Fox, Oliver - Revelling in the beauty of an OBE
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
A Record of Out of the Body Experiences – Oliver Fox
I dreamed that I was walking by the water on the western shore. It was morning; the sky was a light blue; the foam flecked waves were greenish in the sunshine. I forget just how it happened, but something told me that I was dreaming. Perhaps I walked through a telegraph pole, or became aware that my body had no weight. I decided to prolong the dream and continued my walk, the scenery now appearing extraordinarily vivid and clear.
Very soon my body began to draw me back. I experienced dual consciousness; I could feel myself lying in the bed and walking by the sea at one and the same time. Moreover, I could dimly see the objects in my bedroom, as well as the dream scenery. I willed to continue dreaming. A battle ensued, now my bedroom became clearly visible and the shore scene dim; then my bedroom would become indistinct and the shore scene brighter. My will triumphed. I lost the sense of dual consciousness. My bedroom faded altogether from my vision and I was out on the shore, feeling indescribably free and elated.
Soon my body began to call again and at the same time I became aware of a sharp, neuralgic pain in my forehead (not my physical forehead) and the top of my head. As I willed to continue dreaming, this pain increased in intensity; but this time there was no dual consciousness, or alternating clearness of bedroom and shore – the bedroom was not visible. I fought against my body by steadily willing to remain in the Dream world. The pain in my forehead gradually increased, reached a maximum, and then, to my delight, suddenly ceased. As the pain vanished, something seemed to ‘click’ in my brain. I had won the battle. My body pulled no longer and I was free.
I continued my walk, revelling in the beauty of the morning and my sense of freedom. I encountered no one, which was not surprising, for few people passed that way early in the day. How long elapsed I cannot say; time is a most perplexing thing in the Dream World; but presently it occurred to me that I ought to be getting back to my body. I had to be at college by 9 o’clock and I had no idea what the actual earth time was, except that it was probably morning. I therefore willed to end the dream and to awake. To my great surprise nothing happened. It was as though a man actually wide awake willed to awake. It seemed to me that I could not be more awake than I was. My reason told me that the apparently solid shore and sunlit waves were not the physical land and sea; that my body was lying in bed, half a mile away at Forest View; but I could not feel the truth of this. I seemed to be completely severed from that physical body.
At this point I became aware of a man and a boy approaching. As they passed me they were talking together; they did not seem to see me, but I was not quite sure. A little later, however, when I met another man and asked him the time, he took no notice and was evidently unaware of my presence. And then I wondered if I was ‘dead’. Worse still, if I was in danger of suffering premature burial! What was the real time – the actual time on earth? How long had this dream lasted?
I began to feel terribly lonely. The experience was quite new to me; always before I had been able to wake when I cared to will it – indeed, the trouble had been that I woke too easily. Now I was afraid, and it was difficult to keep control and not give way to panic. Desperately I willed to wake – again and again, until a climax was reached. Something seemed to snap. Again I had that queer sensation of a click within my brain.
I was awake now, yes, but completely paralysed! I could not open my eyes. I could not speak. I could not move a muscle. I had a slight sense of daylight shining through my eyelids, and I could distinctly hear the clock ticking and my grandfather moving about in the adjoining room. Now although my position was sufficiently unpleasant, I did not feel as frightened as I had before. It seemed to me imperative that I should remain as calm as possible. To this end I mentally repeated the Binomial Theorem and several other mathematical formulae. I then concentrated on willing my body to move as a whole. The result was an absolute failure. I was feeling more frightened now, but I managed to keep fairly calm. Then I had an inspiration; I would devote all my mental energy to raising just my little finger. I succeeded. The third and middle fingers followed. I then was able to move my whole hand – the right one. Then I managed to raise my arm above my head and to grip the bed rail. I was still blind, and the rest of my body seemed made of iron. Willing steadily to rise, I tugged and tugged at the bed rail. At first without success and then quite suddenly the trance was broken…
Joyfully I sprang out of bed, then staggered and had to lean against the post. For a few moments I was a prey to deathly sickness and feared that I would faint, but I speedily recovered. It was 8 o’clock, so I had to hurry to get to college in time. I felt rather unwell and very depressed for the rest of the day, though not seriously inconvenienced. About 3 days passed before I regained my normal health and spirits.