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I know many consider this person to be a true scientist, someone capable of true understanding.  And though I agreed in his first newsletter, and did not agree with his attack upon the mystical/spiritual/religious individuals who practice.

His disdain was found in a paraphrased sentence that said everyone that was "book learnt" couldn't possibly understand HIS own understanding.  He then went on to say the exact same thing about himself that he hates about the Believers. That same all-knowing attitude on life came from books and experiences; just like the Believers.

I agree, there are those, I have even fallen to, the idea that what I know is 100% truth.  But with every individual being unique it begs the question: Who is really right about anything if two different people have the same experience?

We stick to what we KNOW...Just as everyone...To say I am any different, or less capable, because I believe in the spirit realm; is the same as me saying everyone who doesn't worship MY GOD of UNDERSTANDING is destined to a Lake of Fire.

And this is exactly what this Kepple said: "I AM BECOME CADMUS. If you mention your beliefs I will put blunt expletives because no one can share their information with me; Like all scientists I AM WHO I SAY I AM.


Understanding is personal...Only the individual can KNOW, what he was supposed to. 

My lessons will not be the same as yours...Kepple just wants you to subscribe to his belief's, and that is my problem with Kepple.

KNOW what you KNOW, and let me KNOW what I KNOW; and we will relate to those others with similar understanding.

Don't preach understanding when you lack the most simple one of all: Everyone is different.

After researching AP experiences I noticed quite a few individuals talking about flying. How they could fly to their friend's house, fly down the road, through the sky, into space; A myriad of places.

I was always stuck to the ground.  Never getting more than a few feet off the ground before falling back in painless glory. It was fun in it's on way.  I always longed for more.  The ability to see tings like a bird.  I never mentioned my obsession with airplanes, or any flying devices really.  But I am obsessed with flight.

Until the other day: Finding myself easily in a lucid dream I worked it into vibration, and then I was out.  It was dark outside, and everyone was asleep.  (First time I have seen my physical self sleeping as well.) I ran downstairs out the door like a kid on Christmas, fear started about darkness but I ignored it, trying my best to go through the door, or walls, without opening the actual door.  I failed.  And not wanting to waste the experience, I just opened the door and went out.

The Blue Sun came out instantly lighting the world with warmth and, well, light. 

I started hopping around like an astronaut on the moon, trying my best to fly. Nothing, but faceplants and laughing.  I would gain some air, though.  Then I remembered what I learned on the physical side of life. Free my mind, so to speak.  Forget everything, and just allow it to happen.

I started floating, getting higher than usual. I realized what was happening and back to the ground I went.

This was intriguing. So I eyed a branch in a tree, and let go...Soon I was hanging on by the limb, laughing all the while. It broke and we tumbled back to the ground.

Soon I was leaping all over my neighborhood, gathering courage for the flight to come.  Space.

I rose, and rose, and rose, and rose, until the earth was a sphere. I saw some crazy things before waking up.  Not scary, but too complex for my mind, I guess.   

Letting go was the key...

First all I would like to say that I am a strong believer in the other side of reality. And the only reason I am posting here is to gather feedback from others with similar experiences.

As a species we tell stories about our experiences and how they are interpreted after certain life events.  So in my opinion experience normally relates to truth.  Not cold hard facts, but absolute experience.

As a child I would experience lucid dreams that usually involved flying, manipulation of environments, certain events that happened prior, minor sleep paralysis, vivid nightmares, etc. This happened every single night to the point where sometimes I feared sleep and would stay up for over 30 hours just to do so without dreams.  When researching then, I came across information that relieved me somewhat in that in would ease over time.  Through the years I became more spiritual, and as is my right I will not mention my beliefs other than that, and came to look at the ability as a gift.

Then, when it was suppose to stop, it got stronger.  Instead of lucids, I would vibrate, and pulls myself out of my sleeping position.  Just into the room I was in.  Anytime I looked in my direction I would immediately be pulled back to sleep and dreams and subsequently doubt on the subject.  Being a somewhat reclusive teenager at that time, I never knew others experienced this phenomenon. I never even knew scientists had studied it. This increased my curiosity more. I would find myself in various locations I never knew existed, and even at peoples houses I had never been to prior.

But, they were all still dreams. There is a foggy haze that engulfs my vision whilst dreaming. This is how I distinguish dreams from "walking."

Then the most peculiar things happened.  I was battling certain things that many scoff at when I mention.  After, defeating them with help, I exploded, or felt like I did.  I was awake.  Or felt like it. But I was naked.  And I felt like I was a little kid again.  But the sky was blue, and an unseen sun covered my back with it's warmth.  The grass I pulled my face from was as real as the grass outside, just more vibrant.  It didn't itch, but it cracked under my movement.  I lifted my head and saw a vast green field upon rolling hills.  Atop the first hill sat a tree.  It branches wide, full, filled with leaves.  I was in awe.  And I wanted to stay in all my nakedness and splendor.

I went to stand, and I was back in a cold, dark, room laying flat on my stomach in a puddle of drool.

Research led me to many astral techniques, and I found one that works every time.  I was addicted at first, but didn't know what to think.

Since then a myriad of things have happened, spiritual growth, spiritual downfalls, understanding, doubt...But there are a few things I would like to discuss in greater detail with someone who has experience with this strangeness.

Like, why do I wake up famished after every flight?
Or, has anyone else seen blue shimmering angel like things floating down their streets?