Could not finish this, even though I tried very hard. I was so looking forward to this, based on description and many many glowing reviews.
If I wasn’t already a believer in OBE, and have met people who have had OBE, this book would convince me otherwise.
The dialog, (such as it was) was strange, and his descriptions of his excursions were both believable in some instances and hallucinatory in others. After a while, I started to feel like his entire body of recollections were nothing more that an assortment of vivid hallucinations and dreams.
Sorry if my opinion offends anyone, but I didn’t get it.