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119 crackling voice. I felt the telltale astral wind blowing about as I began to lift out of my body, along with that alien voice telling me to “let go” echoing around. I totally panicked and fought my way out of it, breaking free. If this was real and not a dream, then all I can say is... wow! I don’t know, I thought that poem was the most clever thing ever. I guess it was supposed to scare me, or be a threat of some sort, but instead I kept giggling in giddy glee whenever I thought about it later that day, admiring the cleverness of it all. I’m sure that annoyed them. ;) story, but it wasn’t my goal to actually write a complex autobiographical account of my life and happenings. Snapshots of experience work best when trying to put stuff out there so others can compare to their own happenings. Also, many anecdotal accounts have been left out because I can’t know for certain whether they are what I think they are. They may be nothing, or have normal explanations, and for that reason I just chose to keep them out even when they seem to match up to stuff I’ve read in other people’s accounts. After I originally compiled the initial grouping of incidents for Part II I just sat on it all for the next several days afterwards, pondering things. And I pretty much almost abandoned this whole write up. My first thought was to just walk away. It all seemed so absurd, so over the top, that my reflexive conclusion was that it can’t be happening. I’m imagining this, it’s absolutely insane. Listen to what I think has happened here. There’s no fricking WAY this has gone on in my life. There are so many unanswered plot holes, things I don’t understand, stuff that makes no sense. What a confusing mess. So I must be imagining this or misinterpreting events in my life. Occum’s Razor and all that. “The simplest explanation tends to be the right one” — which means nothing is happening here at all and I’m just crazy and imagining mountains out of molehills. And so the next thought was - live out the rest of my life and don’t think about this, literally, ever again. It was a very strong urge too — “Just don’t ever think about any of this again.” Part II - My Own Experiences —_—_—_—_—_— "es Summary And that’s not even the half of it. There’s so much more to the stuff that makes no sense.