A Five Part Series
Epilogue

Do you find this all just a bit difficult to swallow? Does last night’s story exceed the boundaries of your belief system? If it does, consider yourself normal. Looking back over all these years, I too sometimes wonder.

But what I described did happen just as I described. I know. I was there. What actually did happen, or the reality of it, should be in question for all of us. It does exceed the norm.

One interesting point is that in these last few days, recalling the two year experience has not been difficult. In fact many of the details of the stories I was able to recall vividly the first time since it all happened decades ago. A dream is almost instantly forgettable. I (and I’m sure we all) have had a lifetime of fascinating dreams that we can’t even begin to remember. Even though I wrote many of them down, I no longer can recall them.

This astral experience is still alive for me in vivid detail. I mentioned last night that when I first stood up out of my body and ran through my checkpoints, I knew that I was not dreaming, that I was in a different head. That state of mind is secure in my memory. Whereas the details of my dream are only remembered from reading my log or from having told the story over and over.

I was going to call this evening’s post a summary, but then I realized that I could not summarize the experience – I could not wrap it all up into a tight little package. It’s just too obtuse, too obscure. I don’t believe that I shall ever, in this lifetime, understand it. That’s why I left the experience behind – because I knew that it was way beyond me and that I was a child playing with fire.

In the last couple of days, thinking about the experience almost non-stop, I have tried to put a tag on it, some sort of identification. I can only guesstimate on the experience, but guesstimate I shall.

I’ve always thought that ghosts were real – as real as we make them. I’ve always thought that horoscopes were real – as real as we make them. If we believe in anything deeply enough, we give it a kind of reality. I believe that here on this plane of existence, and I’m talking about this mortal existence here on Planet Earth, we each create our own experience.

Werner Erhardt said, “What happens to us doesn’t just happen to us, rather we choose it” or words to that effect. In our mortal minds we are making this all up – just as we do in our dreams. In fact, I look at this mortal experience as just another dream state. Some day I’ll wake up from this one as well and see the unreality of it. I guess I’m having a ‘dream of the know’ right this minute. I’m aware that I’m dreaming this Peter Link lifetime as well.

We’ve been told that this is all an illusion. Just whose illusion? Well, ours, of course.

So consider this: If this is all an illusion, if this Planet Earth experience is an illusion, if matter is an illusion, (Remember Einstein said that we first see it and so it is there, not the other way around) — if the body is an illusion, then what’s to say that we can’t split that body illusion into a physical illusion and an astral body illusion in our own minds – and then move forward in one of those illusions while the other sits in repose?

Seems totally logical if you buy the illusion theory. And since I do, I’m just going to chalk this experience of astral projection up to just one more illusionary and illusive experience of the mortal mind. Did I really live this illusion? You bet I did. Was it real? Just as real as the moment I’m sitting here typing this post for my blog. Was it hard to understand? Uh huh.

I can give it all no further explanation.

As to the dream I had about the ghosts in the water, I have given this a great deal of thought and analysis and have come up with this conclusion. You, of course, may interpret it the way you choose.

These past months of blogging have made me think deeply about getting back to my spiritual man, re-finding my sense of my own spirituality. The effort of swimming for my life and trying to get back home was just that. On top of it all, I was swimming through thick matter, the water that was trying to pull me down and mortalize me with death. The ghosts were the mortal reminders of this experience also fortifying the idea that I might not make it. They were waiting to take me down. The naked man was my mortal self.

Any yet, they also wanted to go with me, were curious to see if I would make it and wished that they had a chance like me. The falling off the boat was something that I do every day; I fall from my spiritual ambition into the morass of mortality and have to swim for my life.

The bottom line is that I was not afraid. It was just something I had to do – to try to get back home.

Earlier this week I promised each of you who made this journey with me a song. I’ve had a rich experience all week working with this song, recording it and trying to recreate in musical story-telling this apocalyptic dream. Put on your headphones for this one and crank it up. Won’t you join me for a swim?

To listen to “Ghost In The Water” click here.

Ghost In The Water
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link

I fell overboard
Dark of night
Man overboard
Lost from sight
Started swimming in the water
All alone
It was me and the water
Tryin’ to get home
In my dream

The waves were like walls on either side of me
I swam up them
And down them
Suddenly there was a man
A ghost
Rising up through the water

He rose over me
A naked man
He then beckoned me
On I swam
There were ghosts in the water
Children too
Following me through the water
Through the blue
Of my dream

Each of them watching
To see when I’d drown
Each of them waiting
To take me back down
Each of them curious
If I might survive
Wishing that they were alive

It’s the ghost and me
And the rolling sea
And the fear dies down
Inside of me
Now where I’m going
Is the great unknown
I’m just tryin’ to get home

There are ghosts in the water
As I climb the waves
Ghosts in the water
From their murky graves
And they watch in silence
As I go it alone
Tryin’ to get back home
I’m just tryin’ to get back home

There was Jose Miguel Ceronne who fell from the mast
An inexperienced seaman from Sanlúcar de Barrameda
Abigail von Schtudtfeld who went down with her vast fortune
Tucked away in boxes in the hold
Little jimmy Patterson with his older sister Kate
Off to see the world with Grampa Higgins
Separated when the ship went down
When Gramps went off to find his own lifejacket
Still holding hands, still ready to see the world
Bartholomew Oliver Smith who was
The only one to bail out
From his P-38 in flames
But “Oh my God, the chute don’t work!”
“Oh yes and call me Bart.”
And a naked man who lost it all and
No longer remembers
What the hell happened
How the hell he got there
Who he was

Ghosts all
Living only partially
Stuck inside the sea

So it’s the ghost and me
And the rolling sea
And the fear dies down
Inside of me
Now where I’m going
Is the great unknown
I’m just tryin’ to get home

There are ghosts in the water
As I climb the waves
Ghosts in the water
From their murky graves
And they watch in silence
As I go it alone
Tryin’ to get back home
We’re all tryin’ to get back home

We all come from
The deep blue sea
We’re all swimming through
This endless dream
We all have these trials
To some degree
We’re all just tryin’ to get home
Tryin’ to get back home
Tryin’ to get back home
Tryin’ to get back home