The Path of Sound: A Visit to the Monroe Institute PDF
If I’m lucky, sometime in the next four days I’ll have an out-of-body experience. It will happen as part of a training program called Gateway Voyage at the Monroe Institute outside of Charlottesville, Virginia. The trip there takes me into the deep green foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains and, as the country road unwinds in front of me, images of Institute Founder Bob Monroe, who died in 1995, flood my mind. I have not been back here in 23 years.
Although he owned a thriving cable broadcasting business, and had worked in Manhattan for decades, Bob had a country haircut and looked like a rural judge. Cranky yet avuncular, he was an unusual mix of tolerance and toughness; suspenders and belt worn together marked him as a man who wanted to know for sure. When I first met him in 1970, he was in late middle age, had long been successful in both the radio and television business, and was an avid pilot. But none of that mattered much to him anymore because, of something that happened one morning in 1956. As he explained it: “I was lying in bed thinking what a nice day Saturday was going to be.
Publication History: Intuition Magazine, October 1998, Issue 24, pp. 30-35 and 53-58
