My third book, Shattered Boundaries, is a story about an incest survivor who falls in love with a homosexual who has AIDS and learns to journey out of her body. While on a journey, she runs into “trouble” and as a result stays away from her body too long. When she returns it is to her own funeral.  I have been surprised how few people have heard of OOBES, and was glad this week to read The ESP Enigma: The scientific case for psychic phenomenon,”  by Diane Hennacy Powell, M.D. Chapter 7 is titled “Was She Out of Her Mind, or Just Out of Her Body?”dreams test for google

I am toying with writing a sequence to my book, involving those characters in addition to a TULPA, but probably even fewer folks know what tulpas are. (Available on Amazon via Create Space}.

About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...
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3 Responses to OOBES, ANYONE?

  1. I had to look up TULPA. I think I’ve heard of it before but forgot: After reading the definition: ”… is a concept in mysticism of a being or object which is created through sheer spiritual or mental discipline alone” I had the strange thought that such an emanantion could happen spontaneously as well, not having known much or anything about it before.


  2. I wonder if I had an OOBE before? I think so although I don’t remember the actual time it could’ve happened, but I had a dream about it. And had to look up TULPA: ” … is a concept in mysticism of a being or object which is created through sheer spiritual or mental discipline alone” and having read this I had the strange thought that it could happen spontaneously as well. Wouldn’t know where that came from. Presently reading a kind of biography of Carl Jung by Laurens van der Post if that’s any clue or consolation.


    • nmykel says:

      I must confess I’ve never had an OOBE tho I know some who have. At a conference on dreams in Charlottesville one year a professor speaking of them said he has them and chooses to meditate while having an OOBE and sees mandalas! They seem marginally connected with lucid dreams. As for Tulpas, I thought it might add something to a fantasy novel. I know there’s a big blog on them but I haven’t really read it.

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