“Sometimes I disassociate, or at least that’s what they tell me this feeling of being outside, and behind, and above to the upper right, of my own body is called. It happens less now than it used to…
I wonder. I wonder what caused this. I wonder when the first time it happened was. Where was I? What was happening? I remember once. I remember the feeling of actually leaving my body, the mental separating itself from the physical, over a period of seconds. I was standing in my kitchen, about to walk into my bathroom to vomit, because your betrayal was more than I could bear. My Self lifted out, paused for a moment and rose to take its place behind me and to the upper left, and My Self watched my body throw up in the toilet. If the stress was too great for my body to take, My Self would not be there to record it for the minutes.”