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Dr Robert Crookall - More Astral projections

Case No. 370 - Miss Nora Pennington sent the writer [this account] of an experience … due to the shock of a fall.

"On the afternoon of Nov. 6, 1955, when bringing in a hod of coal, I slipped on some wet, fallen leaves. I remember letting go the coals in an unavailing attempt to save myself, then no more until I 'came to' and found myself unable to get up. I tried again and again, but the more I tried the weaker I became. I was lying face downwards on the concrete path behind a six-foot, thirty-year-old fence which separates my property from a public footpath and the oak side-gate was bolted. I was in a position in which I could not be seen.

I called for help twice but was not heard. I was wet, cold, dirty and sore and it was getting dark, or so it seemed. I think I lapsed into unconsciousness several times. At one time I seemed to be standing beside my body and I felt a sort of amused pity for the poor little thing down there. I tried to pick leaves from of my back but my fingers went through them. With a final flick of my fingers, I remarked, 'I don't seem to be getting anywhere with that.'

I noticed that I was wearing the same clothes, only clean, as my body was wearing.

Back in my body, I made another attempt to get up but it was impossible.

Next I found myself in an 'atmosphere' of the most lovely pale hyacinth-blue, with no discomfort, no sense of cold, but an indescribable sense of peace and happiness. A clear voice said,

'Think quickly: you have not much time. You may come over now or-(I broke in eagerly)-

'I'll come now! If this is death, it's too good to miss !'

 'But,' continued the voice, 'remember there is no return. Would no one be distressed at your going? what about Gladys?' (A friend).

I replied, 'Yes, she might'.

'Then get help quickly', the voice said. I felt somewhat amused at that because I had tried all I could without effect, but, hearing a step on the footpath, I called again. There was no reply and I thought, 'That’s that !' but a moment later an old man's face appeared looking at me from under the side of the gate (which clears the ground by seven and a half inches).

'Are you in trouble? 'he asked. I told him I had fallen and could not get up. He said that the gate was locked and he could not get in-had anyone a key? (No !)

Could a neighbour help? (Yes !)

Apparently I had lapsed into unconsciousness again. Next, from a standing position in the doorway of my kitchenette, I saw my neighbour. Pointing to my body on the ground, I said, 'I am glad to see you, Mr-'.

Of course, he did not hear me.  I knew nothing of his coming. (He told me a few days ago that he had climbed over the side-gate) I knew nothing more until I found myself sitting on a chair in the kitchen with his wife and the little old man present. I must have hit my head badly. It was six weeks before I could walk in a straight line.