Energy and Out of Body Experiences.

I was very young and my family went to Jetty Park in Cape Canaveral every Saturday when we first moved to Florida in 1966. On one of those excursions, probably in 1969 around the age of 5, I was in the water trying to fight the waves with my dad. I'm pretty sure he was unaware that I had followed him in as the surf was big that day.

I got walloped by a wave big enough to knock me off my feet and it held me underwater to the point to where I could no longer hold my breath. The force holding me underwater was far too strong to fight and just before I involuntarily gulped for air, I saw myself rolling on the bottom of the ocean with a terrible look in my eyes and then in an instant the force that held me underwater let go and I popped up out of the water just as I took that involuntary gasp for air.

That was my first "out of body" experience. It was also my first experience with something that was beyond my ability to control. I didn't know the power of the ocean so I didn't know to respect it. Lesson learned about the power of the sea.

I was working as an on air announcer or radio DJ during the last part of high school and as I wasn't very experienced at it I was the "overnight" guy on the weekends midnight to six AM. The studio for the station was located in what the program director called "The Swamp" off of SR46 just west of I-95 near Mims, Florida.

I had just bought a brand new 1981 Honda Hawk 400 motorcycle and had just got through with the break-in period so when I left the swamp that morning I couldn't wait to open her up, full throttle. I passed a Jeep towing a Gheenoe heading east on SR46 as my speedometer hit the peg at 85MPH.

Just as I crossed the bridge over the St. Johns River I glanced down at my tachometer which was just touching the redline. In that instant, that quick glance, a dog ran out of the tall grass and into the path of my front tire. I was traveling at about 110MPH. I never saw what I hit. All I knew was I was wrecking and there was nothing I could do about it. I had ridden dirt bikes since the age of 7 so I knew I didn't want to land in front of the motorcycle so I managed to kick it off on a different trajectory than my body. As soon as I hit the asphalt I was watching myself from the height of the power lines tumbling and sliding across the centerline, across the westbound lane and into the dew covered grass and as I slid to a stop I popped up to my feet like a baseball player coming out of a slide and just like that I was back in my body.

Then the pain set in and I looked around and my bike had totaled itself on a log bridge crossing the ditch. Damn it man. The Jeep I had passed stopped and I had them drop me off at the gas station where I called my dad and explained to him I totaled my bike and asked if he could pick me up. I sat down and the next thing I knew I woke up in the hospital. That was my second time being "knocked" out of my body.

Then there are the times I've travelled outside my body. It's beyond a normal dream as I can't remember most of my dreams and this feels like an actual memory not a foggy dream. Someone told me that it is called astral traveling

I went to a party that was out in desert like area with jagged, eroded peaks sticking out of the sand. We were riding around in unusual looking all terrain type vehicles that I had never seen before.

The reason for the celebration was the rare appearance of all 3 moons being visible as well as being "full". I was with people whom I knew but didn't recognize. There were hundreds of young people and campfires spread across the distance. There was music and dancing and it was one of those nights you wish would never end.

I've also seen a few people die and to me it's obvious that the energy that was that person is gone and all that remains is an empty shell called a cadaver, corpse, body or my personal favorite, carcass. A lot of "c" words for dead bodies.

Then two years ago I died in the hospital. It was 3:30AM and I felt "strange" but not enough to ring the nurse. From all the years of being loud my ears ring constantly a condition called tinnitus. I noticed my ears quit ringing, I felt at complete and total PEACE. There was an absence of time, as if it didn't exist or just didn't matter.

Then I heard the sounds of commotion and concern as the medical staff scrambled to "uncode" me. As I came back to consciousness I could only wish I could have stayed in that realm as the urge to vomit was becoming more than just an urge. Evidently it's not unusual to puke after your heart stops.

My musical career is an example of channeling energy. The collective will of the audience to hear something cool plays through my fingers, makes my voice more than what it is, in other words it's pure energy, flowing from the ether, through my body for the edification of every soul including my own as I am watching my fingers play licks I don't know and the voice coming out of my body is far stronger than my own and it feels...effortless.

It doesn't happen all the time but often enough to keep me chasing that feeling. This world is full of distractions and negative entities that try to separate us from our bliss. The energy is free and open to everyone. Heaven isn't a private club for members only that exists somewhere, heaven is in your heart. Hell is also right here and it's not an exclusive club either.

True love is unconditional no matter what your religion teaches. Beliefs are not love, believing in Love is real faith. Peace is Love. Love is Peace. Sometimes I would just love a piece. And a melon soda. Peace and Love!