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Professor Ernest Bozzano Les phénomènes de bilocation Traduit de l’italien par Gabriel Gobron and translated further into English by Serge Patlavskiy

Case XV. - Ms. Nathalie Annenkof writes as follows:

"You asked me to write down the two cases of "getting out of my body" that I told you about. I will try to do this as accurately as possible.

The first case occurred 4 years ago. I didn't know then that it was possible, having no idea of these matters.

In the spring of 1926, on a very beautiful and hot day, I was sitting at the cemetery, on the edge of my little daughter's grave, whom I had just lost. I was depressed and sad, but healthy. I remember very well that as I looked at bees that were stocking their honey on the flowers I had just planted, I felt myself becoming light, then lighter and lighter physically and mentally. My first impression was that my legs and arms were no longer heavy, then my stomach, then my chest. And suddenly I was above and beside my body that I could see sitting on the edge of the grave. I was looking at my tired face. I even noticed that my coat was stained with dirt. And I had the feeling of floating above my body in complete bliss. I had the feeling of a great and luminous joy of living, as if I was living a thousand lives at a time, and of a complete peacefulness.

I couldn't move and didn't feel the need to. But I could see, understand and feel a sense of inner happiness. My body looked like a mess, like an abandoned thing. I thought, "It's death!" And yet I had the joy of life.

I saw the guard of the cemetery approaching my body, touching it, feeling it, calling me and running away. Then he told me that he had gone to get an ambulance, and that my hands and face were getting colder.

When I saw him leave, I realized that he thought I was dead and suddenly I was frightened. "It's death, I thought. How will my husband live without me?"

But I felt so alive that I said to myself, "I have to get back into my body. I was trying to get in and was afraid I couldn't do it.

I started by feeling the gravity, then the pain, the little discomforts to which we are so used to that we no longer notice them. Then came sadness and the desire to cry. I walked home.

Two weeks ago the same thing happened again. One evening, in bed, I was reading a cheerful book laughing alone at its amusing stupidities. Suddenly, I had the impression of leaving myself, and I saw my body lying down, handing it over, while I felt in the air quite happy, with a feeling of inner life, I looked at my body, I found it well and I said to myself: "It's a shame to die so young!" - I approached my lying body and tried to get in. I felt as soon as it absorbed me, like a sheet of blotting paper, or like a sponge absorbs water.

My husband rang the bell, I got up to open the door for him."

Thus ends Mrs. Annenkof's report.