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Contributed by Cupid on Friday, 17th November 2006 @ 01:17:19 PM in AEST
Topic: mystical

I let go.
So the time just came to me.
Or rather, I came to the time.
It may not make sense.
But my mind, worthless as it is in anyone, no longer buzzed and reeled with unnecessary thought.
For just a while, it was not cluttered.
I am grateful for that while.
Oh, spirits, hear me. I am grateful for the OOBE, though it may not have been a far journey.
I have yet a lot to learn.
I have yet to be the warrior that yearns to be unleashed from inside me.
I didn't travel very far, but hovered, just outside my body.
I felt and sensed my dissociation from the mortal body rather than knew it.
I knew it because I felt it.
If that makes any sense.
I looked into the blackness of closed eyes and it was an endless tunnel of dark.
With only brief flashes of light.
I lost concentration now and then, but quickly regained it.
And I stared back at the blackness of my own soul. The soul that will thrive from here on.
For the teachings of one love can be the first step I need to take into a larger world.
A world of pain and suffering.
But live in bliss and peacefulness.
No one can achieve that through knowledge though, but through experience. And a great teacher.
Like one love of mine.
I know, and I feel, and I sense, a difference already arising in me.
But to maintain that difference will take energy, and hard work, and another OOBE.
The short and long of it is that a method is at hand that need be preferred.
Joyous is the one who walks the path.
And indeed joyous will be the one who can begin to walk the path.
Into wakefulness.
And all of you who can unlock your own prison gates, joy I wish you.
I still have a bit to work on, but maybe another OOBE will help.
And another…
And another…
Until I am "awake" enough to walk the path myself.
Grateful, I am, for this gift of being able to change.
Grateful for any OOBE.

Copyright Â© Cupid ... [ 2006-11-17 13:17:19]
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Re: OOBE (User Rating: 1 )
by gribbs on Saturday, 17th November 2007 @ 02:46:52 AM AEST
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heightened levels of consciousness are a journey worth taking to experience inner talents...thanks for the ride...

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