Out of Body Experience, by Morpheus

Chapter 1
Out of Body Experience, Part 1

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Chapter Description: By Morpheus

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By Morpheus

Well I never thought that I would ever get to experience what I am going through right now. There was never even the remotest possibility that I could ever be in the situation that you see me in today as I grew up with all the dreams of a typically healthy young man.

My junior years consisted almost entirely of me wanting to be the best footballer on the planet and my teenage years of wanting to be the worlds hottest rock star. I wanted to be lusted after by young girls, idolised by young males - I wanted it all as I practised into my mirror with a tennis racquet acting as a pseudo guitar.

Two things prevented me from realising these dreams; the first was that I was an absolutely abysmal sportsman, the second was that I was completely tone deaf!

Neither of these facts altered the talents that I kept so well hidden from the world, hidden within the realms of my fantasies. In my own mind I would see myself running with the ball to clinch that vital touchdown, clinching victory in the last few seconds. To that inner realm within my deeper self I would feel my fingers flying across the frets as I completed the last few bars of the killer solo in my phenomenally successful cover version of Led Zeppelin’s ’The Immigrant Song’.

The lack of achieving these childhood ambitions did not stunt my personal development though, as I matured through my late teens and moved into my early twenties with all the pragmatic enthusiasm of one of life’s great optimists.

I know that all this would be hard for you to believe, when you see me today like this, but you must understand that it’s not like I’m complaining or anything. I would not trade this moment that we’re sharing for anything that I’ve either dreamed of or experienced, even though the personal cost has been high - both to me and to my family. It’s just that I have a real, and overwhelming, need to share the secret that I have kept to myself for so many years. I need to open up my heart to those who will always trust me, and who will never doubt my feelings for them. That can only be you!

You just lay there while I indulge myself, and I’ll tell you everything about how I got to be in this situation. This is a once, and once only, opportunity as I will never tell another living soul what I am about to tell you now.

First of all I need to tell you a little bit more about myself, it will help you to understand how I became what I am.

I was christened Howard James Cooper in November nineteen-seventy three; the only child of my mother Mary, and my dear departed father, George Cooper. For as long as I can remember I had always felt I was a little different from other children although I didn’t quite understand why. From a very early age my parents would find me talking to people that others couldn’t see, hear me describing extremely vivid dreams and, many times, how I had travelled above myself and seen my own body from the top of the ceiling. I had even told them that I had drifted through the walls in this house, and had seen them sleeping in their own bed.

Understandably, they didn’t like this one little bit and discouraged me from talking about it to anyone for my own protection; no one else would be likely to understand what I had told them they said, - hell, I don’t think they really understood themselves!

As I got older I realised that I possessed strong psychic capabilities and learned, mainly through trial and error, how to control them. First and foremost I found that I could see, and talk, to people whom had passed onto the next world. These visits were so real to me that it took me a while to realise that they were actually the spirits of those departed, and I never seemed to question what they were doing here in my room but they held no fear for me. Another possible gift I had experienced was that of second sight. On many occasions I had been able to predict, or make an uncannily accurate guess, about the outcome of a minor event, but I had never attempted to pursue this, not being convinced that this was anything more than coincidence and this was something that genuinely scared me!

Of one thing though, I had no doubt whatsoever. This was the ability I had to project my astral self outside of my body. Whenever I did this I would feel the most incredible sensation of freedom, it was almost akin to flying, and it started to become an integral part of my life.

These experiences continued throughout my adolescence, and high school years - through the meeting and courting of my future wife, and right through the painful experience of losing my father. He had died from a rare form of leukaemia and the speed with which he had deteriorated had shocked us all and had left a lasting impression on me as to how very tenuous our hold on our mortal existence is. I took great comfort though, from his visit to me just two days later as his spirit re-assured me that he was well, and that he was looking forward to when we could all be re-united as God dictated. That experience would stand me in great stead as I was presented with the sternest test of my faith, in the years to come.

Apart from my ability to commune with those departed, my gifts also allowed me to enjoy some unimaginable and wonderful experiences that enriched my life considerably. Included amongst these were the times when I entered another person’s body, and this I did on a number of occasions. I never kept this up though, as each time I had performed this act I had felt a little soiled - a bit like a voyeur or some kind of interloper. Each time that I had tried to join with another, the host had become aware of my presence very quickly, but I had never stayed long enough for them to pin down exactly who, or what, I may have been. Moreover, I had never tried this with a girl!

Never, that is, until I tried it with my wife. That was a night I will always remember for both good and bad reasons.

We were both very young when we had married, but we were in love and were devoted to each other so what the hell - why wait anyway! Our love making was always an intense and passionate occasion and I can vividly remember, one night, wishing I knew how she felt when I was inside of her - wishing I could experience what a woman feels like when she is making love with someone that she truly loved.

It was at this point, when I could feel Louise approaching a climax, that I completely lost control of myself, wishing that I could share her moment of ecstasy, when it happened. Without consciously trying to, I found myself joining with my wife as she started to climax and I experienced some of the most incredible sensations that I had ever known. She was completely unaware of my presence, confusing it with her heightened emotions, and only realised that something was not how it should have been when she started to recover from her orgasm and noticed that my body was a total dead weight on top of her.

It completely freaked her out and her scream - I think she thought I had died - soon brought me back to reality and I returned to my body. Well, at that point I had to explain everything about what I could do and all about my abilities. It had scared the hell out of her and she didn’t take it at all well, telling me that she would leave me if I ever tried to do anything like that with her again.

That had been the only really low point in our relationship and I determined I was never going to put our marriage at risk again. Of course, I would never stop myself from enjoying my OBE’s - that was just as much a part of me as living or breathing - but I resolved never, again, to try and join with another person’s body in this way.

I had stuck to that resolution and was never, ever, tempted to repeat that experience, that was until the point of the accident, the accident that I am now going to tell you all about!

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It all started one night as I was driving my son Jerry, ten, and my daughter Elizabeth, twelve, back home following a short holiday break that they had spent, staying at my brother-in-law’s. It was just a brief stay, a little time to allow me to share a bit of space alone with my wife Louise.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like we wanted the children out of our lives or anything like that, not for too long anyway - on the contrary we are a very close and loving family! It was just that we had spent no real ’quality’ time together for more than twelve years now and we just wanted to court each other again, indulge in a little romance, we wanted to feel fresh and fifteen rather than the stale thirty-five year olds that we were!

It had been a bit of a culture shock at first, and we had almost forgotten how to act when we were alone together. We soon got back into the rhythm though. We had eaten out, made out, and generally done whatever we had wanted to for four whole days but now we were missing the children. It was time for them to come back, to have them throwing our lives into chaos once again and to bring us screaming back into the real world again.

I set off from our Manhatten Beach home to pick them up from Louise’s brother Jake, who lived just outside Victorville with his wife Lynn, on the other side of the San Bernadino Mountains. Louise didn’t come with me - she had decided that she would stay at home and use the time to catch up with some of the housework that she had been ignoring whilst we had been taking every opportunity to enjoy our temporary freedom.

It had taken just over an hour and a half to get there, the roads were unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon, and just two hours after arriving I was driving back on the Interstate 15, having given my thanks to Jake. We carried on down this route for about fifteen minutes when Elizabeth piped up, "Daddy, daddy - I need to go to the bathroom".

Oh brother, wasn’t this just typical! I had told her to go before we had left Jake’s house but she had said she didn’t want to at the time. It was just then that I saw the sign for the next exit and decided to head off of the highway and to see if there was a gas station available somewhere. Maybe I could get them something to drink at the same time!

We found a gas station and Lizzy performed her ablutions before we headed back towards the highway. It was starting to get dark now and things looked a little different in the half-light of early evening.

Somehow, I must have taken a wrong turn. Although I could see the lights from the highway in the distance, I seemed to be taking us along a quiet road that was running parallel with it.

It was at that point that our lives changed forever!

I was turning the car into a sharp corner when I felt the nearside tyre suffer a blow-out. I struggled to keep control of the car but I could feel it slipping away from me as we headed towards the opposite side of the road and careered, amidst much screaming and yelling from the children, ten feet down a small embankment that ran alongside the road.

Things went very quiet for a moment and my only thought, at this time, was for my children. I felt relief as I heard Jerry saying to Lizzy, "Are you alright Liz?" and even more relief when she replied "Ye .. yes - I think so" and then she started crying and calling out for ’Dad’.

I felt a huge sense of relief for a moment, at least they were alive and seemed to be okay!

Jerry joined in the call for me, telling me that he seemed to be stuck beneath something and I tried to turn around and answer but found that I couldn’t move or say anything. My voice didn’t seem to want to respond to my thoughts and I started to take a little more notice of my own predicament!

I could feel an intense pain coming from around my neck and down my back, and I realised that I might even have had a broken neck or back. I needed help and I needed it fast. I also became aware of the nauseating aroma of gasoline and started to become scared that there might be the possibility of an explosion and that the children needed to get out of here quickly.

All of these thoughts ran through my mind in just a few brief seconds as I noted that I could still hear the occasional car passing by on the main road overhead. I considered our options. Jerry was trapped underneath something, and I seemed to be paralysed. The only one who could possibly get any help was Lizzy and, by now, she was having an uncontrollable fit of hysterics. She also didn’t know how to unlock the central locking system, that had been one of the main selling points of this vehicle when I had chosen this model. The safety aspect of it had been so important when I bought it, could this now prove to be our undoing?

Somehow I had to make Lizzy understand how to unlock the car door and get her to scramble up the embankment and get help before we all died.

Time was limited, I had to act fast and I knew what I had to do. Despite all of this noise, and the chaos around me, I knew that there was only one way to get through to her. I started to block out the outside world and eventually managed to send myself into a trance like state and I soon felt the familiar sensation of floating, and the separating of my soul from my body. On every occasion I had performed this feat it had felt like a true liberation of my spirit - it certainly didn’t feel like liberation this time though, this was literally a matter of life and death!

I managed to compose myself and gradually drifted towards my daughters crying form and I felt myself ease into her very being as we fused, and became one; my very soul integrating with hers.

The sensation, this time, was like nothing I had ever felt before. On previous occasions I had entered either a peaceful or a distracted body, this was a totally different experience. Lizzy’s mind was in turmoil and she was in a total state of panic as I found myself looking at my own unconscious and twisted form, through her eyes.

I could feel every one of her fears and her palpable sense of anxiety, and I was very nearly lost in the maelstrom of her emotions before I managed to pull myself together and focused on trying to get my thoughts through to her. As I concentrated on communicating my thoughts, I could feel the first sense of awareness within her; the realisation that something else was thinking things inside of her head. Despite her confusion she managed to pick out enough of the thoughts that I was trying to project to her to reach across my body, take out the ignition keys and press the reset button, which freed up the locks.

Within seconds Lizzy had managed to push her door open and was starting to climb up the embankment where I was willing her to go. I could feel everything that she felt, see everything that she saw and could hear everything that she heard as I felt my, or her, fingers digging into the grassy bank. I was amazed that I could have felt so detached from what was happening but I was becoming very aware of a complete set of new sensations. I hadn’t realised how dulled my senses had become over the years, too many joints and too many beers maybe, but I was overwhelmed by the smell of the crushed grass and the disturbed soil as my -no Lizzy’s - body clambered up the embankment. The other sensation that was uppermost in my consciousness, was the lightness of her body and the ease with which Lizzy pulled herself up and over the top of the embankmentthen onto the road.

I pulled my mind back to the immediacy of the situation as I remembered Jerry and my body, back in the leaking car - this was neither the time nor the occasion to indulge in these sensations!

My natural instinct was to look down the road in the direction of oncoming traffic to see what was coming but Lizzy’s body did not respond to my thoughts and instead looked back down the embankment, towards our car. I tried to get her to turn around again but nothing happened, she still continued to stare downwards. It was then that I realised that I was merely a passenger in this body, and that I had to try to influence her thoughts through the power of my will rather than to try and force a physical response.

She responded within seconds, although I could sense her confusion, and all of a sudden I could see the road as her eyes turned to look for any sign of incoming traffic. My hopes rose as Lizzy’s young and non-abused ears picked up the distant sound of an approaching car.

I watched the lights approach and felt Lizzy’s tiny arms waving in desperation as it got nearer. I felt myself fade away as I saw an elderly man and woman leave the car with two middle-aged men following behind them.

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I later found out that it was the following morning that I finally woke to see sunlight streaming into a white walled room. I am not too sure how long it took me to remember the previous nights events, and to realise where I now was, but I am sure it was only a minute or two - it’s only that it seemed far, far longer at the time.

Can you imagine what it feels like to wake up and to find yourself swallowing a mouthful of what I later found out to be a spoonful of mushy cornflakes!

Can you imagine what it is like to experience total and complete wakefulness, with no period of assimilation between the normal sleep like state and the raising of yourself out of bed!

It was like experiencing my worst nightmare as I felt my head jerk in a sudden panic and then watched, and felt, myself (although I wasn’t too sure what that was) running quickly to a large version of my wife, in a world that had seemed to have grown enormous to me.

I felt my light body being lifted up with ease, and felt my face pressed into the warmth and softness of a woman’s bosom. It was as I felt her calming influence on me that I started to notice details of my surroundings, and was able to analyse my experiences, for the first time.

I could only look in the direction I was facing but I could see, and feel, a few strands of sandy coloured hair brushing against my face as my head turned slightly, my cheek now pushed into this comforting breast.

"Mommy, mommy - it was daddy, it was daddy" I could hear the voice from my body say. I realised that it was Lizzy’s, and then everything started to come back to me.

"Hush, hush baby" I heard Louise reply, "I know you’re scared but daddy will be all right, he has to be"!

I knew it was Louise all right, even though the timbre of her voice sounded a little different than usual.

I felt my small and delicate hand lift, and brush, against Lousie’s cheek - feeling the dampness that ran freely. I was shocked as it appeared to be moving of it’s own violition!

It was then that everything clicked into place, as I remembered the crash, my helping Lizzy to focus on getting help by merging with her, and then the car stopping and help arriving. After that everything was just blank - I must have blacked out. I had assumed that I would wake again in my own body - returning to where my lifeline was. This had obviously not happened and I realised that I was still here, in Lizzy’s body.

Why hadn’t I gone back, a sudden panic overtook me - was I dead and did I no longer have a living body to return to - these thoughts went through my mind, a mind that was rapidly losing control!

I could feel Lizzy getting upset again, and knew that she had been picking up on my thoughts. I had to try and control myself and fade into the background until she had a chance to calm down. I also realised that my thoughts must have gotten through to her, earlier, when I first woke up - that was why she went running to Louise!

I attempted to fade into her background thoughts and must have succeeded as she did, indeed, relax a little. I listened to the reassurances that Louise was giving her and, despite being closer to another person than I had even been before, I felt lonely and wished she could have reassured my own thoughts and fears. I needed to understand what had happened to me, why couldn’t I return?

As if in response to my thoughts Louise started to explain a little more about the situation to Lizzy.

"You know your daddy’s state is very poor, and that he will be doing all he can to get well again. We have to be patient, but it’s not going to be easy for him - he’s got some very serious injuries and it might take some time before we know how long he will take to recover".

If I recover, I thought despondently!

"I am just amazed that both Jerry and yourself got off so lightly considering-" Louise continued, "I mean your few bruises, and Jerry’s broken arm, it could have been a lot worse".

"Can I see daddy, I need to see him and let him know I’m thinking about him" Lizzy said as she hugged her mom.

"I’m sure that will be all right, and I am sure that he knows that you love and want him to get well again" Louise responded.

Yeah, more than you’ll ever know, I thought sadly, admiring the way that Louise was coping with all of this. She was one hell of a woman!

Come on then, let’s go I thought, starting to get impatient, I wanted to see what state I was in. I would have to keep my thoughts guarded from her; she seemed to be picking up on these stray snippets that I kept letting leak out.

"Well he’s not a pretty sight right now, I’d better go check that it’s okay to see him. Are you going to be okay on your own for a few minutes?" she said, and left the room on hearing Lizzy’s affirmation.

This gave me a few minutes peace and quiet and I took the opportunity to explore my unique situation; well I suppose it must have been unique but I wasn’t really sure!

I hadn’t yet tried to make Lizzy do anything physical yet - I hadn’t wanted to spook her too much. I decided to try an experiment and thought about moving her/my hand a little - nothing happened!

I was managing to stay in the background pretty well, and concentrated on staying that way as I took stock of my situation. At least I knew that my body was still alive although I sounded in a pretty bad way from how Louise had spoken. I knew only too well that she was trying to make any bad news palatable for Lizzy, the situation could be far worse than she had intimated!

I was also fascinated that I was now receiving all of my sensory inputs from Lizzy’s perspective, and noted the sometimes subtle, but at other times significant, differences between her young and fresh body, and those from my original one. I knew that I could see far clearer than before where I had previously been slightly myopic. Colours seemed to look a little different as well; most notably was the depth of colour that I could see that I had previously been unaware of. The vivid greens and reds, the deeper blues - it was quite wonderful and magical and I inwardly gasped at the magnificence of nature. It helped me to forget, for a just a few seconds, my predicament!

Any further musings I had were temporarily halted as Louise came back into the room, took Lizzy by the hand and then led her along a quiet corridor towards where she had told her that I was being cared for. Lizzy approached the room and I experienced a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.

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