I rarely write about personal experiences more peripheral to the healing and awakening process. But I realize that it can be helpful to share a few short stories now and then. At least, it may
Out-of-body experiences are relatively well known and perhaps not that rare. My
When I grew up, I had a clear memory from when I was an infant. It was a sunny and cool day. I saw my parents and brother walking along the sidewalk to our house, and me in a pram. I saw them walk up the gravel road to the house. I saw something big and rectangular in front of the house. All of this was seen from a birds-eye perspective, perhaps 20-30 meters up (today I would say it was like a drone video). Floating around, I saw the living room, empty apart from a few things on the floor. I saw the very memorable (aka ugly) wallpaper in the main bedroom.
In my late teens, I finally asked my parents about this. It seemed like a clear memory but I also knew that we are not supposed to have memories from this early in life. I gave them the details, and it turned out that everything was accurate. It was in the spring and I was 4-5 months old, and they had walked to the house I grew up in from their previous house. The big white rectangle in front of the house was the moving van. The wallpaper had been in the main bedroom, and they painted over it almost immediately.
I wonder if I remembered it so clearly because I was out of