That comet pizza painting reminded me of my first OBE

The one with the green and red people.

I was six years old playing soccer when I got winded by a hard kick to my chest. The pain was excruciating.

My friend's dad was a doctor and layed me on my back and began pumping my legs up to my chest and back down.

There were people all around watching it.

All of a sudden, I could see as if I was a spectator.

I could see the doctor with his yamulke on his head over me.


That might have been around the time the witch lady would visit me at night.

Maybe those "pizza parties" are ways to get spirits to attach to others.

THERE ARE OTHER WAYS.