My Out-of-Body Journey

I Don’t Believe in Hocus Pocus, By Crockett Trotter

I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and planning my day when my daughter said, “Bye, Dad.”

I said, “Bye.”

She walked out the front and closed the door behind her. No sooner had the door closed, when instantly, I was somewhere else. I found myself traveling at a high speed through a tunnel. The tunnel appeared to be crystalized white light, glimmering bright, very bright.

While traveling through this tunnel, I glanced down at my body and saw that I was only energy — a mass of swirling energy in human form, waist up only. It appeared as if I did not have legs. But at the speed I was traveling, legs would have been useless.

The waist down was just a blur of live energy. I did not see with physical eyes or hear with physical ears. I could “see” and “hear” in a form that can only be described as telepathic. When you leave your body, you don’t use physical eyes, ears, vocal chords, etc. Those parts are left with the physical body. Those parts are not needed where you are. It’s a totally different existence. And it’s beautiful.

Somehow I knew I was out-of-body. I knew this was where I was supposed to be. I thought, this is where I belong. The love was thick as mud.

(The above is an EXCERPT from Crockett Trotter’s memoir, I DON’T BELIEVE IN HOCUS POCUS, available on Amazon.)