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When I worked at the first relay plant at which I wrrked, my friend So was there and he told me interesting things that he has learned, such as how to make it more likely to have an O.B.E., which is the acronym for Outta-Body-Experience, sometimes also known as astral projection, although not always considered exactly synonymous with that.
So said to concentrate on something before you fall asleep, but i think he meant you could just imagine it, not necessarily be looking right at the actual object. Such as the example he used, a blue pen. You visualize really intensely every detail of it, what the cap looks like, how many sides the barrel has, what kind of writing tip, if there is any writing on the side of it. Everything you can think of about that object. That kind of thinking is supposed to activate some part of your brain or your mind that makes an OBE more likely. So also advises that if you do see that famous silver cord while you are outside of the body, not to try to mess with it nor keep it from doing what it often seems to be doing, which is constantly trying to pull you back into your body.
So was also always up for playing catch with me and one of the other little ops when I brought in a superball to bounce around the workplace. He hardly ever said much in training class, but we did talk at work on third shift and sometimes on instant messenger.
On the last night of training class, when we all went to Pedro's after wrrk, So and I struck up a fun conversation about thai food, which he gets to have all the time, because his mom cooks it a lot. Well, we tried to start talking about it in the parking lot, as in he asked me what thai dishes I like best, and then the trainer from wrrk came barrelling across the parking lot screaming at us. Can't remember what she screamed about. I think it was meant to be friendly but it was obnoxious. I guess if I put that in my book I'll have to make something up that she screamed, unless I narrow the time frame to not include 2003, or make a lot of composite characters and change events or whatever. I still write stuff for the book just about every day, but still am questioning myself a lot about format and whether I really can include all that I remember from the years that may comprise the story.
Some of us at Pedros were having coronas while others of us were just having an attitude. You get one guess as to which I was having. And chips 'n' salsa that the trainer bought for everyone, which was good, because I was going to get a couple of orders of nachos for all of us, but in a series of private conversations with me at the bar, it was determined that the staff couldn't fathom making them meatless, so i didn't push it and just came back to the table with my bottle o' beer. I remember thinking, but this is Madison! Oh yeah, the west side... Actually I like that Pedro's, it must have just been a flukey night. I remember they sent the manager out of the kitchen and I know I explained it really well, even giving examples of everything else I know they put on nachos, and she was thumping the heel of her tiny hand against her forehead, so perplexed was she by my request. She was so relieved when I said, that's okay, I'll just drink this Corona by itself instead. Seriously, she was not trying to give me a hard time, I don't think, she just didn't know what I meant and was glad I did not persist. This part of town, where I now live, is surprisingly similar to living in my hometown, if it was just a couple miles west of Madison.
Anyway, several minutes later, the instructor was making a big deal out of my face flushing a little bit for a minute or so, which it often does after a beer or two, especially in a stuffy room, and she was thinking I was all loaded. Or trying to pretend she thought that because she was hard up for conversation topics to have, with the class, who were chatting happily without her trying to steer the conversation(s). I might have been the only other adult there besides the instructor, although my brother Ryan is a little bit older than most of the ops from that class. The other two adults from the class did not go to Pedro's afterwards, I'm sure. I literally only had two that night because I was driving across town later. Me and Ryan were commiserating about how "if only" our tolerances were so low that two coronas would make us as loaded as the trainer lady seemed to think I was. Also one of the other little hipsters, who wanted us to all go to the unpleasantly crowded bar that was his other job but happily came with us to nearly-empty Pedros instead, grabbed my arm sympathetically to let me know that he knew I wasn't loaded but that the trainer was just hard up for conversation. There were several youngsters in that class who were ten times more mature than our instructor. And she was a nice lady, just kind of silly in a boisterous way. I'm sure my face got even redder when she yelled that, although I was more annoyed than embarrassed by the horsecrap turn the conversation was taking. But it was a pretty much fun night, and we were all glad to be done with training. I had fun talking to lots of people there that night, and the trainer trying to draw attention to my momentarily ruddy face weren't no thang. The cutest part of that little incident though, and really the only reason I bring that night up as background info today, was that when the trainer started screaming that Betty was typsied, So just grinned adorably into his glass and muttered "Betty's a natural." I wasn't sure what he meant, but I sure did enjoy how he said it.
At this point, I don't know if So's still in the Madison area, or if he went to live in San Diego as he often mentioned. People love San Diego, or at least I think they do, because the three people I can think of who've been there all do think it's an enchanting place. Using the power of the Internets, I am sure I could track a few of these ol' relay folks down and catch up with them, even maybe this spring or summer. Where ever you are, So, have fun, buddy!
Click to viewWhen I worked at the first relay plant at which I wrrked, my friend So was there and he told me interesting things that he has learned, such as how to make it more likely to have an O.B.E., which is the acronym for Outta-Body-Experience, sometimes also known as astral projection, although not always considered exactly synonymous with that.
So said to concentrate on something before you fall asleep, but i think he meant you could just imagine it, not necessarily be looking right at the actual object. Such as the example he used, a blue pen. You visualize really intensely every detail of it, what the cap looks like, how many sides the barrel has, what kind of writing tip, if there is any writing on the side of it. Everything you can think of about that object. That kind of thinking is supposed to activate some part of your brain or your mind that makes an OBE more likely. So also advises that if you do see that famous silver cord while you are outside of the body, not to try to mess with it nor keep it from doing what it often seems to be doing, which is constantly trying to pull you back into your body.
So was also always up for playing catch with me and one of the other little ops when I brought in a superball to bounce around the workplace. He hardly ever said much in training class, but we did talk at work on third shift and sometimes on instant messenger.
On the last night of training class, when we all went to Pedro's after wrrk, So and I struck up a fun conversation about thai food, which he gets to have all the time, because his mom cooks it a lot. Well, we tried to start talking about it in the parking lot, as in he asked me what thai dishes I like best, and then the trainer from wrrk came barrelling across the parking lot screaming at us. Can't remember what she screamed about. I think it was meant to be friendly but it was obnoxious. I guess if I put that in my book I'll have to make something up that she screamed, unless I narrow the time frame to not include 2003, or make a lot of composite characters and change events or whatever. I still write stuff for the book just about every day, but still am questioning myself a lot about format and whether I really can include all that I remember from the years that may comprise the story.
Some of us at Pedros were having coronas while others of us were just having an attitude. You get one guess as to which I was having. And chips 'n' salsa that the trainer bought for everyone, which was good, because I was going to get a couple of orders of nachos for all of us, but in a series of private conversations with me at the bar, it was determined that the staff couldn't fathom making them meatless, so i didn't push it and just came back to the table with my bottle o' beer. I remember thinking, but this is Madison! Oh yeah, the west side... Actually I like that Pedro's, it must have just been a flukey night. I remember they sent the manager out of the kitchen and I know I explained it really well, even giving examples of everything else I know they put on nachos, and she was thumping the heel of her tiny hand against her forehead, so perplexed was she by my request. She was so relieved when I said, that's okay, I'll just drink this Corona by itself instead. Seriously, she was not trying to give me a hard time, I don't think, she just didn't know what I meant and was glad I did not persist. This part of town, where I now live, is surprisingly similar to living in my hometown, if it was just a couple miles west of Madison.
Anyway, several minutes later, the instructor was making a big deal out of my face flushing a little bit for a minute or so, which it often does after a beer or two, especially in a stuffy room, and she was thinking I was all loaded. Or trying to pretend she thought that because she was hard up for conversation topics to have, with the class, who were chatting happily without her trying to steer the conversation(s). I might have been the only other adult there besides the instructor, although my brother Ryan is a little bit older than most of the ops from that class. The other two adults from the class did not go to Pedro's afterwards, I'm sure. I literally only had two that night because I was driving across town later. Me and Ryan were commiserating about how "if only" our tolerances were so low that two coronas would make us as loaded as the trainer lady seemed to think I was. Also one of the other little hipsters, who wanted us to all go to the unpleasantly crowded bar that was his other job but happily came with us to nearly-empty Pedros instead, grabbed my arm sympathetically to let me know that he knew I wasn't loaded but that the trainer was just hard up for conversation. There were several youngsters in that class who were ten times more mature than our instructor. And she was a nice lady, just kind of silly in a boisterous way. I'm sure my face got even redder when she yelled that, although I was more annoyed than embarrassed by the horsecrap turn the conversation was taking. But it was a pretty much fun night, and we were all glad to be done with training. I had fun talking to lots of people there that night, and the trainer trying to draw attention to my momentarily ruddy face weren't no thang. The cutest part of that little incident though, and really the only reason I bring that night up as background info today, was that when the trainer started screaming that Betty was typsied, So just grinned adorably into his glass and muttered "Betty's a natural." I wasn't sure what he meant, but I sure did enjoy how he said it.
At this point, I don't know if So's still in the Madison area, or if he went to live in San Diego as he often mentioned. People love San Diego, or at least I think they do, because the three people I can think of who've been there all do think it's an enchanting place. Using the power of the Internets, I am sure I could track a few of these ol' relay folks down and catch up with them, even maybe this spring or summer. Where ever you are, So, have fun, buddy!