It is an age old question: is the soul eternal? Mankind has been asking this question since the beginning of time, throughout all civilizations, all around the world. So who am I to try to answer such a question? I am just a simple girl who has had some pretty extraordinary experiences. One such experience occurred in June of 2008 in Southern California.
I was in San Diego working at a convention and I was sad, incredibly sad. I had just learned that the man I loved had moved in with the woman with whom he had replaced me, virtually instantly. I was devastated, absolutely gutted. It was painful enough that he had replaced me so quickly, but this had been the best friend I’d ever had in my life, and he had callously cut me from his life and broken off all contact, as if I’d never meant anything to him at all. To learn that he had now moved in with her was just the proverbial icing on the cake, on a very dark and disgusting cake.
I could not function. Here I was at this conference booth, dressed up in my sharp suit, trying to sell our product to whomever walked by…but I was just going through the motions. My head was entirely elsewhere and as I had just learned this painful news, I was quite nauseous and unstable on my feet. I decided that I needed a nap: the kind of nap where you just disappear into the mattress, where you fall heavily into an alternate reality and forget about the waking world, even if only for a short time.
The afternoon break came and I immediately went back to my hotel room and sank into the bed and cried. It hurt so badly. “Will this pain ever go away?”, I asked myself. Of course I’d been through heartache before in my life, this was certainly not the first time. But this was by far the most profound, the most life-altering and I could sense that it was a grief that I would carry with me forever. I tried to cry myself to sleep….
…Suddenly I was at the foot of the bed, looking back at myself sleeping. I was initially confused. “How can I be seeing from over here if my body is over there?”, I asked myself. “How can I be looking back at myself?” I asked myself if I was dreaming. “No! This is definitely not a dream. I am more awake, more lucid than I’ve ever felt.”, I exclaimed to myself. I looked around the room and saw all of the reminders that I was in fact in my hotel room: I saw my suitcase on the floor, my shoes by the side of the bed, and I saw my body sleeping in the exact position in which I knew I had fallen asleep, with my left arm tucked under my head. I looked down at myself where I was…I was floating!
In that instant it hit me… I was outside of my body! I was having my very first Out of Body Experience. Now, all of my life I had believed in this sort of thing, it is not something I had ever questioned. Whenever I’d read stories about other people having OBEs (Out of Body Experiences) and near death experiences, and read the similarities between all of the different stories around the world, I’d never had any doubt of their veracity. I’d always found it fascinating and intriguing. But it never occurred to me that this could happen to me.
What happened next would blow me away. I floated over to my sleeping body and I began stroking my hair. I said to myself, to the me sleeping in the bed, “Don’t worry Jeannie, everything is going to be ok.” The physical me began to cry and at that moment I swept back into myself and BOOM: I woke up in the bed, tears pouring down my face.
I immediately knew what had happened: my higher self had given me a message of comfort that day, a message of higher truth. I was speechless… But not only was I speechless, I was elated. Before I had gone to sleep, I had been devastated beyond all belief, and while that pain was still very much alive, I had just discovered something so much greater, something that made that pain virtually irrelevant, and something that I knew would change my life forever. I had just confirmed for myself that the soul is eternal, that our physical bodies are merely a vessel and that when this body breaks down, our soul lives on and goes elsewhere. I simply knew this with 100% certainty.
People have asked me if perhaps it could have been a dream, and I know some people will read this and think that. And as you read, that was the first thing I asked myself when I realized what was happening. All I can say is that anyone else who has experienced an OBE will know with 100% certainty that it was not a dream. There is no greater lucidity, no greater alertness than you feel during an OBE. You feel an incredibly heightened sense of awareness and knowing, far greater than you feel in the waking world. On top of that, you feel an incredible amount of peace, a lightness and a Universal love. You can feel that you are connected to and part of something greater.
Whatever was going on in my physical life, whatever painful emotions I felt, I knew that from that moment on, my life would never be the same again. I now knew that I was part of something greater, some elaborate and intricate scheme (whatever it may be), and that my soul was eternal. I now knew that my body was just that, a body, and that the soul would continue living on after this life. Armed with that knowledge, I know that I can walk through my life on this Earth and I can experience everything from a much higher place of awareness. I can handle anything that comes my way, for I now know how fleeting, how temporary it all is, and how small our human problems really are in the grand scheme of things. I now have a higher vision, and with that…. peace.