Childhood NDE's: Out of Body & Sleep
There was a period after my Mom had cleaned up where it was considered a secret. I was being told that if my Dad found out about the 'bloody' mess I had made of myself then I would be in trouble with him. I had been getting the 'first day' of school talk for months prior to attending my first class. I had gone through a period of adjustment and whined about having to leave home. I was being made to feel that what ever had happened to me was my fault and that he pain I was having to endure was my punishment. I couldn't figure out what I had done wrong to deserve the pain I was having to endure do the damage to my heart. (It was later discovered that the organ that had been damaged was the heart.)
At the time all I knew as the pain was coming from inside the center region of my chest. My Dad had scheduled a medical exam for a chest X-ray and nothing showed up. There was tension due to the fact that the examine had cost money just to turn up negative. My complaints had led to an unnecessary expense. I had siblings and they were told that there wouldn't be any 'treats' that month because they had to cut back on the budget to make up for my 'whining' about imaginary pains in my chest. I was being made to feel bad in an effort to teach me a lesson. Everyone thought I was trying to pull a childhood charade and get out of going to school. So - I learned to keep my attacks silent and hidden. I would crawl under the bed or hide in the closet when the 'broken glass' started churning inside my chest. I would usually have a few minutes of slow and dull pain before the heat was turned on inside of me.
I don't know how exactly I discovered it. It could be that I had an attack while I was laying down going to sleep or during my sleep. Getting outside of my body was a way to find physical relief from the sharp pains that were steadily increasing in my chest. I found that while asleep - I could control it. I experimented with it at first. There was a 'silver cord' attachment to my outer body and my inner body. That is how I eventually started identifying my spirit. The inner body. It would be like a duplicate of my child's body. Only it was invisible and could move through objects, doors, windows and material objects.
I would limited myself to staying in the house and roaming around playing. One night one of my parents woke up to go to the bathroom. I ran to them in an effort to explain myself. They walked right through me and I started laughing. I tested the ability out and tried to this parent. They ignored me for a while and then stopped, looked around with a strange look on their face. Then they proceeded to the bedroom to open the door and check in on my physical body sleeping in the bed. I was adding it up in my mind.
I woke up the next morning and confronted this parent with testimony of what I had witnessed while outside of my body. They were stunned. I was able to describe every move, expression and the fact that they had said something under their breath. I was asking for an explanation of what it was and how I was doing it. I had no mental comprehension of the process it took for me to get outside of my body while it was sleeping.
Unlike the 'near death experience' - as long as that cord was attached there was no rush or hurry to get any where or do anything. To me, it was relief from the pain. I kept my same 'mental mind' of understanding. There was a point where I was being 'guided' and 'instructed' to travel to a higher realm of frequency to get to what I consider a 'school' because their were other children leaving their sleeping bodies behind in bed and we were all learning on a different level of understanding. It was a part of what I came to call the 'no-time zone.' I could travel around in time and be a part of events going on in this world - but there was a line I would cross and a part of my spirit would evolve to a higher level similar to what I had experienced during the 'near death experience' when the heart had stopped beating. I had known without a 'doubt' that I had died. I didn't know what 'death' was or what it was about. I had been told by the 'three spirits' that my physical body had crossed the line of death and I had to cross back over it again in order to put life back into my body.
I was in first grade learning how to read and write in the human world. I found myself in a different realm learning about life and death. When I woke up in the morning - it would be hard for me to make sense of the teachings I felt I had been given. It was done in a different language. It was a pure language where there was no deception, misunderstanding or confusion about the 'information' being passed on to me.
My young child's mind wanted to learn the concept of what 'death' was in an effort to try and learn how to talk to my parents about what had taken place to put all the pain inside my chest.
That is what led to several episodes that caused a great deal of controversy in my household during that time period.