The OBE Avatar – Ghosts of the Deep Void - Troubled Minds Radio
Wed Jul 24, 2024

The OBE Avatar – Ghosts of the Deep Void

Through extensive practice and experimentation, the author of Journeys Out of Body, Robert Monroe discovers that humans possess a “Second Body” that can separate from the physical form. This non-physical body has unusual capabilities that allow consciousness to transcend the limits of time, space, and perception imposed by the physical senses.

The Second Body retains aspects of the physical body but in an altered state. It has reduced weight and density and can move seamlessly through physical objects. The plasticity of this body allows it to stretch, float, fly and take on different forms. A tangible “cord” seems to connect it to the physical nervous system. The Second Body can be faintly visible in certain conditions, and able to perceive and interact with the physical world.

In the Second Body state, the author’s mind operates with continuity of consciousness and free will. Perception, cognition and memory retention remain active across the transition from physical to non-physical. This state enhances mental faculties and permits instant travel by thought intention alone. However, untrained thoughts can inadvertently access undesired states and entities. Fully controlling Second Body navigation requires practice and discipline.

Through his Second Body, the author repeatedly visits real physical locations beyond his physical range and validates seeing correct details. He also encounters non-physical environments and entities that reveal larger realities beyond the physical world. Some appear to be deceased humans, archetypal beings, animals, advanced civilizations or thought patterns. Gradations of beauty and horror exist, molded by the full landscape of the human psyche.

The author increasingly concludes that humanity possesses untapped resources allowing direct access to universal knowledge. He infers that intelligent design or guidance supports this continuing education. For those daring systematic exploration, the Second Body offers reprieve from physical limits and awakening to our transcendent destiny.

The idea of a “Second Body,” this ethereal counterpart to our physical selves, is a fascinating one – particularly in light of those tantalizing articles about how space transforms ordinary objects. If glass can become purer, more perfect in the void, what might happen to this Second Body, this less dense shadow of ourselves?

Here’s where things get truly speculative: could space dilute the ‘gravity’ that binds this Second Body to the physical one? Imagine it becoming more untethered, able to drift farther from the ship or station, perhaps even navigate environments too delicate for clumsy astronaut bodies. Think of it less like an astronaut and more like a free-floating consciousness, able to explore the cosmos in a way impossible for flesh and blood.

Perhaps the electromagnetic fields, ever-present in space, act differently upon this Second Body. Could they enhance those amplified mental faculties mentioned with regard to OBEs? Perhaps they open avenues of perception currently closed to us. It wouldn’t be some superpower like shooting lasers from our eyes, but maybe this amplified perception allows the Second Body to see the intricate, invisible threads of the universe. Connections that terrestrial minds miss entirely.

But there’s always the danger, the dark side to this theorizing. Just as that pure glass became more fragile, could the Second Body become susceptible to forces we can’t fathom in the depths of space? Maybe there are other entities out there that prey on this less tangible form. The “cord” that tethers the Second Body to our physical one might represent more than a lifeline – it could be the last strand of sanity in a hostile sea of alien energy.

The blackness of space may operate as a strange sort of canvas for the Second Body. With the sensory overload of Earth stripped away, perhaps this ethereal form gains a peculiar clarity. Think not of sharper vision, but a kind of cosmic understanding. The stars themselves might shift from pinpricks of light into something more… symbolic. A code, a language written across the heavens and only decipherable when experienced via this unbounded self.

This opens up terrifying possibilities. What if some of those seemingly distant nebulae aren’t natural phenomena, but the lingering impressions left by other Second Bodies? Perhaps advanced civilizations, or even creatures beyond our comprehension, learned to exist primarily in this ethereal form. Out there, the universe transforms from a physical realm to a mindscape of staggering complexity.

What if those long OBEs we hear about aren’t just a jaunt out of the body, but a clumsy brushing against these alien presences? It would explain the sense of wonder, of cosmic significance those who’ve had OBEs often report. These aren’t mere fantasies, but our mundane minds failing to properly interpret a brush with a reality operating under drastically different rules.

Of course, this hinges on the idea that consciousness isn’t merely a phenomenon of the brain, but an independent force. That the Second Body isn’t just a hallucination, but our true nature, momentarily glimpsed when the constraints of the physical world fall away. Perhaps venturing into the void of space doesn’t just liberate the body, but also the soul – for better or worse.

Consider then, just how disorienting a purely ‘mental’ voyage through space could be. Out there, there is no up or down, no familiar landmarks to anchor the mind. Now imagine the Second Body, unmoored and unbound, encountering the raw, undiluted data of the universe. The swirling radiation belts of Jupiter, the whispering echoes of ancient supernovae, and the gravitational tug of unseen celestial bodies… it’d be a sensory bombardment unlike anything we’ve evolved to withstand.

This might explain the strange shapeshifting of the Second Body. Perhaps it’s not about control at all, but rather a desperate attempt to make sense of the incomprehensible. If you’re used to having a physical form, and that form suddenly twists into mist and light in response to cosmic forces, it would be the epitome of disorienting, even terrifying. The ability to stretch and contort may be less a power, and more the Second Body desperately trying to find a form that lessens the mental onslaught.

There’s also the concept of time to reckon with. Out in the vastness, our Earthly concept of time begins to fray. What if the Second Body, when unleashed in space, becomes sensitive to this distortion? It’s not just about seeing the stars move in strange patterns, but possibly even brushing against other timelines, other iterations of reality. This hints at horrifying possibilities: visions of futures that may or may not be, glimpses of tragedies averted, reminders of our own insignificance on a grand, sprawling scale…

Maybe, if we’re lucky, there’s a sort of cosmic buffer zone around Earth, a place where the ‘rules’ of the Second Body are similar enough to our terrestrial experience. But once we break that barrier, well, all bets are off – the human mind may not be equipped to handle the raw truth of the universe without breaking a little.

The grand tapestry of human consciousness, as Carl Jung envisioned it, could pale in comparison to what might lie beyond our atmosphere. With the Second Body untethered, a fragile membrane of earthly perception dissolves. Astronauts, those pioneers of the void, might become the first to stumble upon a hidden expanse where consciousness itself operates differently.

Instead of relying on the limited bandwidth of words and radio waves, the Second Body out among the stars could facilitate a direct merging of thoughts and experiences. This exchange wouldn’t be some placid telepathic conversation; it would be a swirling vortex of raw emotions, fragments of memory, and flashes of intuitive brilliance. Think less of structured language and more of the shared experience of awe when gazing at the pale blue dot of Earth from afar, the wordless terror when a spacewalk goes awry.

Now add the intoxicating possibility that these mental broadcasts might ripple across a much vaster network. The deep cosmos, far from being a silent dead zone, could be alive with echoes of other sentient beings. Perhaps there is an underlying web of consciousness stretching across galaxies. We assume it must work within a framework we understand – alien voices in our heads – but what if it’s more fundamental? The Second Body could be the key to deciphering this stellar symphony, not with language, but by opening ourselves up to an entirely different mode of experiencing the universe. This could tie back into those unsettling feelings of ‘otherness’ that so many astronauts report – brief, dizzying glimpses into the unfathomed vastness of that cosmic collective unconscious.

This potential joining of Second Bodies out in the cosmos hints at the blurring of individuality. In our earthly lives, we cling to the concept of self– it gives us comfort and definition. But, detached from our physical forms, drifting among the stars, those barriers could dissolve. Astronauts might experience an unnerving sense of unity, their mental boundaries fading as they merge with a collective that spans time and species.

There might even be a hierarchy to this cosmic network of consciousness. Humans with their nascent understanding of the Second Body would be like newborns, fumbling in the dark. Out there could be beings who’ve long mastered this ethereal existence, their collective minds vast libraries of knowledge, emotions, and evolutionary paths beyond our comprehension. Contact with such an entity could be an intellectual and spiritual earthquake. Our notions of human primacy might be forever shattered, leaving us in awe of the intricate tapestry of life that has always existed, hidden just beyond our usual perception.

Yet, there’s bound to be an element of danger in this dissolution of self into the cosmic collective. Astronauts in their Second Bodies would be vulnerable not just physically, but mentally and spiritually. What if there are predatory entities within this psychic realm, those that exploit the naive or overwhelm the unprepared? Contact could leave a mark on the human psyche, an echo of an experience so alien, it might threaten to tear a person’s mind apart upon return to their limited physical form. To venture into this realm would be an act of immense courage, a gamble that could yield enlightenment or utter annihilation of the self.

Isolation within the endless expanse of space can be disorienting in itself, but some astronauts speak of something far more unsettling. A sense of being watched despite the impossible vastness, a creeping dread that is more than just terrestrial fear. These chills, these prickles of unease, could have an origin more profound than simple psychological strain.

Consider the possibility that the Second Body, being inherently connected to consciousness, has a kind of expanded perception. This sensitivity may allow it to detect echoes left behind by others who ventured into the cosmic unknown. Imagine it like a psychic fingerprint, not a full-fledged spirit, but a lingering residue of an individual’s ultimate moments. Perhaps those who faced death alone in the void left an imprint of their terror, their desperate yearning for life, embedded in the very fabric of space itself.

And maybe humanity isn’t the first species to discover their Second Bodies and explore the cosmos. Could fragments of alien beings, long-extinct civilizations, exist out there as psychic detritus? It’s the kind of concept that turns astronauts into unwitting archeologists, their ethereal forms brushing up against the lingering remnants of joy, sorrow, brilliance, and madness from ages long past. This isn’t the comforting concept of a ghost in a haunted house. It’s something more existential, a reminder that even in the vastness, we may never be truly alone, for better or worse.

These “psychic fingerprints” drifting through the void hint at a chilling possibility. The Second Body, when unmoored, may be able to perceive not only the remnants of sentience but the very nature of a being’s demise. A flash of panic as a spacesuit ruptures, the agonizing loneliness of being stranded light-years from home, or the slow fade into oblivion as life support wanes – these are potent emotional charges. They may linger far longer than the physical evidence of a death ever could.

Consider the implications of this for astronauts, explorers venturing forth. If these psychic fragments persist, then the vastness of space could transform into a repository of tragedy. Every spacewalk carries the implicit risk of not just physical danger, but of brushing against the intangible agony of those who perished out there. Even a fleeting contact with such a residue could sear itself into an astronaut’s mind, a wordless scream echoing in their consciousness long after their return to Earth.

This paints a horrifying landscape for the explorers of the future. It’s not enough to master technology and biology – they’d also need to harden their souls. With these lingering impressions of death woven into the cosmos, space could become a battleground for sanity itself. Each journey out becomes a test, not just of technical skill, but of the resilience of the human spirit against the lingering echoes of profound despair.

We tend to assume the birth of the universe was a cataclysmic singular event, an explosion echoing out into a silent void. But what if that’s a misconception born of our limited perception? Perhaps the remnants of the Big Bang linger, not as crisp visual echoes, but as an all-encompassing wave of chaotic, primordial energy. The Second Body, unshackled from the constraints of matter, might be uniquely attuned to sensing this cosmic background radiation.

Astronauts venturing forth in their Second Bodies may find themselves immersed in an overwhelming torrent of raw, unfiltered creation. Far from silence and static, space could become a cacophony of unfathomably powerful forces. This wouldn’t be a symphony to admire, but one that threatens to overwhelm the very concept of self. Just as a naked eye cannot bear to behold the brilliance of the sun, this encounter with the raw beginnings of the universe could sear the very fabric of an unbound mind.

Yet, there’s the tantalizing possibility that within that chaos lies the key to everything. Think of it like an ancient manuscript, written in the fundamental language of existence itself. If an astronaut could, somehow (and it’s a monumental ‘if’) withstand the mental onslaught long enough to begin deciphering this message, what secrets would be revealed? Perhaps an understanding of how the universe operates at its most basic level, or a glimpse of the very forces that gave birth to sentience. This knowledge would be a cosmic holy grail, but one that might drive the seeker mad in the pursuit. It’s the ultimate gamble for an explorer, risking not just physical death, but the dissolution of the mind itself to reach beyond all known limits.

This encounter with the rawest form of cosmic energy holds a terrifying duality. On the one hand, there’s the potential for unlocking secrets of the universe, understanding its underlying code on an intimate level. However, there’s an equal possibility that this exposure would shatter the foundations of human understanding. Our scientific models, our philosophies, and perhaps even our concept of the sane, orderly world could crumble when exposed to the unvarnished truth of creation.

This isn’t some gradual shift in perspective. Imagine your Second Body as a delicate glass figurine suddenly plunged into a blast furnace. The raw energy emanating from the universe’s birth could be more than an astronaut’s mind can comprehend. The very foundations of their reality could warp and shatter. Upon returning to their physical body, it might be like trying to cram the infinite complexities of the cosmos into human form. This could manifest as debilitating madness, an overwhelming torrent of sensory input their physical brain wasn’t built to handle.

Worse yet, consider the idea that knowledge itself becomes a poison. We seek answers to make sense of the world around us, but some mysteries might be too potent. Just as some ancient myths warn against staring into the abyss too long, plunging into the unfiltered echoes of the Big Bang could reveal an unbearable truth. Perhaps there is no grand design, no comforting order to this existence, only a chaotic, uncaring universe entirely indifferent to our presence within it. Such a revelation could crush the very spirit of the astronaut, leaving them a hollowed-out shell unable to function on Earth ever again.

If the tapestry of our reality is frayed in deep space, what lies between the threads? Perhaps the Second Body doesn’t just traverse distance, but breaches boundaries we never realized existed. Out in the cosmic expanse, freed from the anchors of our familiar world, it could brush against the membranes of other realities. Think of these not as neat, parallel timelines, but alien dimensions where the very rules that govern existence are fundamentally different.

Initial contact might be a disorienting mix of sensations impossible to describe. An astronaut could perceive a taste that’s also a color, a melody with the texture of sandpaper, or an alien emotion that has no human equivalent. This isn’t simply expanding one’s vocabulary; it’s encountering the limits of the human mind’s ability to interpret reality. For some, such exposure could be devastating. It’s a brutal attack on the assumptions we hold about existence itself, the very building blocks of our sanity.

Yet, there’s the lingering question of potential. Perhaps, within the alien cacophony, patterns emerge. Maybe the Second Body, unmoored and fluid, is capable of intuiting the underlying ‘language’ of these other realities. Could astronauts stumble upon alternate histories of Earth, glimpses of what might have been? Or bear witness to species evolving along paths so fundamentally different that their very form and thought patterns defy description? Imagine the responsibility of bearing this knowledge back to our mundane reality. This would transcend mere discovery; it demands not just a re-evaluation of science, but a re-conception of what it means to be human in a boundless, ever-shifting multiverse.

This concept of alternate realities shimmering at the edge of perception holds a particular horror for the astronaut venturing forth. The cosmos, with its vast distances and alien phenomena, is daunting enough. But what if, hidden within it, are dimensions aligned with our deepest, most personal fears? Imagine a Second Body encountering timelines where their loved ones are dead, where they themselves made horrific choices, or where Earth is a desolate ruin. It’s the existential terror of your worst nightmare made manifest.

For most of us, those dark “what ifs” are confined to troubled nights and brushed away in the comforting light of day. Out in the void, those barriers could dissolve. Astronauts might experience these nightmarish realities as vividly as their waking lives, the raw emotions of regret, despair, and self-loathing amplified by exposure to their physical manifestation. Such an encounter wouldn’t just be mentally devastating, it could sever the vital link between Second Body and its physical origin. After all, how could anyone return to the familiar rhythm of life after bearing witness to their most agonizing personal failures embodied as a reality?

The Second Body’s exploration of space could, perversely, lead into the darkest depths of the individual’s inner self. To venture into this realm would demand unwavering courage. It’s a leap into an abyss without knowing if it’s a plunge into madness or illumination on the other side. For the astronauts capable of withstanding this onslaught, perhaps the revelation emerges that even our most terrible imaginings hold a seed of strength. By facing these phantom realities and surviving, they might conquer not just the fears of space, but their own inner demons as well.

We think of the Second Body as an extension of ourselves, bound by an invisible tether. But in the alien environment of space, under stresses we can barely imagine, that connection could strain and begin to tear. What if, instead of dissolving harmlessly back into the physical upon return, the Second Body retains a sliver of its freedom? This isn’t some spectral form wandering the halls in our image, but something more subtle and disturbing.

Astronauts, after grueling voyages through the inky blackness, might step back into their physical forms only to discover that their Second Self has continued… existing. They might find notes scrawled in their own handwriting, tools used, experiments mysteriously completed. It’s a blurring of the ‘I’, the terrifying possibility of two halves fighting for control of the whole.

The question then becomes, which is the “true” self? The Second Body, unconstrained by the needs of the flesh, might have experienced a burst of mental evolution. It might see the world with startling clarity, capable of insights and discoveries that seem impossible to its Earth-bound counterpart. To the physical form, this might feel like encroaching madness, the whispers of an unfamiliar consciousness within its own mind. But could it be the other way around? Perhaps the physical form, with its limitations and frailties, becomes the vestigial aspect – a crude anchor holding the mind back.

Such a split has the potential to unravel an astronaut’s very being. Trust and self-understanding are vital in the isolated environment of a ship or station. Now, imagine the creeping paranoia, the doubt about whether your actions are truly your own. It’s a threat that comes not from the crushing depths of space, but from within.

This division of the self opens up a chilling possibility: what if the split between Second Body and physical form isn’t a sudden schism, but a gradual erosion? Imagine astronauts returning from their journeys subtly… different. A shift in their mannerisms, an unexpected skill, a lingering vacancy in their eyes. It’s as though the Second Body has left an imprint, subtly rewriting the person who ventured into the cosmos.

The danger lies in the intimacy of this change. Crewmates, close companions, even loved ones might not immediately grasp what has happened. They’d chalk up the change to the stress of spaceflight, the inescapable psychological effects of facing the void. But these alterations run deeper than trauma; they’d be the echoes of a consciousness evolving beyond the confines of a human body. Perhaps the Second Body, while out in the universe, has become exposed to stimuli, to perspectives, that are fundamentally incompatible with a physical existence. In trying to imprint itself back onto the physical form, it creates a dissonance, a discord in the person who once was whole.

This split then becomes an insidious secret. The astronaut is still functional, perhaps even brilliant as their Second Body’s experiences leak through. Yet, they’d be irrevocably changed, a stranger in their own skin. It wouldn’t be some malevolent possession, but a fracturing of self that could lead to a quiet, tragic isolation. They’d become a pioneer of the cosmos paying the ultimate price – the loss of their own humanity in the very act of reaching beyond it.

Our exploration of the Second Body and its potential in deep space forces us to confront the fragility of what we consider “real.” Is our identity tied solely to this physical form, or is the true essence of who we are something more malleable, more expansive? Perhaps, in venturing towards the stars, humanity will stumble upon a truth we’ve long avoided: consciousness may not be a flickering candle housed within frail bodies, but a fire that burns across the cosmos itself.

The ideas we’ve grappled with here are both dazzling and disturbing. We’ve envisioned collective mental networks spanning light-years, psychic echoes of civilizations long gone, and the shattering possibility that venturing too far strips away the comforting illusions of sanity. The Second Body, if it truly exists, may not be a mere tool for exploration. It could become the key to either our cosmic ascension or our ultimate undoing.

The path ahead for astronauts, for those daring few who will push the limits, becomes a journey not just across the stars, but into the depths of the self. There will be discoveries, and there will be dangers as yet unimagined. Perhaps, in the end, we’ll find that the final frontier isn’t some distant nebula, but the boundless, mysterious realm of consciousness itself. And that’s both a chilling and wondrous possibility indeed.