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Now, Betty, do exactly what Richard Bach and Leslie did, I coaxed myself as if I were someone else. I closed the book, Bridge Across Forever and added. If they can fly,—travel outside their body--so can you. All you have to do follow their lead. Go into a deep meditation, state who you want to see--the purpose of your travel, and wait.

Lying flat on my back, on Stan’s and my king size bed, I stated clearly to myself that I wanted to see Richard and Leslie, Bach’s wife, if they were flying, and my dad who had past away. Then I talked my body into deep relaxation beginning with my feet. I concentrated on feeling between each toe, then the arch, the heel and the sides of my feet, suggesting relaxation and release of all tension. Slowly and methodically I continued up past my ankles, legs, knees, thighs to the top of my head. Then I waited. And waited and waited longer.

It was between 2 or 3 am when I burst out of the top of my head. Feeling as light as the air surrounding me, I raced through space as if on a roller coaster, roaring up and down, giggling like a kid on her first ride. Never had I liked any of those carnival rides before. This time it was phenomenal. I could hear the rush of the wind past my ears and feel the up and down, highs and lows of the speeding rail. Abruptly my travel stopped as quickly as it had begun.

I saw three figures in brilliant color, as if floating side by side about 20 feet in front of me. They had the “cord” I had read about, that ties the spiritual body to the physical body beneath them. My first thought was that I needed to be closer to see if, in fact, the figures were Richard, Leslie Parrish Bach and my dad. Unfortunately my next thought was, “I must not forget this”. The book had stated emphatically that remembering the flight was a necessity. However, as this fear-thought entered my mind, I was catapulted back to our bedroom, no ride or wind in my hair this time. Hovering in the upper left hand corner of the room, I could see myself and my husband in our bed. Stan was sound asleep on his left side while I lay on my back, eyes wide open, with a huge smile on my face.

I wondered why I was smiling and then I remembered how I had laughed with joy during my travel into space. Now looking into my own eyes, I was amazed; I was staring at myself, shocked and awed! I entered my body again, heavily, as if in a weighted body suit, I felt the bed relax beneath me. I flew. I thought, pleased with myself. I knew I had flown and was exuberant and grateful.

How could I possibly tell Stan what I had experienced? Could I wake him now? Would he think I had dreamed my flight? Or, would he think I needed to be carted away like a loony, middle aged wife who had fantasized too many times? I knew better, that Stan, my closest friend, would listen. I decided to wait, anxious to tell him whatever his response.

It seemed as though he would never stir, never hear the incredible story I itched to tell. As soon as he made his first move, I whispered, “Stan, are you awake”. He mumbled a groggy, “uh huh”, and I pleaded, “Please don’t move, I have something to tell you”.

I related my story exactly as I had experienced it. Telling my truth is very important to me. He listened attentively. When finished, I asked, “Will you fly with me”?

Thoughtfully he replied, “Yes, after I read the book”. About six weeks later, we set out to fly together…

This true experience shows the value of a real friend, a confidant, that one can feel safe telling anything, knowing that no matter how strange the tale, the trusted one will listen. My husband listened attentively, believed me, and even agreed to test the experience himself. Having someone to talk to, who will listen and be your sounding board, whether they choose to follow in your footsteps (flight plan) or not, is a treasure.

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