The Fourth Dimension 287I lay there a while longer, still concentrating on the
light reflections produced by my keys on the rock. Then I
heard something like voices in the distance. I had a
familiar sensation as my soul left my body. It was then I
recognized the music: Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture, full
and rich.
I couldn't feel my body nor see anything, but my whole
being seemed to merge with the music and become part
of that vibratory wave length that surrounded me.
The clear pitch of the instruments and the sounds of
the percussion were like a vehicle of ecstasy for my soul.
When the music finished, I heard the voice of a disc
jockey, speaking in some Germanic language. I still had
no sensation of my body or my eyes; everything was
pure, all-encompassing sound.
The melodic theme began to shift, flowing into a
completely different kind of music, like something you
might hear in a supermarket. I began to feel as if my
whole soul were stretching into infinity as it followed
the impulse of the sounds. Then I was flying in space,
moving at a great speed one moment, then slowing
down or ascending and descending. I had no conception
of time, but at some point during this process, I became
aware of space and distance. I was very far away from
the Earth. A big sphere was in front of me; my
perception of it was that of a huge person looking at the
terrestrial globe suspended in the universe. All was
movement and sound. The sound waves were on an
even frequency, something I'd never heard before. It
reminded me of a telephone dial tone, but its evenness
came out of a conglomeration of millions and millions of
combined, yet independent, sounds or units of sound.
The movement was also even. I could see the clouds
surrounding the planet and the European continent
coming into view. The sun shining upon the Mediter-