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.