Mortal Fusion

Summary

The text describes personal experiences of the author, Ulf Wolf, who reflects on the profound connection between the spirit and the flesh, likening it to being bonded by "Superglue," and recounts two instances where he felt his spirit separate from his body.

Abstract

In "Mortal Fusion," the author, Ulf Wolf, uses the metaphor of "Superglue" to convey the inseparable bond between the spirit and the physical body. He recalls two distinct occasions when he felt his spirit detach from his flesh: once during a surgical procedure under ether anesthesia and once post-coitus, both experiences leaving him with a profound sense of the spirit's independence from the corporeal form. Despite the incredulity such experiences might invite, Wolf is adamant about the reality of these events, affirming his identity as spirit over flesh and offering a personal testament to the duality of human existence.

Opinions

The author believes that the spirit's merge with the flesh is so profound that it can be likened to being fused with "Superglue."
He expresses uncertainty about when or how this "glue" was applied but is certain of its strength and rapid curing.
Wolf's recollection of his spirit's separation during surgery suggests a belief in the possibility of transcending physical constraints.
The second instance of spiritual separation, following an act of love, implies the author's view that emotional intensity can lead to metaphysical experiences.
The author is convinced of the authenticity of his out-of-body experiences, despite acknowledging that others might dismiss them as imagination.
Wolf's narrative reflects a strong conviction in the primacy of the spirit over the physical body, a belief that shapes his understanding of self.
He chooses not to widely share these experiences, anticipating skepticism, yet he remains firm in his personal knowledge and truth.

AKA Superglue

The mortal fusion of spirit with flesh — Superglue

The word that Origen was casting about for when he tried to describe how deeply merged with the flesh is the spirit hadn’t quite surfaced yet, and that word is Superglue.

I am not sure when, precisely, that glue was so generously applied, or by what or whom, but it sure was applied and it sure cured fast enough, and I haven’t been able to separate spirit (me) from flesh (my body) since.

Well, I take that back, I did separate twice. Once under ether anesthesia (they were setting a broken arm) when in the middle of the procedure they (talk about bad planning) ran out of ether and I kind of woke up before they had scrambled up some more of that ghastly stuff. My recollection is of returning to this solar system, passing Jupiter on my rush back to Earth, and then the next drop hit, and I flew right back into ether-induced oblivion again.

I was ten years old and I told no one about this.

The second time was just after lovemaking with my at-the-time girlfriend. Early 1969. Winter. Suddenly, just after orgasm and literally out of nowhere (or out of nothing recognizable or definable at any rate) I am seized by utter revulsion at the animalistic bestiality of the act (which only moments ago had been pure manifestation of love). And I screamed (silently) a wish: “Out!”.

And I wished this so hard, so with my entire being that the universe took notice and cooperated, the superglue lost its footing and I sailed up and out into the universe. I found myself miles and miles up in the winter sky, relieved and confused in equal measure. Then, barely seconds later, the earth-elevator tracked me down, seized me, and rushed me down the chute straight into my body with an almost “plop”.

This elevator suction is more real than the ascension, which was instant; the chute journey took time — yes, only seconds, but even seconds of speed-falling are measurable and are time.

Unrelieved but just as confused I looked at my girlfriend. Had she noticed? No, deep in happy aftermath all was well with her.

Me, one single thought: “What on earth (or off earth) was that?”

I don’t tell people (and by people, I mean family and friends) about this because it’s so easy to conclude that I was just imagining things, no one sails a hundred miles up onto the night sky by sheer intention — besides, since you are the brain, right, I’d like to see the brain head for outer space.

But to the one to whom it happened, the one whose experience it is (was), there is no doubt. I, as spirit, tore free from the superglue and took instant (and very efficient) wing.

And I am very glad that I did, for whenever the question arises: am I flesh or spirit, the answer is always, and forever: spirit.

This I know.

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