M.I.A.S. BULLETIN - A COMMUNICATION FROM THE MONROE INSTITUTE OF APPLIED SCIENCES - DR. ELISABETH KUBLER-ROSS (#G22580)

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 M.I.A.S. BULLETIN
 A COMMUNICATION FROM THE MONROE INSTITUTE OF APPLIED SCIENCES
 DR. ELISABETH KUBLER-ROSS
 The following is an excerpt
 from an article in the February,
 1980, issue of Cosmopolitan A4ag-
 a.z i ne
 tmmediatel)~ read up on the subject and subsequently got in.
 touch with Robert A. Monroe, a Virginia businessperson
 who has had hundreds of such experiences himself, some of
 which he describes in amind-boggling book called Journeys
 Our of rite Budr. Monroe has a laboratory in Virginia where
 he does out-of-body research, which includes experimenta-
 tion with teaching people how to have out-of-body experi-
 ences on command. Elisabeth wanted very much to learn
 this so that she might better understand the experiences of
 her patients, so she went to visit Monroe and succeeded
 without difficulty in mastering his techniques.
 Her account of where this led her ,began to flow in a
 nonstop stream of words that she constantly described as
 inadequate to communicate the truth of what happened. I sat
 spellbound as she recreated for me a remarkable experience
 that  she  seems  herself  to  view  with, a  combination  of
 matter-of-factness and astill-lingering sense of amazement
 and awe. She touched m}~ arm often as she spoke, as if to
 make sure that I was still "with her" on her journey:
 "When ]decide to do something. 1 do it wholeheartedly,
 and  one great  asset  1  have  is  that  ]  am  not  afraid  of.
 anything-or almost anything. But Bob Monroe didn't know
 that; so when I had my first experiment 1 went too fast, and
 he interfered when I was just at the ceiling. He called me,
 and I went `kerplunk' back into m}' body. 1 was mad as
 could  he. It was the first time I  was  able to do it on
 command, and it was a big thrill that it actually worked. I
 was like an excited child, but just as I Has getting to the
 ceiling, boom. So the next time, I thought, 'I'm going to beat
 him to it. 1 am Ruing so far that he can't catch me.' That's in
 our language, ++hich in an nut-of-body thing doesn't exist.?
 "So the moment we,stancd, 1 said to myself. 'I am going
 so fast that nobody has ever gone that fast, and I am going
 further than ambod)? has ever gone.' And at that moment
 when ]said that, 1 took off faster than the speed of light. 1
 felt like 1 must have gone a million miles, in m)' language.
 But 1 ++as :Ding horizontal instead of  up. You understand
 that in an out-nl-hod+ experience there is no space and no
 time, but you arc so conditioned in )'our thinking that you
 think )ou ha+e to go up or other+vise you Nill hit a wall or
 something. The rnomcnt ] realized I a~as rnin~ at the speed
 of iieht horizontall+, 1 switched and made a rieht-angle turn,
 rounded  a  hi~~  hill  and went  up.  And  tfien  1  started  to
 e.vprrimcnt. ]t is incredible to get to a piacr inhere there is
 no time and space.
 "It was an important vocage, and I had a super ume. 1
 was in total, absolute, compietest silence, and I ++as thrilled
 about experiencing this. .And I went to  a  place ~~~ far that
 when 1 came back, something very incredible happened. ]
 felt like a beaming source of light is the best. de~~ripnon 1
 can give you. ]felt like :~ source of light that could illumi-
 nate the darkest corner o; the world-1 can't describe it an)
 other way.
 "When 1 walked out of the laboratory, evcnbod) stared
 at me and asked what had happened, but L had no recollec-
 tion-] could not remember or tell them where 1 was. All 1
 knew  was  that  something  so  absolutel}  incredible  had
 happened tome that it was beyond description. All I could
 remember was the word Shartri Niia}~a, and nobody there
 knew what that meant. Thee tried every .gimmick to get me
 to remember,  but  nothing  worked-I  know  now  it  was
 because 1 didn't want to share it .'et. It was too sacred to
 share with a bunch of strangers.
 "That night the sleeping arrangements where 1 was were
 such -that l ended up sleeping alone in a very isolated guest
 house, and I was in a yuestioning sort of conflict, feeling
 that should I actually go to sleep there. something horren-
 dour would happen. 1 thought of taking a room in a motel
 and asking to be in the presence of other human beings, but
 at the moment I contemplated m)? alternatives, I knew that I
 had gone too far and could not back out. I had to finish up
 what 1 had. started-that's all I knew at the moment. So I
 went into that house, and ]knew the imminence of some-
 thing  horrendous-not  horrible,  but  .horrendous-that
 something horrendous would happen. I couldn't sleep, and I
 couldn't stay awake, I wanted to sleep to avoid  it,  but 1
 knew at the same time that I could not avoid it.
 "And then I had one of the most incredible experiences of
 my life. In one sentence: 1 went through every single death
 of every single one of my thousand patients. And I mean the
 physical pain, the dyspnea [labored breathing], the agony,
 the screaming for help. The pain was be)~ond any descrip-
 tion. There was no time to think and no time for anything
 except that twice I caught a breath, like between two labor
 pains. I was able to catch my breath like for a split second,
 and I pleaded, I guess, with God for a shoulder to lean on,
 for one human shoulder, and 1 visualized a man's shoulder
 that I could put my head on. And a thunderous voice came:
 'Yau shall not be given.' Those words. And then I went
 back to my agony and pain and dyspnea and doubling up in
 the bed. Hut I was awake. 1 mean, it wasn't a dream. I w?as
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 reliving ever}' single death of ever}' one of m}' d}'ing pa-
 tients-and ever}~ aspect of it. not just the physical.
 "Then  about an  ctcrnit}  later, 1  begged  fora hand to
 hold. I~f}' fantas}' u?as that a hand would come up on the
 right side of the bed and 1 could hold it. And then again this
 voice: `You shall not be given." Then you know, there u as
 the whole self-pity trip ]went through: '1've held so many
 hands, and yet ] am not to have even one hand in my ou?n
 hour of  aconv-that  whole  thing.  IShe  laughs.)  1  didn't
 have time to think  of all this, but it was all part of  the
 agon}'. Then for a moment I contemplated whether I should
 ask for a fingertip-a fingertip I couldn't hold on to, but at
 'cast I a~ould know about the presence of another human
 being. Rut typicoll}  me, 7 said, 'Dammit, na. If I can't get
 unc hand, 1 don't want a fingertip ei[her.' That w'as my final
 outpouring of rage and indignity at God or whoever, that 1
 didn~t  want  a  fingertip if 1 couldn't have a hand. ]t was
 ,omething like anger or defiance, but also the realization
 that in the ultimafc agon} you have to do it alone=nobody
 can do it for you.
 "Once I realized this, 1 said in almost a challencinc wa~'-
 and again this is not  in words but in experience-'Okay.
 Give it to me.