A Simple Guide to the Out of Body Experience

A Simple Guide to the Out of Body Experience

Stephen Aleppo

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2014 Stephen Aleppo

This edition 2019

This book is dedicated to Tina, the two Dans and all the kids.

Not forgetting the munch bunch, Rocky, Codey, Sparky and Spooky

Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Further Reading

Also by this Author

Introduction

I wrote this book primarily as a help guide for people who are interested in the subject of Astral Projection or Out of Body Experiences but may feel over-awed by some of the overly complicated literary efforts on the market today. I believe that many of these wordy tomes are little more than a smokescreen written by people who really don’t know a whole lot about the subject and are either determined to confuse potential students with a lot of unnecessary science or they introduce bizarre magical paraphernalia, charms, amulets, planetary charts and the like. Let me tell you right from the off to kick these ideas right out of your head and keep them out. Not only are they figments of someone's fertile imagination they will not help you one jot in your attempts to achieve an out of body experience.

You may also have heard or read all manner of things that supposedly help people attain an OOBE. The list is fairly extensive and usually run along the lines of deep relaxation, incense burning, supreme concentration, celibacy, occult rituals and the like. Personally, I doubt the people who write this stuff have a genuine clue about OOBES or have ever experienced one. But I suppose it makes good reading and of course it makes them more money, as the book that should have been half an Inch thick is now as wide as a sofa cushion with a cover price to match!

This little book has several things going for it. It’s not too big, it hasn’t cost you much, you’re reading it on your e-reader, so no-one on the train or bus can read the title and think you’re crazy. It’s written along strictly simple lines that anyone can digest and more importantly, it’s as truthful and straight to the point as I can make it. It is not written for scientists or academics and is aimed squarely at ordinary folk, just like myself, possessed of nothing more than curiosity and hopefully an open mind. My attitude is and always will be, why make an interesting subject like this any more complicated than it needs to be?

I started writing with the idea of offering something of a self help book, which it is, but its also about me and what shaped me into the type of personality that seems to be so in tune with this odd experience.

Learning how to induce an OOBE is not difficult. You can take any subject and dress it up whichever way you like, but the truth is that learning the knack of triggering OOBES is not hard save for a few ground rules that need to be followed. The experience is as natural as Niagara Falls and it’s been around since man evolved on this planet to what he has become today.

I should mention here that Out of Body Experiences and Astral Travel is the same thing and they will be referred to in this text as OOBES from this point on for the sake of clarity and my aching fingers. As any writer will tell you, a fifty thousand word book often takes at least three times as many to put together before it’s honed down into a readable product and this text is no different. Having said that, if you like the book and get something out of it, don’t be mean, leave me some feedback or send me an email to share your own experiences or make comments. You will find the relevant links at the back and I would love to get them into a future book.

This book is a complete re-write of an earlier version written about six years ago and given away for free from my old website. I have included a few of the letters I received from happy readers at the time and if you take the time to read through some of them you will realise you are far from alone in your interest in this subject.

Some of my ideas may fly in the face of the norm, if there is such a thing regarding this strange subject, but I ask you to stick with them and at least give them a try. Whatever money you’ve spent so far is all you’re going to spend. I’m not here to sell you anything else or spoon feed you a lot of meaningless rubbish. What you’ll read here is the truth. If I don’t know something or have been forced to guess about it, I will make this clear in the text and I will never try to fill in with some eye catching lie to keep you turning the pages. All I ask is that you give it a serious try and remember one thing before you go shelling out your cash for a more expensive glossier tome in your local bookshop. An expert is someone who tells you that he knows more than you do!

So forget the chanting and the mantras, the incense burning and all the other nonsense. Not that there's anything wrong with incense, but apart from covering up the interesting aromas wafting around your house courtesy of the cat litter tray or the drains, a sweet smelling aroma is not going to aid you. In fact, any kind of outside stimulus will likely be more of a hindrance and a distraction, especially in the early stages of your development. Extreme concentration is another vaunted notion you shouldn’t dwell on either. If you can fulfil some or all of the compass points explained later in this book, it will not matter one jot whether you are concentrating or not. The phenomenon will just happen. This subject has nothing to do with the occult either. So if you are one of those people who believe or have heard that out of body experiences are lumped into the same category as devil worship and the black arts, you have been misinformed and there really is nothing to fear here. The same can be said of religion. OOBES have been around for a lot longer than any religion, although you may believe you are experiencing some way-out religious experience the first time your astral body stirs.

You don’t need intelligence. The experience is open to all intellects. It doesn’t matter what or who you are, African or Arctic Eskimo, member of Mensa or Moron. We are all the same here as you will discover by the end of this book.

As usual, the best students are often the ones who know nothing about the subject but are interested enough and willing enough to put in a little effort to learn it. They have no preconceived notions about what to expect and so already have minimised their stumbling blocks. No doubt if you are reading this book, you have read others and all I ask of you is that you forget about what Joe Bloggs wrote in his bestseller and simply focus on what is written here. Joe’s bestseller couldn’t have been that good either or you wouldn’t be sitting there reading this at all. If you do have any literature on the subject, put it in a cupboard somewhere and forget all about it at least until you've read this and given everything outlined in these pages a fair go. This is one subject, where most 'experts' are nothing of the sort and have about as much knowledge of OOBES as I have of open-heart surgery. I also want you to know that I am not a professional writer (What do you mean you could tell?). So if my English seems to wander off and commit suicide occasionally, please forgive me. I do find books on this subject, especially those published in recent years are often way off beam and are essentially a little knowledge stretched out to look like a lot. A great many of them are little more than tedious rubbish, but people are taken in by them and ultimately disappointed when the latest sure fire system fails them. I’ve read quite a few books on this over the past 40 years or so and only two of them really gave me a lot of useful information and again you will find them described at the back.

At the turn of the last century, people like Oliver Fox and Sylvan Muldoon were writing about the OOBE in simplistic, easy to follow layman’s terms. The subject had not been plasticised or polluted with rubbish back then and it showed. These older books may look like they belong in a museum but they are essential reading, as these guys were far nearer the truth than the jet-set quacks who seem to have hijacked the subject nowadays. If you’ve ever been in a bookshop and picked some of these modern books off the shelves and read the blurbs on the back-covers, it is enough to make you want to heave. One of them expounded, in all seriousness, that there are this many Karmic Layers, this many Quabbalistic layers and so many other layers in the astral world. Just how does the person who wrote the book know that? It would take you a physical life-time and more just exploring the layer you're going to find yourself in right at the start of the experience! This is a great pity, because the truly great writers on this subject from yesteryear have all but been eclipsed by these greedy fools and it’s a sad fact of life that people today are more taken in by a glossy dust jacket featuring a hunky looking angel with a six pack than they are with a damp smelling old tome they spot in the local charity shop. And worse, the people who write them have no deep love of the subject apart from turning a buck.

Don't succumb to the marketing and don't fill your head with rubbish if you are serious in your attempt to trigger an oobe. Just keep in your head that this is a naturally occurring phenomenon and you will have at least one of them in your life whether you want to or not as you make that step into the next phase of your existence. Astrally projecting your true self is nothing more than having a quick look at the next chapter of a book without finishing the last one.

I have felt for a number of years that what is badly needed here is a no-nonsense guide to this subject written in plain English. Where nothing is dressed up to fit in with the latest trends or the reader is forced to scan through a lot of scientific data they are not remotely interested in. This book is straight from the heart and it is the truth. I want to help you achieve an OOBE and after years of experience I am certain I can help you get there in as little as one month. This is the subject as it is to me and anyone who takes the time to read and re-read these pages will almost certainly be successful at some point. The book is written as lightly as possible so as not to scare off any reader who may be a little nervous at the whole concept and I will share a few of my own experiences with you as we go on as a constant barrage of data is not easy for anyone to digest without a little diversion here and there. I truly feel that you need to get a bit of background on me personally to understand how OOBES occur and what makes them occur. I’m sorry if this puts you off reading further but private person though I am, I know you will have to read this to get a better understanding of it. Just remember, the only chanting anyone ever heard from me is When is my next day off, when is my next day off.

Chapter 1

Early Days

Despite coming from hardy stock, I was a sickly child. My Father, one of five brothers was born to a tough Italian immigrant in the Elephant and Castle in London back in 1926. Their old man had sunk every penny he had into buying a little cafe in Newington Causeway, the main road that leads to London Bridge about a mile further on. My Uncle Carmen was still there as the Cafe owner right up until 1976 when the whole area was redeveloped. The building to me as a child, was a strange affair, with the cafe taking up the ground floor. Two steep flights of stairs led up to the living room with tiny built in kitchen and another floor up to two bedrooms and a toilet. There was no bathroom.

You could say the cafe business was in my Fathers blood and he also acquired a cafe in fleet street in the early 60s, long before the area had become what it is today with its overinflated rents and property values. This area was once the hub of Britain's Newspaper industry before being totally destroyed by money mad parasites some twenty years later and the place was busy all day.

As children, my brother and I barely saw him and his routine never varied. He left our modest terraced house in Sherwood Park Road, Mitcham, Surrey at 5.30 am every morning and got back at around 7pm. He worked six days a week and went to bed every night at precisely 9.40pm. By Sunday he was too tired to do little else apart from crash out in a deckchair in the back garden and read the Sunday papers until he fell asleep after his usual roast dinner. It was always referred to as his house, never ours. Family time had not yet been invented back in the sixties and what 'bringing up' there was to be done was left to my Mother Mary.

Once regarded as one of the best street fighters in Glasgow’s Gallowgate area back in her youth(an achievement she was immensely proud of), Mother was stick thin but had the kind of temper that more than made up for her diminutive stature. This got steadily worse as her marriage to my Father crumbled away over the eleven years they were together and she would often vent her fury on my brother and I through zealous use of a thick leather belt and most anything else that came to hand. Still, looking back, it was probably good grounding for the coming Catholic education.

Anthony, two years younger than me, was a far hardier specimen than I and while he smashed windfall apples in the back garden with a hammer while telling everyone he was a businessman, I languished in bed, the victim of yet another spiteful bug or childhood malady doing the rounds. I spent more than one Christmas lying in that bed, too pale and sick to join in with what festivities we had back in those days while the temporary ceasefire lasted downstairs. I waltzed from one illness to another and by the time I was about ready for primary school I was unnaturally thin and frail and seemed to have a head permanently stuffed full of catarrh. It was so bad I spoke through my nose in a tinny whine that drove everyone mad, even me. Even the Doctor agreed that my permanent diarrhoea was caused by my swallowing so much green gunk in average. Having my tonsils out, a very popular operation back then, had little effect and I remained as I had always been, the runt of a small litter. Oh the joys of childhood.....right! I'll keep old age any day.

My earliest memories are dogged by this, but I also remember something else that even to a small child like me