Tahir, Two Perspectives, One Reality

30/08/2011:

I went to bed at 1.40 am and had a series of vague dreams. I became lucid in the last one before waking up at 6.45 am. In this dream, I recall socialising with friends in a school environment. Lucidity manifested when I decided to use the toilet. I am not sure what caused this dream-induced phase entry, but, I suspect that the strangeness of the cubicle where I became self-aware had something to do with it.

I exited the cubicle and encountered a corridor. The surroundings reminded me of my former residence in Portugal. This made me wonder if the phase setup was partly created from memory. The phase displayed a dismal ambience and the air felt denser than water, or at least there was friction in its spatiality. Gravity kept me grounded and made me as slow as a walking aquanaut.

As the front door of the house was open, I walked out for the sake of exploration and came upon a flight of stairs illuminated by daylight coming from a huge stained glass window. I rubbed my hands against each other, in order to brighten up my surroundings, in vain. The environment would not change and I was apparently invisible as I could not see my hands despite having a vivid tactile sensation of rubbing them against each other.

Someone came up from behind and walked ahead of me. When I looked up to see who it was, I made out a character quite similar to Tahir, a former schoolmate of mine. Although the phase version of Tahir seemed to have a life of his own, I was not acknowledged by him in any way. He simply went downstairs, faster than I possibly could, and trying to catch up to him only frustrated me and made me wonder why my motion was so restricted. I looked on as the phase inhabitant walked out of the building and out of sight. I gradually returned to wakefulness and got up to use the toilet.

A few minutes later, I went back to bed in order to re-enter the phase. In my relaxation, it didn’t take long for a pulsatile hiss to ensue in my head. In order to separate from the body, I swiftly sat up and grasped the wall bend to pull myself out. I felt heavy as I bent over backwards to escape the perceived magnetism of the bed location where I had been lying. At one point, during my struggle, I wondered if I was really awake and trying to balance myself in a groggy state.

I finally managed to stand away from the bed and had more time to focus on the slightly misty vision of what appeared to be my bedroom. I had tactile perception of my hands but no visual confirmation just as before. For a fraction of a second, however, there had been a transparent flicker of something. A foul (an accidental or undesired exit from the phase), to adopt Michael Raduga’s terminology in “School of Out-of-Body Travel”, occurred and I felt uncomfortable lying in bed. After tossing and turning a few times, I finally settled on a position facing my sleeping wife.

I felt primed to return to the phase, and, in less than a minute, my head hissed rhythmically and my body tingled. Separation is a struggle again but I managed to reach the wall bend and extracted my legs out. I could only see through my left eye as the right one felt droopy and my fingers felt massive sagging eyelids. I could hear the song “Pet” by the band A Perfect Circle as I strived to move forward and towards the hallway. Come to think of it, I had been listening to that song repeatedly while I exercised yesterday.

I could feel the walls but did not see my hands touching them. I shifted sluggishly in phase space as a force seemed to counteract my every move. As I stood by the bedroom door and peered at the hallway, I noticed that the walls were lapis blue when in reality they are light green. The house interior looked a little molten and wrecked. It was as if the place had been vandalised. The banister was missing and there seemed to be debris everywhere. Not far from where I was, a giant lump of white mass blocked the way and impeded my view of where a mirror should be. The hallway seemed stretched or extended beyond the white heap and more debris could be seen. Beams of light oozed from gaps in the ceiling and almost gave the impression that the abode had been left in ruins by a storm.

I pressed forward towards the white heap in front of me and was confronted by two choices. I could either jump over melted debris on my left to land on the stairs and continue exploring, or, I could try to reach a black door to my right (where the bathroom would have been in reality). I noticed that the floor was weird because it wasn’t flat and felt bumpy. I saw two downward steps in front of the black door which was slightly lower than the floor level anyway.

An abrupt foul occurred but vision of that environment was retained. I could feel myself lying in bed, and yet, the molten hallway scenario was visible. The music faded as I came to an astonishing realisation. The droopy right eye in the phase was my physical eye pressed against the pillow. Slowly things started to make sense as the waking state took over. The strange mass blocking the way in the phase, turned out to be Stacey’s arm partially illuminated by daylight oozing from the blinds. The contours of the covers and its many folds also reinforced the optical illusion of another reality which was increasingly becoming less apparent. The mysterious black door to my right, in the phase state, was nothing but a dark gap between two pillows on which my wife’s head rested.

Had I been sleeping with my eyes partially open and receiving visual input from the waking world? Did this visual input stimulate my imagination (which was active in the phase state)? Was this type of phase unusually closer to the waking state? Is this the phenomenon that confuses people and makes them believe that such things as remote viewing and Locale I projections (separation into the physical realm) are possible?

Pressure in my head was felt just like the other times when I had brief experiences which almost convinced me that I had separated from the body and perambulated as a floating point of consciousness in reality and not in the phase space. As this experience strongly suggests, the mind can play tricks on you and make you believe in all sorts of fantasies. The mystical halo of OOBEs slowly fades the more we explore this phenomenon and the dawn of a new scientific era emerges.