I have only seen this referred to in the (metaphysical) literature a few times, but, apparently, some of the folks flapping around in NPMR can "lean in" and view our lives and the world we live in "from the inside", and gain a sense of the realm through a particular person's consciousness. This may be by invitation only, or in the case of the exceptionally evolved, at will. (I almost never notice these latter kind... they can do their observing and thinking "very quietly". Other's can be somewhat leaky with their impressions: "OMG...! It all looks so real! Those cars! Those clothes This must be the time just before the 'Three Big'. " " ....shshshsh! I think he just heard you!") ...all in non-verbal communication. To them, this feels like looking at a film does to us... something already fixed, done, unalterable, and if you pick up that feeling from them you can easily mistake it for your own.
Occasionally, but not often, I will get what amounts to a request to look at, or think about, some object or or process.
An example or two: Many years ago I worked in a restaurant that is on the Flathead Indian Reservation. I gradually became aware of what I understood to be a small community of old fellows, who seemed to be living in a cave like world of darkness... no sight, no sound, some feeling. One or two of these "fellows" would sometimes "lean my way" (in an NPMR sense). I guess they liked my energy, and their's was something like a breath of fresh air to me. They never ever said or did a single thing that I knew of, but once there was sort of an exclamation point by one of them. It amounted to an expression of interest, which was perceivable as a question: "What happens at that spot?" The being had noticed that at a particular spot in the restaurant peoples' consciousness changed. (It was the place where the schedule, which was always changing, was posted. Apparently, there is a fairly regular, if brief, shift to a quieter consciousness when people are openly looking for information. I did try to explain a little of what happened there, but only that it was a place of pause or inquiry. I had the impression that the physical world as we have it was so far away from these guys that understanding what it means, for instance, to sit and have a cup of coffee with a friend would have been a tremendous achievement. The ideas of liquid and gravity (to keep the stuff in a cup) and cupness alone being just the wildest rote for them). The curious thing about it was that it was local in PMR. Apparently those guys are somehow affiliated to that piece of turf of space. I never heard from them or sensed them anywhere else.
Another instance: When I paint the house, like many a painter, I'll turn on a radio. Used to be AM oldies stuff. Apparently, the quieter consciousness that attends to physical craft type processes feels more approachable to non-carnates. Or maybe it is simply that I sense them more easily. But they would turn up, and (using Monroe-ist non-verbal communication) say "Ew. What's that noise?" And I would explain briefly that in this culture, we have this stuff called music that contains emotional forms. A person can cultivate various emotions by using the forms, etc... the basic rundown. This has happened a number of times. And, nearly invariably, the worst possible songs will start up.... "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to~", or "Now it's Judy's turn to cry, Judy's turn to cry, Judy's turn to criiiiiiiii-eee--I-I..." and they ask: "Oh. What's that about?" ....and I really really really really really want to lie. I mean, c'mon! But I just tell them that it's human non-sense, fiinally confessing that humans are just like monkeys, only more so. Nowadays when I paint the house I stick with NPR. (National Public Radio)
I'll bet Tom has piles of tales like this. It just isn't politic for respectable people to acknowledge that they have them. (Science guys are often big teases, and Tom is no exception: In his lectures, he seems to make a point of alluding to "OOM", out of mind experiences, but then lets it pass as though it were a joke. What he alludes to though is not a joke, in fact, it's the big prize.) Any pretensions that I might entertain of mainstream human respectability I laughed off long ago, so have no qualms talking about this sort of thing.