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The Well-Traveled Mind of Robert Monroe


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Here is a very good text about Robert A. Monroe and his fascinating experiences with astral travel and time travel. This text was received from the VML-Voyagers Mailing List, of the Monroe Institute, http://www.monroeinstitute.org/

<...He says he has seen the future, he has been there, although he will only describe it in sketchy terms.[BR> Nuclear war, for example, will not occur, says Monroe, at least not on a global scale: "There will be contamination, but not from bombs nuking all over the place. The contamination will be astronomical."
People will be able to control their bodies, says Monroe, to the point where a handful of rice will provide sufficient calories for an entire day. In time, a kernel will suffice. Then, no food at all will be needed: "It's just a matter of stages."]

"The original article appeared in the (Norfolk) Virginian-Pilot some years ago, and was reprinted in "Fast Takes," Mike D'Orso's first book, one of the first books Hampton Roads Publishing Company ever did. Enjoy."(Frank)

"The Well-Traveled Mind of Robert Monroe"

<From *Fast Takes* by Mike D'Orso (copyright 1990)>

The Blue Ridge forest shimmers in morning sunlight as Robert Monroe climbs behind the wheel of his black Subaru and points it up the mountain. A
hawk swoops low over Lake Miranon, searching for bass. The sounds of saws and hammers echo from the woods as Monroe steers toward a ridge that marks the uppermost boundary of his 800-acre community.
"This is an easy place to fall in love with," he says, ticking off the names of his neighbors as he passes their tree-shrouded homes. Down that
drive is mystery novelist Phyllis Whitney. Up that one is Joseph Chilton Pearce, author of "Magical Child." Steve Pauley, a math professor at Purdue University, has a home among these pines, as does Florida social services executive Sharon Alley. There are psychologists living in these woods. And computer programmers. And there's newcomer Eleanor Friede, who edited Richard Bach's "Jonathan Livingston Seagull."
Monroe likes to categorize the world in terms of hemispheres of the brain þ the right side being the seat of intuition and creativity, the left
being the source of logic and rationale. Here in his own back yard, an eclectic mixture of righties and lefties has come to live, all, he says, with one thing in common.
"All these people," pronounces Monroe, "in their own way are seekers after truth."

When this former radio and television executive talks of truth, he is not referring to anything found through textbooks or prayers or drugs. The
truth he has found and toward which he guides others is approached through sleep, through gateways of the mind, through altered states of consciousness. Amid the physical splendor of the Blue Ridge foothills, Monroe and his laboratory entourage spend their days among wires, microphones and EEG monitors, journeying inward, putting their bodies to sleep while their minds wander, literally, across the universe.
For 28 years, Monroe has fiddled with electronically produced soundwaves, using them to trigger a release of the mind from the body,
launching what are called out-of-body experiences, excursions of pure consciousness through and beyond time and space. More than 6,000 people have gone through the Monroe Institute's weeklong programs of psychic exploration. Not all have had the pleasure of an OOBE, as they call the cosmic trip. Most, however, come away more attuned to the unused portions of their brains.
For those who cannot make it out the institute, Monroe's brain-tapping methods are available through a catalog of mailorder cassette tapes. No
OOBEs are guaranteed, but the 90 tapes on the institute's menu do have their everyday uses. Rhode Island medical students use them to reduce anxiety at test time. Schoolteachers in Tacoma, Wash., use them to soothe, quiet and relax their first-graders. In Oak Ridge, Tenn., the tapes are used to reduce pain for surgery patients.
It is these practical applications of his hemi-sync method short for hemispheric synchronization þ that Monroe is quick to emphasize make his
work more than just another psychic parlor game to be lumped with fire-walking or bending spoons.
"We think what we're doing here is much more to the point. We want to release all this from pure research to something usable, something valuable.
I guess that's my left brain always asking `How can we use it?'"
Somebody is using it. More than 22,000 of the institute's cassette tapes, which treat everything from insomnia to a shaky golf game, are sold
through the mail each year.
But Robert Monroe is ultimately interested in more than ridding the world of bad sleep and bogeys. As his institute's glossy brochure describes
it, Monroe wants nothing less than "to change constructively man's direction and destiny."
A cosmic breakthrough is at hand, says Monroe. In a matter of decades, he says, the planet will be peopled by men and women whose control of mind
over matter will free them from the bonds of their skin and bones. And they will not need Monroe's labs or his tapes to unleash their mental powers.
"That's the crux of it all," he says, parking at the top of the ridge and looking down on a hillside of blossoming dogwoods.
"Man has a great opportunity in the next 50 years to break out of our boxes, to be something far more than we've ever been."
He is an unlikely-looking new-age frontiersman, this paunchy,
70-year-old, white-haired, white-mustached father of six. Wearing sunglasses, blue sportshirt, khaki slacks and white bucks, he looks more
like a gentle grandfather which he is than a mind-tripping guru.
But listen to him talk. Even in the most mundane, everyday conversation, Monroe tends to slip into laboratory lingo. A few examples from the morning
After discussing the removal of some old farm machinery from a nearby field, he tells a worker, "Now that I have this information to process, I
will let you know."
After haggling with a carpenter over the construction of his new ridge-top home and institute workshop, he sighs: "Carpenters are basically
Before turning in for a quick, midday nap, he announces: "I'm going to go ahead upstairs and recycle."
Which is just what Monroe did that night in 1958 when he first spontaneously slipped out of his body and began joyriding the highways of
inner and outer space. It was terrifying in the beginning, says Monroe, and it took him a year to convince himself he was not simply going out of his mind. It took him even longer until the 1971 publication of his first book, "Journeys Out of the Body" to tell the rest of the world about his experiences. In the meantime, he moved from New York to Virginia, where he established, headed, then sold his interest in the Charlottesville-based Jefferson Cable Corporation, and set up the Monroe Institute in rural Nelson County.
Before the book, he kept his cosmic consciousness in the closet: "In a left-brain world, as president of a major corporation, I didn't quite feel
the board of directors or the stockholders would look favorably on a wild guy doing this sort of stuff."
After the book, he found he had plenty of company. More than 350,000 copies were sold, the book was printed in seven languages, and it
established Monroe as more than a crackpot among the scientific community. It convinced death-and-dying expert Elisabeth Kubler-Ross to try Monroe's program and to incorporate life-after-death into her own research. Actor Jon Voight has also sampled the Monroe method.
A good number of backpackers still show up at the institute's four-building complex, but most program participants are scientists,
psychologists and doctors from clinics and universities around the world þ "as against the pure right-brainers and mystics," explains Monroe.
Monroe has lectured at the Smithsonian. Papers on his work have been presented before the American Psychiatric Association.
Both Mother Earth News and Omni magazine have analyzed the institute from their own divergent perspectives. Corporations have brought their executives to Monroe's hilltop headquarters for training in tapping the intuitive, creative, right-brain regions of their minds. A helicopter landing site is cleared in the weeds just beyond the institute's outdoor volleyball net.
Credibility is no longer a concern for Monroe. Nor is viability. After more than a decade of pumping his own money into the institute þ "I'm not
poor; I remember paying in a 90 percent tax bracket when there was a 90 percent tax bracket" þ the operation paid for itself in 1984 and became a nonprofit organization last year. That freed Monroe to finish his second book, "Far Journeys," which was published last October. He'll be packing soon for a European trip promoting British and French editions of both books.
The institute, the books, the buildingþlately, Monroe has had a lot on his mind. Too much, in fact, to wander off to that region beyond the body.
About 10 years ago, he tired of traveling through the space and time we all know. Leaving the body to sightsee on this or other planets, he says, soon became routine.
"It got old," says Monroe. "There's a certain sameness to it."
Hooking up with other consciousnesses þ "I now have a lot of nonphysical friends" þ he was guided to a realm beyond the time-and space-limited
universe of our comprehension. It is these outer limits that are described in detail in "Far Journeys." After those outings, Monroe had no more interest in cosmic-sailing through the worlds of our comprehension.
"Why bother with local traffic," he asks, "when you can take the interstate?"

But even the "other reality system" he describes, where pure energy forms play God and create planets and solar systems just for kicks, is not
enough to draw Monroe out of his body these days.
"I've ceased to do this for my own self," he says. He explains that he's got all the information his mind can "process" in this body. He's got
several more books' worth of experiences yet to sort out. So he is leaving it to the institute's volunteer "explorers" to continue bringing back data while he distills it and answers for others the questions he spent 10 years answering for himself.

The question Monroe is most often asked is how he knows these excursions are real and not simply dreams?
"It took me a full year to collect hardcore evidence, to validate that for myself," he says. The evidence ranged from traveling in a nonphysical
form to distant friends' homes at preassigned times and later reporting
correctly the things he saw, to pinching neighbors in their sleep and seeing
the black-and-blue marks the next day.
Which raises another question: Can shimmering forms of pure
consciousness have physical properties?
Absolutely, says Monroe, describing two psychiatrists who were lovers
but who lived and worked in distant cities. After spending a week at the
institute, they asked Monroe to help them rendezvous sexually in their
out-of-body state.
"I did," smiles Monroe, "and it worked beautifully. They met halfway
between Kansas City and Denver every night."
With all these minds meeting minds and minds meeting bodies, isn't
there the danger of misuse? What about governments using the method for
brainwashing or spying? What about the threat of cosmic rapists hovering
through the bedrooms of the world?
Monroe shakes his head, wearing the patient smile of a man who's heard
it all before.
"To be efficient at this," he says, "you have to develop na overview.
With that overview, you are no longer interested in the things of this
body-ruled world. You lose a sense of the body self, of local customs, of
nationality. What we call morality changes radically. What's important and
not important changes dramatically."
The zone beyond, which Monroe describes as a realm of deep blackness,
bright lights and exquisite joy, sounds much like what some religions might
call heaven or nirvana. And Monroe admits it's hard to explain why anyone
who has gotten there would ever come back. Why don't all those sleeping
bodies lying in the institute's darkened cubicles remain vacant, deserted
forever by consciousnesses playing hooky in the hereafter?
"You'd be surprised at the attachment we have to the physical body,"
says Monroe. "It's addictive. As long as you have that body, the attachment
is still strong. You have an urgency to get back."
The call to return to the body, notes Monroe, is not always a deep
philosophical or psychological one.
"Ninety percent of the time," he smiles, "it's a full bladder."

Lunchtime, and Monroe drives down the mountain to the nearby town of
Nellysford for a cafe lunch and more questions. Over a burger, fries and
iced tea, he talks about the past, the future and other lives.
"Never mind religious beliefs, or whether you've been a bad boy or a
good boy," he says of life beyond death. "You're going to survive physical
death whether you like it or believe it or not. It's a fact."
We have all been in other bodies in the past, says Monroe, and we will
all be in other bodies in the future. Each consciousness is eternal, he
says, while bodies come and go. The catch, he notes, is that when we're out
of the bodies, we can't wait to get back, but while we're in these bodies,
we are unaware that there is anything beyond.
"While you're here, you forget you were ever anything but human," says
Monroe. "You forget where you came from."
And that, Monroe admits, begs the million-dollar question: Where did we
come from? Who or what set up and guides this system, this planet, this
Monroe nods and fingers a fry.
"Just somebody having some fun," he says.
"Some intelligent energy field."
Energy field?
"An energy being. Something the average human would call God, but it
wasn't God."
What it was, says Monroe, was one of many consciousnesses permanently
unhooked from the cycle of death and life as a human.
"There are graduates from this school of compressed learning we call
Earth who are doing this in other places," he says. "It's a lot of fun,
creating species, weaving just the right delicate balances for life on a
Monroe knows how much fun it can be, he says, because he has seen it.
"Just a small demonstration," he says of the energy-being who escorted
him during one of his OOBEs. The being, says Monroe, created a solar system
for Monroe's viewing pleasure.
"It was if someone was making it snow, and creating snowballs, and
tossing them out like fiery suns, as it were. Nuclear snowballs. Just having
It was, in fact, just fun and games, says Monroe, that got the whole
ball rolling here on Earth. The consciousness that created Earth, says
Monroe, began tinkering with its toy, decided to try out its creation
first-hand, in human form, and things soon got out of hand.
"To really feel how it is, it had to get down into it. Only it didn't
figure on the addiction of life as a human. It thought it was in for a quick
shot and out. But things didn't happen that way."
So all this is a result of an accident, of a great cosmic mistake?
"Not a mistake,þ says Monroe, finishing his tea. ÞAn experiment."

Back at the institute office, Monroe climbs out of his car as another
vehicle comes up the drive. A woman hops out, clutching a copy of his latest
book. She corners Monroe, gets his autograph and drives away as Monroe heads
upstairs to recycle.
Monroe's daughter Nancy, the institute's administrator, is downstairs,
doing paperwork to the sound of a faint hum coming from a pair of speakers
on her desk. The tape is called "Concentration," one of the institute's
better sellers.
"I can concentrate anytime I want," says Nancy. "But I happen to be
lazy, so I put a tape on."
Nancy, 33, says she has been having OOBEs since she was 16.
But unlike her father's, her control is shaky. During one experiment, she
slipped into an out-of-body state, and Monroe asked her to explore the
"intervals between lives." Instead she slipped in and out of episodes in
what she says were her previous lives þ as a man about to be hanged, as a
woman about to be executed and as a soldier inside a tank about to be blown
Asked why the experiment took her to moments of imminent death instead
of post-death limbo, Nancy shrugs and smiles: "I kept missing."
Nancy has worked for her father since 1974 after graduating from college
and studying Zen philosophy in Japan. She and her husband, Joseph
McMoneagle, a former Army warrant officer who now heads a consulting company
called Intuitive Intelligence Applications, live just down the road. Monroe
and his wife, Nancy, live upstairs, "over the store," as Monroe puts it.
The office is busy, with several of the 14 staffers handling the
correspondence generated by sales of the institute's assorted programs and
products. The room also houses the only Xerox machine for miles around, and
that's what brings Eleanor Friede through the door.
Friede still has a home and office in Manhattan, where she edits and
publishes books, always on the lookout for another "Jonathan Livingston
Seagull." But since Christmas, when she moved into her new home on the
institute's property, she's been shifting much of her work and time here.
"I was simply curious," she says when asked why she signed up for a
week-long institute program in 1982. The week, she says, was worth the $850
price tag.
"I was just more aware. It didn't change my direction, but it made it
clearer that I had to get away from the distractions, noise and dirt of New
York. Now I've found I can have it both ways."
And now that she's here, Friede says it will be only a matter of time
before she moves from relaxation tapes to exploring life beyond the body.
"I have a feeling that's why I'm here," she says. "I want to know how
far we can go, to learn more about the universe we live in."

Fully recycled, Monroe spends the afternoon giving a tour of the
institute buildings, checking again on the mountaintop construction and
explaining why he believes mankind is reaching what he calls "critical mass"
in terms of the pressures on our collective consciousnesses. The threat of
nuclear war, environmental holocausts and the latest specter of terrorism,
says Monroe, are actually pushing people toward the same kinds of
discoveries he has been making in his laboratory for years.
"As anxiety levels rise worldwide," he explains, "as the rules and the
game change, consciousness evolves to deal with all this.
"The consciousness that can cope," he goes on, "is the developing
consciousness. If man does not learn and pass this test and move to a mature
consciousness, entropy will set in and man will no longer be the dominant
species on this planet."
Which, notes Monroe, would be no great disaster. "The future of man on
earth," he says, "is an interesting, but relative term. If this compressed
learning school that is human existence on Earth goes down the tubes, there
are others."
Man, however, will not go the way of the dinosaur, says Monroe. And he
speaks from more than faith. He says he has seen the future, he has been
there, although he will only describe it in sketchy terms.
Nuclear war, for example, will not occur, says Monroe, at
least not on a global scale: "There will be contamination, but not from
bombs nuking all over the place. The contamination will
be astronomical."
People will be able to control their bodies, says Monroe, to the point
where a handful of rice will provide sufficient calories for an entire day.
In time, a kernel will suffice. Then, no food at all will be needed: "It's
just a matter of stages."
Communication, he says, will be nonverbal, requiring neither voices nor
ears: "Mind to mind connection in its purest sense."
The aim of all this development, says Monroe, and the object of his work
at the moment, is erasing the fear of death.
"When the fear is gone," says Monroe, "the fun begins."
Part of his fun at the moment is conducting death-simulation experiments
in his laboratory, and drafting a third book on what he calls "the ultimate
frontier, the greatest unknown of all" þ death.
Using the same hemi-sync methods that launch his explorers on OOBEs,
Monroe and his staff are placing volunteers in a consciousness-free state in
which they lower their own blood pressure, body temperature and pulse rate,
"synthesizing death in slow motion, as it were," says Monroe.
"We in essence reel them out close to death, pulling away all the
mystical, superstitious trappings and trying to cross through the fears to
what it's all about."
There is no danger in the experiments, he says: "We can bring them back
in instantly." And there is no possibility that death may look attractive
after a close look: "It doesn't mean you want to die; you're just not afraid
of it."
In all his cosmic excursions, Monroe says he has avoided seeing how he
will die at the end of this lifetime: "I don't want to spoil the fun."
All things, he says, come with time. Eventually, we will "achieve escape
velocity" and "go home, where we came from."
Now and in the end, says Monroe, we are all in essence God. "But you've
forgotten what you are. This heavy physical life experience has blotted it
Monroe has been on both sides. The reason he is still here, "hanging
around," as he puts it, are the simple pleasures of life, the "addictions"
that for him include composing music, eating fresh trout and "occasionally
playing a good game of cards."
No out-of-body peeks at someone else's hand, of course. In all games we
play, says Monroe, cosmic or otherwise, there is really no way to break the
rules. No steps can be skipped. No lives left unlived. Each hand is played
out all the way.
And the dealer?
"Something's driving," says Monroe, watching the sun set over his ridge,
"but it's not the God of our childhood."

-May 18, 1986

<This message has been edited by Marcelo (edited 25 June 2000).>

<This message has been edited by Marcelo (edited 25 June 2000).>
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"For nothing is everything,everything is nothing, yet all is relative."

"Everything you know,...is Wrong!
soon we shall all discover the truth."

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