The reason I know we automatically screen out certain awarenesses is because of this experience. I was about 20 and living in a one-room cabin in New Brunswick with my then lover, who was asleep in the double bed behind me as I stood working at the kitchen counter.

When he awoke, he told me he'd dreamed that he was laughing so hard he fell out of bed. At that moment, I remembered swivelling my head around to look behind me, for no apparent reason, and seeing him, or an image of him, just above the floor beside the bed. I'd seen this and then returned to my vegetable chopping without being really conscious of it until his story triggered my memory of the turning and the seeing.

I have never forgotten that. What happened? His astral body left his physical body in a dream, and I saw it, but more or less unconsciously?

Lately I have been seeing shapes in the air, sort of little "disturbances," sometimes. They remind me of the tricks your retina plays on you when you've looked at a window with bright light from outside shining through it, and then you look away and still see the shape of the window. Like that, but not as vivid and not holding any particular shape I can identify. These are more like what I thought I noticed in the days right after Mom passed over.

All properties of light caused by I don't know what. Curious, though.

Dad would tell me to get my eyes checked.