Preston Dennett - Out-of-Body Exploring: A Beginners Approach

Also by Preston Dennett

California Ghosts (Schiffer, 2004)

Extraterrestrial Visitations (Llewellyn, 2001)

UFOs Over Topanga Canyon (Llewellyn, 1999)

One in Forty: The UFO Epidemic (Kroshka, 1997)

UFO Healings (Wild Flower, 1996)

Copyright 2004

by Preston Dennett

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Dennett, Preston E., 1965

Out-of-body exploring : a beginner's approach / Preston Dennett.

p. cm.

Includes bibliographical references.

ISBN 1-57174-409-6 (alk. paper)

1. Astral projection. I. Title.

BF1389.A7D45 2004

133.9'5dc22

2004013415

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

Printed on acid-free paper in the United States

I would like to dedicate this book to you,

the reader, with a wish and a blessing

that you too will partake of the infinite joy, power,

and knowledge of the out-of-body experience.

I have so many people I'd like to thank. First I would like to thank my mother for taking me on various tours into other dimensions. I would also like to thank my spirit guides, who have elected to remain anonymous, even to me. I'd like to thank my sister-in-law, Christy, for supporting me in my adventures. I'd like to thank the many teachers who have helped me along the way, including Robert Monroe, Bruce Moen, Robert Bruce, Robert Peterson, Stephen LaBerge, Samael Eon Weor, Jane Roberts, and the many other pioneers who have blazed a path into the unknown so that others may follow. Finally, I'd like to thank the Hampton Roads Publishing Company for being the world's leading publisher of out-of-body books. I couldn't have done it with-out them.

Every out-of-body traveler remembers when they first began going out of the body.

For me, it began on October 14, 1984, with a phone call.

I will remember that morning always. It was a beautiful bright sunny day. The Santa Ana winds had cleared the sky of the ever-present L.A. smog. I woke up in a fantastic mood. I turned to my sister Valerie (at that time we shared a bedroom) and remarked on how beautiful it was and how great I felt. She turned to me and said, Me too! We both thought that was unusual.

The phone call came when I was alone in the house. I was nineteen years old, the fifth of six children. In some ways, life in our house was just like the Brady Bunch, always bustling with activity. I couldn't believe I had the house to myself that morning.

I answered the phone, and a lady started to ask me questions about my mother.

To whom am I speaking? she asked.

I'm her son Preston. Who is this?

This is Connie from her office. Do you know where she is?

Yes, I replied. She's in San Francisco, at a convention.

When did you last speak with her?

A couple of days ago. Is there something wrong?

How old are you? Connie asked.

Nineteen. Is there something wrong with my mother?

There was no answer. After a few seconds, the reply came. Your mother was found dead in her hotel room this morning. She died instantly of a massive heart attack.

In that second, my entire world shifted. My mother was dead.

I later learned the details. She had just taken a shower. She called room service and ordered breakfast. The heart attack came while she was blow-drying her hair. She was found lying halfway through the bathroom door reaching for the phone.

And so, at age nineteen, I had my first real experience with death.

Death is a strange thing. Sooner or later, we all die. And yet, we avoid the subject. Even when it strikes someone close to us, we avoid it. Now I understood why. It was too hard.

After getting over the initial shock, I realized that I knew little or nothing about death. I was sure, however, that there was no such thing as life after death.

Two weeks later, at the service, I saw my mother's ghost.

The service was being held at a friend's house. We all gathered to mourn and to give our last respects. As my father drove up in his car, I saw someone sitting next to him. As his car approached, I was wondering who it could be.

I got the shock of my life. There my mother sat in the front passenger seat, not ten feet away from me, as solid as could be. She sat poised, with her hands in her lap, just as she would normally. After a few seconds, she faded away and disappeared. Another family friend was sitting there instead, a black man. Not believing in ghosts, I simply assumed I was hallucinating. I told no one.

My ghost sighting became my dark secret.

As the months passed, our family settled back into its routine. I continued to attend college and worked part-time doing data entry. About a year and a half later, I had a second bizarre experience, which I classified at the time as a dream.

I wake up (false awakening) when my mother walks into my bedroom. I sit up in bed, totally astonished. I am sure that I am really awake. I know instantly that this is really my mother. I tell her, You can't be here, you're dead!

She smiles and shakes her head gently. It doesn't matter.

I am so amazed and happy to see her that we just hug. As we embrace, I can't believe how real it feels. Even though I know she has died, I am totally convinced that I am in her presence.

After a few moments, I awake. (April 1986)

As I lay there in bed, it took me a second to get my bearings. My mom was still dead. It had all been just a dream.

Just a dream... but it seemed so real. But it couldn't be real, because there is no such thing as life after death.

On some level, I was still convinced I had just been visited by my mother with an urgent message that there is life after death. But I just couldn't believe it.

My reasoning was simple. It can't be, therefore it isn't. And forget the fact that she came to me in a dream. Forget the fact that I saw her ghost. There is no such thing as life after death, period.

My mom, however, apparently thought differently, because it wasn't long before she visited me again.

It was the same thing. I woke up when someone walked into my bedroom. With a shock, I realized it was my mother. I was so excited to see her, I jumped up and hugged her. After a few moments, I woke up in bed.

Again, I told no one and just filed the experience in the back of my mind. However, as a result, I slowly developed an interest in the paranormal. I soon read everything I could about shamanism, UFOs, ghosts, channeling, dreams, life after death, and eventually out-of-body experiences (OBEs).

Intrigued by the possibility that I could have my own OBEs, I decided to give it a try. To my total shock, it worked. I soon began to have out-of-body experiences on a regular basis. After literally years of effort and practice, I eventually learned how to control the out-of-body state. As of this writing, I have had more than a thousand conscious OBEs.