The Out-of-Body Travel Foundation in Alternate Means By Preeta Samarasan, Writer for the Hyphen Journal, San Francisco, CA, USA
Out-of-Body Travel, Out-of-Body Experiences, Out-of-Body, Out of Body Travel Science, Near Death Experiences, Mystical Experiences, Astral Travel, Astral Projection, Mysticism
'Alternate Means,' By Preeta Samarasan, Writer for the Hyphen Journal, San Francisco, CA, USA (About 'The Out-of-Body Travel Foundation's' Marilynn Hughes)
Marilynn Hughes, mother of three, founder of the Out-of-Body Travel Foundation (www.outofbodytravel.org), author, publisher, and mystic, has traveled, by her own account, to every realm from the “the twenty-third-dimensional, beautiful existences of the golden angels” to “the lowest hell where pure evil resides.” Marilynn is forty-two. She has been making these journeys regularly for about twenty years. They all begin in the same way: her body begins to vibrate uncontrollably, as if there were a jet plane next to her in bed then she either falls out of her body or is lifted out of it. The different realms are accessible through different kinds of tunnels: whirling cloud tunnels to the higher realms, dark tunnels deceptively similar to those commonly described in near-death experiences, but leading instead to a previous life of the traveler, and dirt or mud tunnels to lower realms. Once, before Marilynn traveled to one of the lowest realms, the Blessed Virgin appeared to her with a team of commandos assigned to help her conceal her identity as “an emissary of light.” The lead commando, Marilynn recalls, taught her “a way of actually bringing your vibration inward so it would hide your light.” Thus disguised, she descended into a dark cavernous space and saw fifteen different levels of hell before entering one of them: Muddy Flats, a “nasty little hole” reserved for those who had committed the mortal sins of Vanity and Greed. Her job here was to offer a second chance to five women who were about to be condemned to this particular hell realm. When a handsome man dressed in a tuxedo offered to dance with her, she declined, so that the five sinners might follow her example and be redirected elsewhere. All but one of the women danced with the sinister stranger, however, and as they danced all four of them were turned into cobweb-festooned bones. The fifth woman refused a dance and the handsome stranger then tried to tempt her with water (“It was very hot in Muddy Flats,” Marilynn remembers, “so we were really feeling the thirst.”). But with Marilynn's support, the woman resisted this temptation, and was thereupon guided towards a sign posted upon the path towards reincarnation.
Shortly after the beginning of the war in Iraq, Marilynn had an out-of-body encounter with Sai Baba, a Hindu religious leader who describes himself as an avatar (In Hinduism, an incarnation of the divine.) but whom many – including Marilynn herself at the point she had the experience – had discounted as a sorceror or false prophet. Sai Baba led Marilynn's soul to a small Catholic church where they witnessed a group of people indulging in noxious gossip and slander - “a sin akin to murder, according to the Jewish Talmud,” Marilynn said. As Sai Baba watched this scene, Marilynn saw “a holy rage” emerge within him and in that moment she understood that all the unspeakeable violence of this world stemmed from the common sin of judging one's fellow man. “A huge torrent of energy like a tsunami” rushed through her as realized that Sai Baba, a servant of God whom she had judged harshly and prematurely, had been sent to show her the dangers of judging others. If, within our small communities, we judge what we do not understand -- if we never stop to acknowledge the limitations of our perception – what hope can there be for the global community of humankind?
Alaina Park, a thirty-two-year-old Korean-American woman, is unsure what to call the “dream realm that your subconscious explores.” In this other realm, she has visited friends in their apartments, walked around her own house while her body lay paralyzed, and journeyed to landscapes she does not know on this earth: a hill under a purple paisley sky, giant, rambling structures, and recently, an open, vaguely Japanese building constructed of reddish wood. As she walked across the grass to this building, Alaina saw her dad – uncharacteristically wearing a suit, and leaning oddly to one side. There were also three elderly Korean nuns, one of whom looked like her mother. Behind the building, she encountered a shriveled, blackened figure that appeared to have been mummified by the elements, and a pretty woman making jerky movements while laughing maniacally. When the mummy made eye-contact with Alaina, she was frightened. She's generally afraid, she says, when strange creatures in another realm acknowledge her presence. But of the look a bestial, demon-like being gave her during one journey into the dream realm, she observes: “I was frightened just because it was ugly, just because I'd never seen anything like it, you know? It wasn't doing anything to me, after all.” Over time, she's learned to be less afraid during her subconscious explorations. Now she recognizes that she feels “the fear of fear,” and the fear of the unfamiliar, more than anything else.
Others explain similar experiences as parallel lives in alternate universes, or using religious notions of the soul, but to Alaina, these are all theories, plausible in parts but imcomplete. What she does believe is that “there are connections between us all that we don't understand yet,” a conviction that seems to be borne out by the occasions on which, upon meeting someone for the first time in her waking life, she recognizes them from the dream realm.