While staying at my apartment for a weekend, my new girlfriend, Brie, told me she astral traveled and had been to Jupiter and Mars. I had my doubts about her unbelievable claim. I just couldn’t accept she had left her body and went on, so to speak, astral plane field trips to other planets. I didn’t press her about her crazy claims. I played along with her story.
I said, “Isn’t it risky to leave your body like that? What if you got lost out there and couldn’t find your way back, or what if an evil entity tried to enter your body while you were out of it?
“No way”, Brie said. “I’ve been doing this for years. Never got lost or seen any evil entities. Matter of fact, tonight I’m going to travel to Neptune.”
“Really?” I said.
“Yes, really, and I’ll tell you all about it when we wake up tomorrow.”
I went to bed with her that night wondering what kind of story she’d concoct in the morning.
That morning she didn’t wake up. She wasn’t dead, her heart was beating. I wondered if she’d really left her body and got lost traveling so far. Her condition was too coincidental to be just medical; I was certain her body was unoccupied, and I didn’t know what to do. I was freaking out. I felt I had no other choice but to call 911.
At the hospital, the doctor said she was comatose, and had to stay there as the doctors tried to revive her. I felt that what he said about the coma was untrue but was relieved that at least she was safe in the hospital and maybe the doctors were right.
A year went by, she remained comatose, and the doctors declared she expired. At her wake, as if rising from the dead, she sat up in the coffin smiling, alive, and back from her extended trip to Neptune.
Bob Boyd