Childhood NDE's: Flying to the Moon
I grew tired of being confined to the borders of the household. I would stand at the door and stick my invisible spirit head through the front door and look outside. One morning I awoke and ran to my Mom to ask permission to go outside and play in the yard. She couldn't wait to get me out the house some mornings. I told her I was asking to go out while I was awake. I was asking her if I could go outside while I was asleep.
I explained to her how I was slipping out of my sleeping body and roaming around house as silent as silent could be and sticking my head through the door but wanted to go outside to see what it was like at night. She started laughing and told me I was talking about a dream like the dream was real. I told her it was very real to me.
She told me,
"Son, as long as your body is laying down in that bed like it is supposed to be at night while your sleeping, if you want to build yourself a castle to play in - go right ahead. That is one area of life were your free to come and go and do as you please. As far as I am concerned if you want to fly to the moon in your dreams go right ahead with your Momma's blessing."
The next night I 'flew' through the door and was amazed how you could just pass right though it. I kept going back and forth through the door. I was laughing at how it was so easy to just pass through right to the other side without having to worry about it being locked from the inside. As it happened that night, there was a full moon. When I looked up and saw it - I wondered if it was possible to fly to the moon as my Mom had suggested.
It was much like when I was in the 'near death experience' trying to get a good look at my face. All I had to do was think I wanted to be closer to it and it would start to happen. I started thinking I wanted to see the surface of the moon close up and I took off flying through the air at a high rate of speed. I was laughing the whole way. I got to the surface and started exploring the vast emptiness. It was grey and wax like.
At one point I noticed I had company. Tiny orbs of light started showing up. There was chatter between them and they started directing their language at me. They were asking me what I was doing in this territory. I felt like I had been given permission. It was like I was trespassing on some old man's yard and stepping on his grass the way these 'things' were carrying on about it.
I got intimidated and frightened and thought of my Mom. I felt if anyone needed to get a scolding over the matter - it was her and not me.
I took off fly as fast as I could trying to 'think' that I wanted to be back in my own front yard again. I didn't think I could be in trouble with them if I was in my own front yard. They came after me full throttle and there was a race going on back to the blue globe of earth. I would be ahead and then they would race ahead of me and weave in front of my path as if to slow me down. I would just zoom right through them and gain distance and they would catch up to me again.
This went on until I reached my front yard. I looked up in the sky and it was like a fourth of July show. There were orbs of light flashing and flying all over the neighborhood sky. I got the impression they were telling me to stay away from their 'space' and 'territory.' There was a language being used in a telepathic sense that gave me inner understanding within.
When I woke up the next morning - I was confused about the language used but I got the jest of it to know I didn't have proper permission to enter into their 'fly zone.' I ran to my Mother and started scolding her.
"I thought you said I could fly the moon if I wanted and I would have your permission and blessing. I am here to tell you that your permission and blessing ain't no good there. I was chased off and told to stay away."
My Mom was laughing thinking the whole time it was nothing more than an entertaining dream. She said she needed a good laugh so she had me tell the story from start to finish and describe this 'orb' people who shinned and glowed and flew around like flying saucers and the night sky. When I was finished she asked where I got my imagination because she said,
"I would never think to dream up something like that in a million years. They way you tell it, you would think it actually happened to you. It is just a dream of fancy. Nothing more. Enjoy it like you would a cartoon of your own making."
Later in the afternoon my Mom called me to her and bent down to eye level with me. She asked how I had told my dream to other than her. I told her I had told anyone. She told me that the entire neighborhood was abuzz with gossip of flying saucers flying around over the tops of houses. She said,
"It woke up half the neighborhood when the dogs started barking. Where the dogs barking when you were in the front yard seeing and hearing these things? Why didn't you tell me about the dogs barking?"
I told her the dogs barked all the time. It was nothing new to me. She said half the neighborhood had seen the same thing I had seen. My Mom felt I had been sleep walking after hearing the dogs barking. She was standing before me trying to rationalize what could have happened from her perspective. She felt that the logical explanation was - I had been half awake and half asleep. Half of me was seeing what everyone else had seen and the other half was dreaming up an idea they were talking directly to me.
She told me to keep my dream to myself and not to allow the neighbors hear my story or they would go half cocked on the whole idea and think I was some sort of warlock riding around on a broom to the moon.
I asked if I could talk to my Dad about the 'trip to the moon.' I was told to especially keep it from him.