This is the last in a string of OBE’s I had this morning. I am starting with the last because it is most vivid in my mind.

OBE: Planted Heads

The last OBE of the morning began with me coming out of my old bedroom at my Mom’s house. I was talking with someone as I flew out the door and into the living area. There I saw my middle son dressed and smiling at me. I knocked him down and threw food all over him from a tray of food that suddenly appeared in my hand. I smeared the food all over him, most of which was refried beans, and yelled, “Food fight!”. I tossed some in the air as well and was smiling and laughing. When my son just lay there, I stopped and lost interest, heading toward the front door.

The room was dark as I headed to the door and I said aloud, “It is going to be light outside”. I repeated this as I opened the door.

I saw a tiny sliver of light open up and expand in front of my eyes and there was the front yard in full daylight. I immediately went out into it and surveyed the scene.

The sky was dotted with cirrus and cumulus clouds but it looked painted and unreal. There was no depth to the sky and it was a very unnatural vibrant blue. The grass was similarly a vibrant green but somewhat painted looking.

Then I noticed something very odd. There were two human heads poking up out of the ground. They were men’s heads but I didn’t recognize them. They looked at me and I thought, “They are dead” and “They are growing like flowers”. That is when the heads turned into clusters of tiny yellow flowers. Every time I looked at them they shifted between head and flowers.

There was someone with me still – a young girl I think – and I said to her, “I want to fly”. I began to lift up into the unnatural looking sky and I looked down and saw my middle son was there as well. I had trouble getting up very high but kept willing myself up. “I want to go into space. I want to see the Earth again. This time I won’t be scared, I promise”. I seemed to be trying to convince myself of this.

I saw my son standing below me looking up and I said, “Come with me!” I pulled on his hand but he felt like a lead weight and I could not budge as long as I held his hand, so I let it go.

Then, I felt the familiar pull upward and saw the sky moving past me, this time looking very real. I felt the air hitting me and smiled, thinking I was finally going to get to go up. Unfortunately, the movement stopped suddenly and I felt an odd feeling that is hard to describe. It was like I was being told, “No”, but there was more to it. I felt like something was really wrong. What was wrong?

Afterwards

I came back into my body feeling very displeased about the whole experience, the still-strange feeling haunting me. I can’t seem to shake it. It came with the thought that all the OBEs I had were “not real” – that all of what I had gone through was a purposeful distraction from this life. There was a huge distaste for all of it – all the spiritual experiences, the OBEs and other strange phenomenon.

Honestly, I still feel it strongly. It is like I am focusing on the wrong thing. I almost want to say that all that is ascension-related is a purposeful “show” put on by those who do not want us to “see” what is really going on. It is like a red warning sign is flashing in front of me saying, “Do not let that which is fascinating and mysterious blind you, for that is its ultimate purpose”. The mystery is a lure, a trap of sorts. At least that is what the feeling is telling me. But why? I feel suddenly very ill from the thought of it.