congrats to me. starting a new book. not sure what to call it yet, but is based on meeting obe the same person over a 25 year span, a little like Monroe met his Inspec. only this is more like a love story,  it's non fiction.
I just started it and I have 10 pages already. the recent development of being able to hold a conversation with my ahh, boyfriend, is what is exciting me. finally! a two way conversation I actually remembered! haha!  heres exerpts from the 10 pages wanted to share just for the heck of it.
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we had bonafide conversation exchanges; a first for me, therefore a landmark obe/stark-lucid dream.
I’m on a mission to discover and write about:
A) Love B) Sex C) Out of Body experiences in relation to belief systems. Scientifically if possible. A love scientist as it were.
He was lying to my back at my first awareness. A body was there in my bed. My first lucid thought was “it’s him.”
Feeling his gentle love I reached for his hand. We squeeze with the hands. My first words were “You shouldn’t be here.”  I get no response to that. I don’t know why I said that to him unless part of me is thinking here I am again, fantasizing and I need to get a real life. He knows enough not to respond to those words and by not responding, he gives me a homework assignment I’ll do willingly.
He always did love me more than he loved himself. That was always supremely bugging also. But on the other hand it was supremely pleasant although too mind boggling to consider for more than a moment or two. I’m mental but I emote like a steam engine. I hate talking about myself but guides say this is my path, deal with it.

Interestingly, after I dispose of my shock that he should be so bold to lie here next to me, I ask him does he astral travel? A stupid question I realize, as he’s here right in front of me and I know the answer before I ask.
He utters only the word “yes.” He is still emitting tender love vibes in my direction. He is really toning himself down for me it seems.
I think delightfully I should be so lucky to love one who takes the same flight patterns as I.
My bringing up the subject of astral travel caused him to tell me a brief story of an actress he knew who spoke of her astral journeys and it made her a bit looney. I guess she had gone off the deep end. I filed that info away somewhere in a drawer knowing whatever happened with me, it was too late to turn back to whatever normal was.
The man beside me is soft spoken which belies his self expression in the public eye, where he appears as hard rather than soft. He appears completely opposite to what my previous impressions were of him. He embraces me lovingly without touching me physically. He seems to rest in my aura peacefully. I’m still a little confused while he is not. It is like the afterglow of sex that has not taken place, therefore there’s no need for sex as it’s intention is fulfilled already.
This feeling is what I always wanted. A sense of completion in the soul that goes into eternity with you as a part of your expression. I don’t know if I can accept it so I relax into wonder, the next best thing. If I close myself off to the experience with doubt, I will not know what love is.
Next my daughter walked over to the bed chattering still and I interrupted her to ask “don’t you see my visitor?” He lays right there, and I pointed. She looked and saw him not. I said touch him. You will see he’s there. She did, and she felt his shoulder and got a surprised, even shocked look on her face and she smiled  while I laughed. She now knew he was there even if invisible. We stood up sometime during all this action and I thought thoughts during my dream which I did not express and I am not certain whether these thoughts originated from his mind or from mine.

Holding hands was quite sufficient and he knew this. We had already done several merges of spirit Out There. Naturally, one doesn’t forget merges. It’s not like sex at all, maybe an exchange of sorts, but certainly too sublime to call it a sex act and it’s done with another type of body, a more fluid body without definition of form or gravity. I’d always thought sex was sacred and set out to prove it early on, that it was related to love. I had failed miserably to prove it was related. I had gone in search of god’s love then. I now knew what love was; I had promised boyfriend in the 80’s I would report back to him on this subject. I was now in the act of keeping my promise to him. This is my report.
By now it was morning. He wanted to know what time it was as he had to be somewhere. We found it was 8am. He pulled out his cellphone to call someone on business. The three of us slipped into focus 15 which is the bridge to our true non/physical home, known simply as the afterlife in some circles. It is also a region of non/linear time circumstance, where the future can be observed. Boyfriend was tagging along he said and I welcomed his presence. He meant he would be in my mind, surfacing through my days of C1 consciousness, waking mind. That was not a revelation, as he was constantly there anyway since our most recent merge, and it was sometimes bugging me, as I fought between the idea of what was real and what was sheer tomfoolery. What was real was love I felt. My thoughts all seemed worthless to begin doubting it was real. I always had to throw myself at the feet of the god I trusted while I proceeded on this mysterious journey of why he was always in my head and whether he should be there.
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and dear friends the adventure does continue...will let you know what happens next, but I have to pull out all my notes I've saved of these obes to place in some sort of orderly fashion. there may be a hidden map in them.

thanks Blink for your post. I just realized we all love to receive responses which can spur us on to more thought..and discovery of these areas of the mind and spirit which are under such skeptical consideration for the most part.

then I realized what a rough draft I have there but thats ok too. no need to rush anything. I just got inspired from your words because instead of asking myself all the time about the reality of these experiences, explorations, etc. instead, I can report the benefits personally, and by focusing on the benefits, perhaps of contemplation itself, that will be sufficient and may even be helpful in it's way to others who may be struggling with what reality is, and how we manifest our intentions in this world.

then I could call it the benefits of Obe. Or the benefits of Self Creation.or..or...

most noticibly you hit the nail on the head, a sense of completion I acquired after writing my first book, but I saw that was a feeling or sense which began in the 80's after reading ACIM. it was a gathering of momentum those many years.
we would all like to have the sense of completion.
I'd like to make some sort of map that I've followed and still following as concerning these obes, the way Monroe and Bruce gave us their own maps.
but the deciphering and code study goes on..as a friend says the adventure continues.

the benefits to this particular obe is a calm. a knowing..and a dedication to look deeper to see exactly how we do manifest an obe from our conscious C1 mind.

and thats only the start. the problem with some of our tellings, is that emotion is not recognized as science, it's not verifiable by another as fact, as we don't share a feeling, yet love, or PUL is more than a feeling. It's an energy in the universe as you say, it's all around in the most suprising places, because sometimes we are focused in the other direction of doubt and skepticism, so naturally thats what we see when we come out of one of these obes or altered states we could call them.

hey, I'm going to concentrate on the benefits...you get my point I think! lol.

its hard to be elequently mastering language, but easy to be inspired...
thanks again for coming to this board Blink.

Rob Calkins wrote on May 22^nd, 2007 at 10:08am:



oh, don't worry, have some tea and crumpets, ok?   seems like I have to gather steam for this one