Terri Lyn
Senior Member
My first Out of Body experience was when I was in upper elementary school. I went to Hilton Head with my mom. We dropped my little sister off in Georgia (USA), so she could spend time with her best friend that had moved away. Mom bought me a canvas raft, red on one side blue on the other with a rope around the edges. Mom was laying on the beach watching me ride the waves in. Of course, the wave she did not watch me on was the wave that took me under. A wave knocked me off the raft. The power of the wave or rip tide was holding me down. I was thinking of people surfing and how the rope was tied to their ankles so they could find “up” and be found. I reached up and grabbed the rope as I was forced to the sea floor. I could not get up, I tried. As I sat there, I found myself breathing. I was thinking you can’t breathe under water. Then I could see myself sitting Indian style on the ocean floor breathing telling myself I am fine. Looking down upon myself, I still wondered how I could breathe underwater- it was really cool. I was very calm and it was quiet. I could see that I was OK. Then all of a sudden it was really noisy the waves were rumbling and something told me to get up, so I did. I ran to mom to tell her what had just happened. She said I need to let my dad know when we got home. We stopped back to pick up my sister and I got home and told my Dad about my experience and he said try to do it again “Right Dad I’ll do that”! LOL. I could not. Apparently, it was a way that I dealt with fear.
Uncle Kendal: It was towards the end of one of my college years and finals were coming, as well as Christmas break. My Aunt & Uncle, from IN, usually came down between Thanksgiving & Christmas and stayed in my room a couple weeks while they visited. This particular year my Uncle died. I could not go to his funeral because of finals. I loved him and really wanted to go but could not. One evening, a day or two after I got home from Christmas break, Kendall’s presence was very strong. It kind of scared me. Then I thought, I can’t change clothes in my room, Kendall will see me. So, I changed in my closet or in the bathroom. He stayed for about 3 days. I asked my mom if she felt him. (She has had visits from the deceased on several occasions); She said no. I told her he was really strong in my room. She even went in my room but never did not sense him there. The feeling transmitted between my uncle & I were of him telling me it was OK that I could not make it. That he understood I had to take my finals and thanked me for allowing them to stay in my room all those years when they came to visit. He lingered for several days then was gone. He must have liked my room. I could open my bedroom window and hear the creek babble at times. It was very calming.
Most of my experiences are based out of my “dream state”
I had a recurring dream for years, even before I was married. I would see a little boy. We would be around the water, on a dock. Then there were two more kids, very close in age, a little girl and a little boy. The older boy would then start fading away (around the age of 10) There would only be those other two kids left. Then there would faintly be an even younger child. He would come & go, fade in and out and always in the distant. Something was wrong with him. I told my husband, when we conceived Derek, that he would be a little boy. We were in Lamaze classes and all I could see was a dead child. Sure enough, we had a little stillborn son. Hence the 10-yr. old boy who fades out of my dreams. I told my husband that our next child would be a girl and the next one would be a boy. He didn’t believe me until I proved myself right. I never told him about the 4th child for I knew if something was wrong with that child my husband would not be able to deal with it and I wanted my children to grow up with a father. After Derek died, 13 months later we had a daughter and 17 months later a son. Hence the two children close in age. When it came time to decide if one more was going to be. I elected no, for I did not want a broken family. We had lost one child and I did not want to lose a husband. Hence the distant boy that faded in and out?
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My husband & I were in bed one morning and the phone rang. Before we answered the phone, I told him that someone had died. I saw my grandfather. We had two sick grandparents his & mine. It was my grandfather. I told him to prepare himself because his grandmother was going to die this week. Later that day his mom drove to Tenn. to be with her, for she had turned for the worse. She passed a few days later.
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Uncle Kendal: It was towards the end of one of my college years and finals were coming, as well as Christmas break. My Aunt & Uncle, from IN, usually came down between Thanksgiving & Christmas and stayed in my room a couple weeks while they visited. This particular year my Uncle died. I could not go to his funeral because of finals. I loved him and really wanted to go but could not. One evening, a day or two after I got home from Christmas break, Kendall’s presence was very strong. It kind of scared me. Then I thought, I can’t change clothes in my room, Kendall will see me. So, I changed in my closet or in the bathroom. He stayed for about 3 days. I asked my mom if she felt him. (She has had visits from the deceased on several occasions); She said no. I told her he was really strong in my room. She even went in my room but never did not sense him there. The feeling transmitted between my uncle & I were of him telling me it was OK that I could not make it. That he understood I had to take my finals and thanked me for allowing them to stay in my room all those years when they came to visit. He lingered for several days then was gone. He must have liked my room. I could open my bedroom window and hear the creek babble at times. It was very calming.
Most of my experiences are based out of my “dream state”
I had a recurring dream for years, even before I was married. I would see a little boy. We would be around the water, on a dock. Then there were two more kids, very close in age, a little girl and a little boy. The older boy would then start fading away (around the age of 10) There would only be those other two kids left. Then there would faintly be an even younger child. He would come & go, fade in and out and always in the distant. Something was wrong with him. I told my husband, when we conceived Derek, that he would be a little boy. We were in Lamaze classes and all I could see was a dead child. Sure enough, we had a little stillborn son. Hence the 10-yr. old boy who fades out of my dreams. I told my husband that our next child would be a girl and the next one would be a boy. He didn’t believe me until I proved myself right. I never told him about the 4th child for I knew if something was wrong with that child my husband would not be able to deal with it and I wanted my children to grow up with a father. After Derek died, 13 months later we had a daughter and 17 months later a son. Hence the two children close in age. When it came time to decide if one more was going to be. I elected no, for I did not want a broken family. We had lost one child and I did not want to lose a husband. Hence the distant boy that faded in and out?
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My husband & I were in bed one morning and the phone rang. Before we answered the phone, I told him that someone had died. I saw my grandfather. We had two sick grandparents his & mine. It was my grandfather. I told him to prepare himself because his grandmother was going to die this week. Later that day his mom drove to Tenn. to be with her, for she had turned for the worse. She passed a few days later.
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