Out of body dreams of flying
Some stories are so unbelievable and shocking, they don’t need any introduction or embellishment. This is one of those stories.
The office was just another commercial building in a southern California industrial park. A couple of buildings down was the Miller brewing plant and in between was a mix of every imaginable kind of business. A custom boat shop was next door and a staffing services company was located across the street. This company purposely hid themselves behind bland concrete walls with no sign beyond small numbers disclosing the business address. Actually, the company name was also painted on the front door but it was hard to see behind the neutral colored window blinds.
Walking past the receptionist desk the office area opened to a small mass of gray cubicles. In the center of the cubicles was a narrow space where the Xerox copier was parked. On the outer edges of administration were a few doors and respective offices that allowed for private conversation. There were no windows and thus no natural light into any part of the building including the esteemed offices with doors.
The sounds of the front office were always greatest around Big Bertha the Xerox machine. She would throw amber-green light to the ceiling in a noisy display of power that could be heard and seen throughout the whole office. Right in the midst of the company, people would queue up for their turn to copy, distribute or pick up mail in the adjacent mail bins. In the animal kingdom this area would have be labeled as a “natural herding place.”
The Unexpected Question
It was here, in the center of the office area, that I would make my announcement. Innocently, I was talking to a co-worker while copying documents when I asked her without introduction, “do you fly?” In hindsight, perhaps she might have interpreted my comment as an invitation to party, yet my thoughts were simply on my dream the previous night. The sharp administrative assistant looked confused at me so I quickly added “I mean… do you fly in your dreams?” With a smile and with some embarrassment she turned red looked down and said “I don’t know. Do you?”
“Yes,” I responded confidently, “and you were in my dreams last night.” For the next couple of minutes I went into detail of what I could remember and what I had done and what parts she participated in my dream. Finishing the small-talk and my copying, I returned to my office when I heard a knock on my door. “Come in” I said while adjusting my seat and looking up. The husband of the co-worker who I had been talking to at the copier was now sitting in one of the chairs before my desk. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” he said. “Sure” I responded.
“Man, you’ve got guts!”
“What are you talking about?” I asked curiously.
“You know… that conversation that you just had with my wife at the copier… the whole office is talking about it.”
“Talking about what?”
“Well, you know… the flying stuff. Man, that’s way out there and to be talking about flying with my wife… well you know…”
Immediately starting to understand the many possible perceptions and interpretations of my conversation I started to say “It was never my…”
“I know… I know… I’m not worried about my wife. But wow! You really let it all fly.“ He said laughingly. Then immediately turned serious and said “Do you really think that you can fly?”
Now becoming embarrassed, I said, “Yes… well in my dreams it feels so real.”
The stocky man smiled and stood up walking for the door, “As conservative as you seem to be, you are way out there. Next time you go flying,” he chuckled, “maybe you’ll want to be a little more discrete about where you tell your stories.” Then he muttered to himself in a soft tone, “Right there in the middle of the office at the Xerox machine. Man, this guy’s got guts!” as my office door shut behind him.
As he exited my office, I wondered sheepishly what I had done. My thoughts turned inwardly “should I take it back? It’s too late. What kind of ‘damage control’ could be implemented?” It wasn’t the kind of topic you wrote in an office memo. I’ll just let it die, I said within myself. Finally, resolving within myself that this would be the best solution.
I know I can Fly
While this is a true story of my past, and clearly before my awakening, I wonder how many people feel they can fly. Some New Ager’s go out-of-body. And in the beginning I really wondered what all this meant. Initially, after my Xerox machine incident, I tended to be a little more guarded of whom I opened up to. Yet, is going out-of-body the same as flying? In essence, can you fly?
Actually I’ve been flying since I was a small boy. Flying always felt more real than just dreaming so sometimes I would share my experiences at the breakfast table stating where I had gone and what happened during the night. I remember the same contentious smirks that I later found looking at me in the office place. Now, I know that these experiences are more than just flights of fantasy. In my childhood, it was hard work to fly. There were obstacles to overcome not the least which was gravity.
Now sensations of flying are effortless as it is no longer necessary for me to force aspects of this physical reality into flying. “In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye…we shall be changed” states a Biblical account in reference to the soul’s return after death. But are we really limited to the mortality of our bodies or can we fly now? Let’s see. At the very least flying can be interpreted as a symbol of personal freedom. So if that’s more comfortable come forward using this definition. In truth, it’s all the same.
When you step into your truth in this lifetime it is like flying. Ask anyone, spiritually inclined or not, and the words tend to be the same. “I feel so free. It’s so easy. I don’t feel like I’m working yet I get paid very well for doing something that I would do for free!” Those who fly physically, people who are airline pilots, stewards and stewardesses, often do so desiring the feelings of flight. But again do we need to be on a plane or dead to fly?
Not unless you want to. Flying, in whatever way you want to describe it, is a natural part of your being. If you don’t remember your dreams, let alone feelings of flying, consider all the other hints of this existence around you. Why is it that kids believe they can fly? Why the fascination with flying; in Peter Pan, the Matrix, Superman, with stories of Fairies or Angels? Are we destined to fly? Absolutely!
for those who want to fly
Consider this rather famous incident of flying. A sixteen year old is fascinated by light and dreams about light travel. In his way, he went “out-of-body” traveling with the light in search of its meaning in reference to the universe. After coming back into his body he spent the next five years in preparation of his experience and presented the world with “the Theory of Relativity.” Perhaps, Albert Einstein showed greater wisdom in preparing his announcement before sharing at the copy machine. Needless to say Einstein flew. Also consider the other dreamers who created flying contraptions to be built much later called helicopters. Maybe Leonardo Da Vinci needed help from the gravitational pull that I too worked so hard to avoid as a child.
Editor’s note: I personally take pleasure in the semantics used by different groups to describe the same experience. Scientists call flying of this kind “thought experiment”, New Ager’s use “out-of-body” while kids simply call it what it is – flying.”
Flying is a part of your destiny. Incorporate it now and find out more about your true self in consideration of all the possibilities you have come here to create. It’s more than possible –it’s real. Open yourself to fly and find out where you go. Put away the dominating part of your shell and its control to prevent you from experiencing these truly awesome experiences. If your grossly concerned about what will happen realize that you won’t go anywhere that you don’t want to go. Realize your dreams by allowing yourself to truly fly.