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Journeys out of the body – Robert Monroe  

4/18/60 Morning

I lay down on the couch around ten, and started fractional relaxation [counting down]  The room was bright in morning daylight. Half-way through the second time around, the vibrations started.  After a moment of "tuning" (with my jaw), I opened my physical eyes to see if the vibrations would continue. They did. With physical eyes open, I decided to try and "lift out" to see what happened to my vision. The clock was in full view. My time orientation was normal, according to the second hand.

I was just about eight inches over the physical when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye.  Walking up beside my body was a human-appearing body (l could see only the lower half with my head in the position on its side, by turning my eyes to the right). It was nude, no clothes, and male. He seemed in size to be about ten years old, some three feet tall, thin legs, little pubic hair, undeveloped genitals.

Calmly, as if it were a daily occurrence - like a boy swinging onto his favourite horse – he swung a leg over my back and climbed on me. I could feel his legs around my waist, his small body pressed against my back. I was so completely surprised that it didn't occur to me to be afraid (perhaps his size had something to do with that) ! I waited rigidly, and by rolling my eyes to the right, I could see his right leg hanging over my body, less than two feet away. It looked like a perfectly normal ten-year-old boy's leg - I was still hovering just out of the physical, and cautiously wondered who and what this was. "He" seemed completely unaware that I knew of his presence, or if he was, he didn't care.

I felt that I didn't want to confront whoever he was in an environment where he was obviously more at home than l, so I retreated quickly back into my physical body, cut down the vibrations, and started to write these notes.

I don't know what it was. I realized that I simply didn't have the courage to turn around and get a good look at "him" (if I could have). It was certainly humanoid in form, but upon reflection, it didn't have the feeling of human intelligence. It (he) seemed more animal, or somewhere in between. I felt insulted at the complete assurance with which he came over and climbed on my back. He seemed confident that he would not be detected, perhaps through long association with humans to whom he was invisible.

lf it was a hallucination, that's very real imagining-in broad daylight, with the second hand of the clock sweeping, and with two senses reporting.