By Alexander © 2016

Wow! Began relaxation at 10 AM by 11:05, I have not succeeded. I got up for a little bit and lay down again to keep trying to induce OBE. I finally began to hear the ‘tea kettle wisps’ of frequency static. After honing in on the frequency static, making it stay constant by catching it when it wisps by or when I hear it, at that moment attempting to push out, as it were, my spirit, I separated from my physical body by the ‘push and think out’ floating method. That is, I push, as it were, my spirit out while thinking of leaving my body at the same time.

I stood up by my bed, but to my surprise, I was not at my house. I was standing outside on grass by a large lake! I stood there looking around the area. Around me there were simply woods, not thick foliage, but the country, and there was a white building in ruins close to my right and the lake in front. I asked myself, ‘Where am I?’ Realizing that I had traveled somewhere other than my immediate vicinity. I began to walk towards the lake, feeling as though I was being pulled and urged to go there. As I walked I noticed there was a mound of earth and grass about thigh high and as I went to walk over at the mound I instead walked through it.

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It was still feeling like a force was pulling me closer to the lake. I asked myself again, ‘Where am I?’ I stopped at the edge of the lake near the grass on a marshy shoreline. The day was gray and cloudy, the water was murky, choppy and stirred up. I looked around the shore and around the lake and I saw that there were ruins of houses half submerged in the lake. I saw the ruins had a wall half submerged too. As I looked around at the area I realized where I was, and I said, ‘It‘s Lake Ponchartrain!’ (by my home town of New Orleans).

The urge and pull towards the lake continued. I walked into the lake and became concerned that I would not be able to breathe but then I thought that I shouldn‘t worry about that since my body was laying back in my room. I was right. I went into the water and continued to breathe. I sunk into the water and was being moved by the current. The water was very murky. And I lost visuals. I remained calm waiting for the visuals to return. I tasted the water. It tasted salty and I realized that it was the brackish water of Lake Ponchartrain. I was floating in the water when I touched bottom with my feet and I felt the ruins of a building or abutment under the water. I stepped on it and was now only waist deep in the water. I could feel the buttress under my feet and the half sunk wall in front of me with my hands.

Suddenly I heard shots and explosions and the sounds of men in battle! I heard this for a while and said, ‘Oh Lord, I want to see!’ I felt with my hands and I felt a big revolutionary era mortar, tilted on its left side on the ruins of the buttress, half sunk in the water, and aimed at the lake. Finally, my sight returned.

I saw two soldiers on the buttress behind the wall where I was; one was only inches away. They were both white men with brown hair in their late 20s, and had worn Black military hats with the short visors, similar to the rank-and-file hats of the civil war era. Both men were wearing redcoats and had long rifles or muskets. They were being shot at from the shoreline, which was only about 40 yards away, and they were or had been shooting back from the buttress. I didn‘t see them shoot. I heard the shooting before I got my visuals back. Now I only saw them holding the rifles and looking towards the wall, waist deep in the water. They were obviously afraid. They could not see me.

Suddenly from behind us, a man in full camouflage (which made him look like a monster from the Black Lagoon) with seaweeds and foliage hanging from his head and body, emerged walking out of water! As the man got closer his head mask looked like a scarecrow. The soldiers saw the man and one of them started to shoot but was out of ammo. Consequently they retreated as fast as they could, in fear.

After the soldiers fled, the man pulled his mask off. He had a big toothy smile, and he started to laugh. He was a white man with dark hair and a big full curled mustache. Then other men came from the shore laughing. I saw at least 10 or 15 all of them with white and big mustaches and were dressed in frontier men‘s clothing with raccoon hats or Russian fur hats. All of them were carrying long rifles and were laughing at the soldiers that fled in fear. I started to talk to one of them but I don‘t think he saw me. Then I was back in my body opening my eyes.

Comments:

What a trip! Literally! It seems this was a fantastic journey out of the body and through time. Originally I thought I had witnessed a Civil War battle but then I went to the library and did some research. I found that my time travel perfectly matches the Battle of New Orleans historical record during the war of 1812. The book, ‘The War of 1812’ by John Grant and Ray Jones depicts British soldiers wearing the exact same uniforms of the red coated soldiers in my journey. Furthermore, the authors state that the men under Andrew Jackson‘s command ‘. . .were as unlikely as a body of troops as ever took the field under a command have a US officer. Amongst them were frontiersman from Tennessee and Kentucky…. French and Spanish speaking planters and fisherman.’ It depicts the frontiersman wearing the same kinds of clothing that I saw!