there are experiences or events you pretend are not what they were. Those things do not happen.  But they did, and they do not fit anything you knew before or after. These memories live right under the surface of our thoughts. Visions, sights, sounds, waking or sleeping dreams. We all have experiences we may have never shared with another person.

Why are we so quiet about these experiences we  won’t admit may be true? Is it because they are uncomfortable and do not fit nicely in our world. Are we afraid of what others may think of us? Mr. Villasenor found his answers, and he found his truths. He may explain some things a little differently, and that is ok. It is hard to find fault with an angry little boy cum young man, who found his way to became a caring human being who knows there is more to the world, than a few hours on a Sunday.

Mentally Ill Murder Machines

If you have lived on this earth for about forty years or longer you probably have noticed this. If you have talked to someone over fifty, you have probably heard them complain about this. I remember hearing it when I was a kid, and I thought it was the leaps and bounds in technology that were the real cause. Seems like the older people, even back then, were talking about something different. It is all the same thing only the 2010 plus version.

Once America rolled past the1880’s, life started improving for everyone. Life style and quality of life was getting better every year. When life gets better, more people can afford more, and more people have more babies. Those babies grow into adults of course, and they too have babies. Some of those babies were not very stable and as adults, they did some horrible things to their fellow human beings.

The older people would talk about this perceived change in people. How things were getting busier, and people were forgetting their manners, and some were downright crazy. They were killing people for no reason, and hurting people. I heard this from old people ever since I was a kid. I imagine you have too.

What has changed in the last century is our population density. There were one or two people per some number of people each decade who went off the deep end, and went on a killing spree or some other heinous act. I am guessing that number has not changed over the decades as a ratio of the population. What has changed is our population density.

Now instead of maybe one or two people losing reality and committing horrible acts there are ten times that many people because overall there are ten times the number of people alive in America. Now whether ten times the people is accurate or not, I can not say, but you get the idea. there are more people, so there are more crazy people out there.

We went through it with serial killers in the eighties, when a number of them were caught in a short period of time. Today we  accept there may be as many as a few hundred active serial killers in America who may never be found and arrested, because we are such a mobile society traveling effortlessly across the country and back.

So it is with these people who are grabbing the headlines. Instant access to media, and media over hype has not helped the situation. Sort of like Teen Suicide. If one Teenager in a school commits suicide, it sets off a chain reaction if intervention is not swiftly introduced in the school. These days with instant media, when someone who has violent thoughts sees a news story about another person who committed a violent act, their thought becomes action. For a few, they can not resist the urge, and they carry out violent acts themselves, often not even realizing what they are doing.

Adding more fuel to the fire, the state of war has changed our Men and Woman who have served. Up until the Viet Nam war, each side was easily identified. Each army had uniforms that made them stand out from the general population. War was clean, you killed people in uniform, and people in uniform tried to kill you. There were no civilians, women, and children acting as snipers and human bombs. Since the era of Viet Nam war, the person you just helped may be the person who tries to kill you later in the day. That is the reality of modern war.

What this means is our American War Veterans are effected differently by what they experienced than any War Veterans before Viet Nam War. Our Viet Nam Vet’s saw terrible violence committed by Vietnamese people against Vietnamese people, against American Doctors and Nurses, Corpsman, and Soldiers who tried to do the right for people in need of so much. That has to twist the thinking processes of some people. Once they get home, a little more twisting and reality slips out the window. Pretty soon, a few of our Veterans in their minds, return to the wars they fought in. Only the clothing and look of the enemy has changed.

Back when Ronald Reagan was President, people who were mentally ill were kept safe at the public’s expense. In an effort to save the monies being spent to house, feed and medicate them, our constitutional rights were invoked. They had the right to be free to live there life unless it was clear they were a danger to society.

It is unknown how many mentally ill people were released to the streets, but when that occurred, the homeless population exploded. The definition of danger to society has slipped to a new low as budgets have become tighter over the decades since this change occurred. It has become all to easy to decide that a mentally ill person probably is not a real threat to the general public and they are released to their family, or the streets. Then they go over the edge, and people die as a result.

Our psyche is incredible. We are capable of so much. We are also fragile, and it is all to easy to lose that little something that makes us human. Lose that little something that separates reality from what is happening inside our head and twisted violence is all too often the result. Our brain doesn’t know the difference between what is real, and what is right or what is wrong, and what is not true. Reality or fantasy, it s all the same between our ears.

We have the option of paying more taxes and having the mentally ill with possible dangerous tendencies to be cared for in an institution. or we can leave them to their families, or leave them to their own devices. Leaving them the potentially dangerous mentally ill out on the streets means we need to accept the fact that the killing won’t stop any time soon. It always about the money.

Conditioned to Food

This is not something I am happy to write about, but it is an important topic: Bias by Long Term Saturation. Bias by Saturation is in the same category as hate. The unique thing about Bias Saturation is you and I are not even aware that we are being biased against something as a result of external influences. You and I do not know we have this bias that almost reaches levels of irrationality, because of outside influences over our lifetime change our acceptance irrational bias against something.

I was first aware of this when I was joined the military. Up until those weeks of basic training, the particular week of learning about racial bias, or whatever the current phrase is for it, I was not aware I had any racial bias. As I was forced to listen to these lectures, films, and readings on racism, I would have said I was not in the smallest part of me racially biased even though the Instructors said we all were biased. I did no believe them.

Yet, here I was sitting in these classes becoming angry about the material presented. I had to explore why I was angry. The reason I was angry surprised me. I was not angry over the facts, figures, and explanations of racial bias, I was angry that I was being forced to listen, and assimilate it into my being. Up until this moment, I thought I had equal feelings towards everyone. My emotions over this training suggested maybe I did not.

Throughout my life from the time I was old enough to decide who I was, I made a conscious decision to treat everyone equally. I thought I was immune to racism in all its forms that bombarded my life. Most of the people I knew were like me, and when I thought about other peoples around the earth, I thought I felt the same way about them too. I had to accept the possibility that maybe it was easier to be accepting from a distance, and not face to face.

At any rate, I got through it, and understood my shortcomings, and my strengths on bias’. Until recently I never gave it much thought. Until I started reading about Vegetarianism, Green Smoothies, and Raw Diets. For no obvious reason to me, I disliked those words. In fact I disliked them strongly. Vegetables by themselves were okay. I thought I was eating a lot of them as I usually eat fruit every day, and vegetables as often as they were around.

These words troubled me though: Vegetarian, Green Smoothie, Raw Diet. They were trigger words to me, bringing out emotions that did not belong to the words themselves. When I would think about them I could feel a sneer cross my face and an imaginary distaste in my mouth. I really had to think about this and why it was happening.

I have watched those eat anything television shows from around the world. People eating things most of us would not even touch, let alone taste. They did not bother me when I watched them eating those things. After all it is only odd and somewhat disagreeable food to us. Wherever they were filming, people ate those foods daily. They did not find food vendors who made food they couldn’t sell. So what was it about these other words that created such a response in me? I mean really, Vegetarian, Green Smoothie, Raw Food Diet?

I thought about everything I thought I knew about nutrition. Phrases such as: “Beef, its what’s for dinner.” “Milk, it makes a body strong.” “Where’s the beef?”, Pork, the other white meat, so on and so forth, one phrase after another flowed through my thoughts. The food pyramid was composed of a large block for meat, a large block for milk, and a few smaller blocks for fish other things. I was told in school as a kid we ate meat because we could not survive on vegetables alone.

As a kid, I asked about people in Asia who lived on a mostly vegetable diet. I was told, they eat fish and seafood. They were smaller and weaker than we Americans because their diet was so poor. I did not know there were people who only ate vegetables. That is how it has been ever since. Milk, beef, pork, chicken, and repeat. Every month or so, a different commercial about the same foods would be on television. Vegetables must be bad, that is the real message as vegetables are never mentioned. Even a famous fast food place had to back down and remove one of their commercials about someone bringing a vegetable tray to a party. What a message that was! The only people who eat vegetables are odd people, not normal people who eat, beef, pork, and chicken. Occasionally fish if it is fried and between slices of bread.

Now that I am drinking a Green Smoothie almost every day and have a better understanding of what foods I need to eat to be healthy, rather than what foods commercials think I should eat, I appreciate the power of long term biased commercials in the media.

The lonely vegetable. I also have greater appreciation for Vegetarians, and Raw Diets. I doubt I will ever end up eating as one, but I have accepted them into the fold of people like me. I do have anew appreciation for vegetables, now that I have done a little homework on the subject, after setting my bias aside.