The Haunted Recliner
I gave away what turned out to be a haunted recliner!!! First, some background: I’ve taken the week long residential program called the Gateway Voyage at The Monroe Institute. My interest was initially peaked by the books of the founder, Robert Monroe, in his books Journeys Out Of The Body, Far Journey and Ultimate Journey. Although the institute will tell you that the purpose of the Gateway Voyage is not to give you an out of body experience, they say, “The out-of-body state and tools that may be utilized to achieve this particular state of consciousness are covered in the Gateway Voyage®, but that is only a small part of the program’s overall scope.”
They describe the Gateway Voyage as “an on campus six-day intensive program designed to provide the participant with tools that can enable: development and exploration of human consciousness; deeper levels of self-discovery; expansion of one’s awareness; willful control of that awareness; communication with and visits to other energy systems and realities.”
Being an explorer of consciousness and having experienced many different dimensions of reality, including the out of body experience, I was excited to take it to the next level.
Earlier I found myself spending too much time in my new recliner, so after careful consideration of “is-that-what-I want-to-spend-so-much-time doing?” I took it out to the curb. Before I even walked away from it, a pickup drove up and the man asked what was wrong with the chair. “Nothing,” I said, “I just don’t have room for it anymore.” Not a lie, it’s true I no longer have room in my life for something that encourages me to be inactive *hehe* So he loaded the chair onto his truck and away he went.
I was walking around the block three months later and saw the same man with the pickup, dragging the recliner out to his curb, and I asked why he was getting rid of the chair. He said his wife claims it is haunted! But, he said, he sat in it every night and it never felt haunted to him. So when his wife saw us talking, she came outside and said when she’d sit in the chair after the kids were down for their naps each afternoon, just as she was falling asleep she would feel ghosts hovering around her, moving around and touching her. She said they never did it to her husband or the kids. And that was why they were throwing it away, so none of the kids got in the chair and had something happen to them.
I walked away thinking that was weird but didn’t think too much else about it, since I was busy with work thoughts. Later it occurs to me: usually afternoons were when I would sit in the chair. Since I’d been preparing for the Monroe Gateway Voyage, all year long I’d been listening to their audiotapes and doing out of body exercises. If I sat in the chair later in the evenings to proof read, I did not do the OOBE exercises. So when the wife sat in the chair in the late afternoons to nap, my invisible helpers must have thought that was their signal to help me out so we could be on our way, only it wasn’t me and they scared her!
Being a busy mother, she might have even had the thought as she reclined each afternoon – “help me out of here!” or “take me away from this!” which the invisible helpers might have taken as a signal it was time to begin a session. Since her husband was in the chair in the evenings, that wasn’t the time I would do OOBE work, so the helpers didn’t come to him. That is what I figured out though, or rather, what came to me in meditation when I wasn’t even thinking about the topic. Maybe they thought I was too busy to make the appointment myself *hehe* and thought she was my stand-in.
It makes me wonder what we look like to “them” though if they can’t tell us apart… I’m just kidding – kind of … I think really it’s just a thoughtform attached to the chair, doing an automatic action whenever someone assumes the position.
Here I am at the Monroe Institute out by the giant crystal. Notice the single big orb directly above the crystal.
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