Stonehenge 181
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Evergreen Dazed wrote:
I'm keen to hear what those people have to say, rather than just dismiss it.
Well, for what it’s worth, here’s my take on the topic -

I was about 18 at the time (nearly 50 years ago for the ageists ;-) and, under hypnosis, was asked to identify an object that had earlier (without my being present) been wrapped and placed in a cardboard box. I was allowed to touch the box but not move it. First guess of what was inside the box was a toy car (it wasn’t a toy car, but the box had once contained a real automobile part). Second guess was ‘descriptive’ more than actually saying what the object was. The description, word-for-word, was that the object was, “Pear-shaped but flat, and not ‘round’ like a real pear. It was also hard, grey and smooth (but not very smooth.)”

That was it as far as identifying the object in the box. The ‘count out’ from the hypnotic state was slowly delivered by the hypnotist - 10, 9, 8... Then something weird happened. A very real sensation of being in a ‘different place’. I was standing on a hilltop with another man. The wind was blowing through our long hair. I was holding whatever was in the box above my shoulder and looking out across rolling downland. The count out continued... 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. A click of the hypnotist's fingers and I was ‘back’ and feeling a bit disorientated.

The box was opened. Inside was a ‘pear-shaped’ Neolithic axe head.

I’m not saying I was reliving a past life experience; if we believe in telepathy I might have been picking up thoughts from the person who had placed the axe in the box, or perhaps picking up something from the axe itself. I don’t know, but the story has a postscript. Years later I found myself standing on Waden Hill (just outside Avebury for those who don’t know it) with my brother. The wind was blowing through our hair as we looked out towards West Kennet Long Barrow. The feeling at the time wasn’t quite one of deja vue, more one of a circle being completed... I’ve had similar feelings in circumstances different to that one - almost like having a situation ‘presented’ again because I couldn’t/didn’t work it out correctly the first time. Don’t get me wrong, I’m an atheist through-and-through but, the concept of the soul (if not its transmigration) is one shared by most, if not all, religions and (for me at least) it provides a possible explanation of things presently beyond our understanding.

So, though I might come over as being hyper-sceptical of the ‘unknown’ and ‘unproven’ I’m not. The above experience, along with one other, allows for the possibility of multiple unknown ‘whatever's’ in my philosophy - I’m just not that keen on banging on about them.

Very interesting indeed.
Can I ask, were you 'into' the subject of prehistory at the time? And, if so, was the hypnotist aware of that?

Littlestone wrote:
That was it as far as identifying the object in the box. The ‘count out’ from the hypnotic state was slowly delivered by the hypnotist - 10, 9, 8... Then something weird happened. A very real sensation of being in a ‘different place’. I was standing on a hilltop with another man. The wind was blowing through our long hair. I was holding whatever was in the box above my shoulder and looking out across rolling downland. The count out continued... 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. A click of the hypnotist's fingers and I was ‘back’ and feeling a bit disorientated.
The 'strangest' thing that ever to happen to me was an 'out of body' experience, although I guess under the circumstances I suppose easily explained.
I was 7 years old and in the General Hospital in Jersey having a tooth removed. That was in the dreaded gas days when you woke up pewking away and felt sick for days afterwards :-)
I was in the process of being put under when, would you believe it, the gas bottle ran out! The very tall windows of the surgery I was in and looking at became closer becaue 'I' was moving toward them! I ended up on what I can only explain as the pelmet above the window looking down at myself in the dentist chair watching them change the gas cylinder! I was terrified because I can remember thinking I'd died. They fixed the bottle and the next thing I knew I was sat over a wash basin with the tap running throwing up for all I was worth!
That lived with me until three years ago when I had to have my gall bladder removed. I was terrified of being put under in case it happened again but was assured it wouldn't as they no longer used gas as a primary knocker-out. And it didn't, so that fear has now gone...and it only took nearly 60 years!!