Discussion of the out-of-first-body state as it relates to memory.




k = the writer of the discussion.
t = unknown thought forms, thoughts asking questions.


k.
I knew I'd woken up in the second body.   I knew I was prone, suspended in the air.   It was kind of like I was flying.   My stomach was underneath me.   My arms were stretched out, fingers pointing in front.   My head and neck were bent upwards so that the view was looking up over my arms.   I also had a different experience of weight.   You could say the feeling was lighter than my physical body, but that doesn't describe it accurately.   I cannot describe it accurately.

Perhaps you can explain to me why I couldn't recall where I was?   I was no way in a panic state.

  
t.
You did try to remember where you were didn't you?
  
k.
Yes I did.   Very intently.   For some reason there didn't seem to be any way I could connect to my memory.   It felt as if I kept trying to access a part of me that was no longer available.   As if whatever neural pathways I had to my memory, had terminated at a certain point.   A good way to describe the feeling, at least for me, is to think of a computer trying to access data.   The data the computer is looking for is no longer connected-say that part of the hard drive is blocked, or missing-and the computer keeps trying, but it's data circuits end without the knowledge being extracted, and it keeps returning with nothing.
  
t.
You say you were out of your body, suspended in the air.   What could you see?
  
k.
It was obvious I was in some kind of enclosed area.   It was painted white.   I knew it was painted because when I touched the paint I could feel the small bumps.   There wasn't much light, but what light there was seemed to come from me.   My arms had a soft metallic shine, a glow that came off them.   It gave enough light that I could see I was enclosed.   As I would touch each side of the enclosure I would meet with solid resistance.   I would press each side of the enclosure and it felt like wood.
  
t.What did you see below you?
  
k.
I would not look downwards.   Even though I knew I was suspended, and there was space underneath me, my head always looked upwards.   For some reason I didn't look downwards.
  
t.
Do you think you were afraid of looking down?
  
k.
It's interesting, because I don't recall having a fear of looking down.   I just don't recall even thinking about it.
  
t.
Why do you think that is?   Do you think you might have had an intuitive sense not to look down?   Perhaps you were afraid of seeing what was below?
  
k.
It's very possible that I did.   As I said I don't recall even thinking of looking down.   The idea never seemed to come into my head.   I do recall having a sense of space below, but it was more an intuitive sense   I knew I was suspended, flying in a weightless condition in the air, and that in the enclosed space I couldn't move very much.   That the enclosure was preventing me from going anywhere.   Yes, there was some sort of knowing of lots of space below me.   Strange now I think of it that I didn't move my head to look down.   It's perhaps because I didn't want to do that.   My head constantly remained looking upwards.
  
t.
Can you describe the box?   Can you describe what you did once you realized you were trapped?
  
k.
I continued touching the four walls.   I didn't think I was in a coffin, but after a time I wondered what I was going to do.   I couldn't imagine in any way where I was.
  
t.Nothing was familiar to you?
  
k.
Nothing at all.   What I could see, what I was looking at, was solid wood.   I'd no idea why I was staring at white painted wood.   Everything was completely unfamiliar.
  
t.
Did you at any time think of trying to go through the wood?   You were aware weren't you that you were out in the second body?
  
k.
That is true.   I had that knowledge.   I knew that I'd been trying to separate into my second body for a long time and that somehow this had happened.   Even the idea of not being able to get through the wood seemed strange.   There were brief thoughts where I asked myself why I couldn't get through the wood, but these were superceded by the overwhelming desire to know the place I found myself, and I couldn't access that.
  
t.What did you do then?
  
k.
It seemed like the only way I could get out of the enclosure was to return back to my physical body.   I could say it wasn't really a conscious decision, but it was.   The intuitive sense was clear — that this is what I was going to have to do.
  
t.What happened then?
  
k.
Then I felt everything going dark.   Everything went black and for what seemed like a few seconds I remained in this black kind of void.   Then I woke up, staring through my physical eyes.   I remember thinking, "Oh, that's what it's like to return into the physical body."
  
t.
Why do you think you couldn't recall where you were?   Why couldn't you remember that you had come to a place to get out of your body, and that you were in a unit set up for you to sleep.
  
k.
Well, the cubicle I was sleeping in was kind of like a ship's berth.   There was a curtain on one side for you to get into the bed, the rest was enclosed.   I'm the type of person who never really looks at things around me.   Even though I'd slept in the cubicle for four nights, I'd never looked above me, not enough to store the memory, not as any memory of significance.   I'm sure I'd looked up many times, but I'd never really looked, if you know what I mean.   I didn't think about the white paint on the wood for instance.   There was no conscious knowledge of any kind of detail of what above me looked like.
  
t.
Do you think that was why you couldn't recall where you where?   You said you couldn't remember you'd been sleeping in a strange environment for four nights?   If you had remembered that fact, you might surely have triggered a recall or where you where?
  
k.
You would think so wouldn't you.   I should have been able to remember where I was.   That had nothing to do with noticing details of the space above me.   When I was out in the second body, I was out long enough to give myself time to remember where I was.   I kept trying, but I couldn't access that data.   Nothing came through.

Maybe...   I'm wondering if some part of memory doesn't come with the second body.   Perhaps some memory stays with the physical body.

  
t.
Do you recall having any intuitive sense of where you were?
  
k.
All I had was an intuitive sense there was space underneath me.   I also had a knowing that everything was fine, that I was okay.   Except that I didn't want to look down.   If I had any sense of wanting to look down, it came from some kind of prompting, something that came into my mind like a whisper you know, a whisper that I could look downwards.   For whatever reason I ignored that prompting.
  
t.Why do you think that was?
  
k.
I don't know.   Perhaps I was subconsciously afraid to look down.   That seems funny doesn't it, being in the second body and still being ruled by subconscious fears.   I wonder if I was afraid because I knew I would see my physical body lying on a bed down there.   Perhaps my subconscious was telling me I'd get the shock of my life if I looked down.   It's probably true.   I would have been shocked to see my physical body sleeping.   I'm not sure how I would have handled that.   You would think knowing I was above my human body would have triggered a memory of where I was, but it didn't.   That itself is strange.
  
t.
Do you think memory in the second body is stored in a different way to memory in the physical body?
  
k.
That may be the answer.   I wonder if you have to access second body memory through the intuitive sense, and not through linear logic, through human type reasoning.   I wonder if that's it?
  
t.
Do you think that you can access everything you've stored in the brain through the intuitive sense?
  
k.
I don't know.   If details are recorded in a different way in the second body memory to how it is in the brain, then you have to store details in a different way, in a non-brain way.   That is if you want to recall details-like where your physical body is-when you are exploring out in your second body.   There was no familiarity, no emotional connection to where I found myself; all I could see was white painted wood.   Because of this I couldn't trace any connection back to where I'd spent the last few days.



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