by K.L.M. Kathel © 1985
© 1997 by Cosmeta
This out of the body experience happened to me when I was very young. I was only about 11 years old at the time. We had recently moved into a new area and into our first home. The house itself was well over 50 years old and had been moved from its original location. I really don't know why this happened to me, but what I do know is that it has altered my life and set me on a path of enquirery. At first it was a search for simple answers but as I aged in years I realized that it was truly a search for God. What sets this experience apart, from any that I have ever read on the subject of out of body, is first my age and inexperience. I had no known illnesses, and indeed did not yet believe that spirit existed, let alone believe that I was a spirit. And so, many years later, I wrote down that experience, in the hopes that it can help others in their search for the truth.
(A Spontaneous Projection)
A Sea Of Glass
It was an experience, so personal, so unique that I have long treasured it within my soul. Celestial vision took place in my adolescence, I perhaps in my ninth or eleventh year. I was standing, fully awake and conscious, playing in my backyard. One moment I was standing, and the next, I was floating high above the rooftops. The skies had opened and I saw what appeared to be a world which had become a giant crystalline sea. It glowed and shimmered with an intensity unimaginable by any earthly mind. It was kind of like looking at a world made of glass, mirror-like and polished.
All that follows, the entire experience, was both spontaneous and simultaneous. Yet in order to write it down, I am compelled to break it up into groups of ideas. It did not happen this way, however. Now, I am not saying that I cannot explain it, Nor am I implying that what you are about to hear is unreal. No! what I mean to imply, is this. Unless you have had a similar experience for yourself, you will never in a million years be able to fathom the concepts that I write. They will be nothing more than mere words to you.
Frozen In Time
No mere astral projectionist was I. As I looked down, I saw my physical body, suspended, frozen in time. I was seeing, not in an astral body, but through it. My astral form gently hovered approximately one hundred and fifty feet above the ground. It had a cloudy, milkish-white appearance. The strangest thing of all was --- it had no feet; as if I were an amputee from the ankles downward. I had perfect vision, perfect hearing --- Perfect! The longer I stayed, the further and deeper I went, reaching out into limitless space and time. So that after awhile, neither space nor time existed; and neither did I have a body. I was 'Pure Mind'.
After breaking up into thousands upon thousands of points of lights, I began to see a man --- and more that a man. He was huge beyond belief --- just like a star constellation. He was galaxies upon galaxies away and yet so near I can still feel his presence. He was studded with silver stars and clad in white raiments. And his figure began to change; first becoming a nine year old boy, then a young but mature Grecian, then a middle aged man, then an old man, and finally an ancient man of three hundred years. Now this is very hard to explain to anyone who has not had this experience, so that I wish to stress to you, one thing. These were not different people, but the same being changing. And he spoke to me. I will never forget his answer to an inner question of mine, a kind of inner directive. "Follow the road," he said, "and when you get to the fork in the road, you will know the right way to go."
As I listened, to my Archangel, my man of wisdom, I could hear this beautiful celestial sound. It was like a choir of angels singing on the breath of a wind. An indescribable melody was it. It appeared to me to be all sounds rolled into one harmonious tone. It was the sound of planet earth. A sound that only a mystic knows. When I looked downward, I could see everything! --- into people's homes, into their minds, into their very souls. Whatever I thought of was magnified a hundred times fold. Nay, a thousand times fold. If I thought of a leaf, I saw all leaves. If I thought of a life, I saw all life. If I thought of a death, I saw all death. Such was the nature of this nirvanic experience.
Suddenly, I heard another voice, a softer feminine voice. Her position was in direct opposition to his. He pointed west, and she toward the eastern skies, while I faced inward at one hundred and eighty degrees to both. I have come to identify her voice only as my dear sweet Divine Lady. She said, that it was time to go back. "I don't want to go back, I like it here," I responded telepathically. "You are overstaying your time," said she. "You must go back." "But how? how? --- go back where?" I said, "I don't even know how I got here." "Besides, I don't want to go back, I like it here," I repeated. "Think," she said, "think of the ones you love." And I thought, but still nothing happened. "You must try harder," she commanded in her quiet melodious tone. "Concentrate." And I did!
Before my vision stood as dancing spectacles, every living soul on this planet, from the beginning of time till the end: babies, and life; and the culmination of age and disease, disaster and famine. It was all so beautiful! Each life, each happening, was enshrined in a tiny little caplet, especially coded and engraved with divine purpose. At the time, I called them bubbles. But now, now I know better. They were the points of light, and united they formed the crystalline sea. They are what Easterners call prana, and what Moses called manna. Christians call this same kind of spirit-life, the 'Bread of Life'. It is Spirit energy and the stuff that 'Mind' is made of.
Breaking away from that magnetic pull, was one of, if not thee most difficult thing I have ever had to do in my entire life. One does not refuse a request from a Lady in violet and silver. Concentrate I must, and concentrate I did; until finally an enormous overpowering feeling filled my being. The only way I can describe this to you is in these words: If I could have cried, I would have rained on the whole world. It was that powerful. And I thought, I must go back, for They are all my Children. Definitely, not an eleven year old's thought. It would not be until some twenty odd years later that I would finally come to the realization: I was hearing through Her Voice; feeling through Her heart; seeing through Her tears; and in that precise moment --- I WAS HER! Then, ever so slowly, I began to slip back into the conscious reality of this world. Realizing I had very little time left, I made one last agonizing cry, pleading with Her. "Please," I said, "I want to come back here, how do I get back? how do I get back?" --- "Just think of it," she said, "just wish it." It was enough. I was inside my body once more.
The entire episode could not have lasted more than a fraction of a second. Yet from the other side, it seemed more like twenty minutes. Could you imagine that, twenty minutes that spanned the millennium. And I sighed and thought, wow! someday I'm going to understand all that. Once I regained full wakeful consciousness I began to lose touch with all that I had just experienced. Except for random thoughts, it could not be retained. I was left with: Well now, Kathy, that is one hell of an imagination you have. It was over!
Never again would I be the same person, because deep down in my soul, I have never forgotten that experience. Little bits and pieces keep on floating back to the surface. It has never been complete. My search, my reality has always been to bring down to conscious recall as much of that experience as I possibly can. In a way, writing this essay is an attempt to help facilitate that lifelong process.