Table Of ContentPhase Research Center presents
THE PHASE
Shattering the Illusion of Reality
(Version 3.0, 2015)
By Michael Raduga
Translated by Peter Orange
Illustrated by Andrey Goodkov
Copyright 2015 by Michael Raduga
All my life I sought an elegant solution to one odd riddle. I sought it from Siberia to California,
from the field of neurophysiology to quantum physics, and in illegal experiments on thousands of
people. But the answer I found sent me into shock and changed my entire perception of reality. Unlike
others, I offer not only a new perspective on the world, but also step-by-step practices that can shake
the pillars of your limited reality, and give you revolutionary new tools for obtaining information, self-
healing, travel, entertainment, and much more.
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Part I: What is the Phase?
Chapter 1 – The Enigma
Chapter 2 – The Search for an Answer
Chapter 3 – The Answer
Part II: How to Enter the Phase Today
Part III: The Phase Practitioner's Practical Encyclopedia
Chapter 1 – General Background
Chapter 2 – The Indirect Method
Chapter 3 – The Direct Method
Chapter 4 – Becoming Conscious While Dreaming
Chapter 5 – Non-Autonomous Methods
Chapter 6 – Deepening
Chapter 7 – Maintaining
Chapter 8 – Primary Skills
Chapter 9 – Translocation and Finding Objects
Chapter 10 – Application
Chapter 11 – Useful Tips
Chapter 12 – A Collection of Techniques
Chapter 13 – Putting a Face on the Phenomenon
Chapter 14 – Final Test
Chapter 15 – The Highest Level of Practice
Chapter 16 – Real Examples of Phase Experiences
Appendix
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Part I: What is the Phase?
Chapter 1 – The Enigma
Mid-May, Moscow. A train arrives from a still-cold Siberia, and I step out. I'm 20 years old, don't
know anybody, don't have any money, and I'm awfully naive and insecure. Well, what desperate idea
brought me here and what will come of it all?
The Chain Reaction Begins
At first, you think everything's black and white. Then, you understand that many black things
are actually white, and vice versa. And then it turns out that there's neither one nor the other. Isn't that
the principal way we judge everything and how we understand life?
Now an avowed materialist and hardened pragmatist, it long seemed to me that I was into
things that were not only totally nuts, but were also lacking any tie to reality – to the world around us.
However, my mind can't stand such uncertainty and would always try to explain the situation. As a
result, each new step on my path in search of an answer incredibly expanded my field of activity, and
brought it frighteningly close to the most fundamental pillars of each of our lives.
However, having gone from many years of research on myself to illegal mass experiments on
people, I determined that everything in nature is logical and cohesive, and that miracles only take
place in the minds of the uninitiated. But do we want to know the plain truth about our world, and are
we ready to live in that reality?
Dear reader, quite soon you will have to rethink some important aspects of your day-to-day
life. But to keep things from getting too abrupt and painful, we'll start by talking about things that
seem quite strange at first – but they're just the appetizer. So please don't rush to conclusions. All
events in our lives are much more interrelated than is generally believed, and that's why the story of
solving my non-trivial problem will be much clearer if we start from the very beginning.
I was born on-campus at the Akademgorodok university complex in the Russian city of
Novosibirsk, which is the academic heart of Siberia. I grew up with Nuclear Physics, Thermal
Physics, and Computer Center being the names of bus stations, with zero degrees Fahrenheit being the
average temperature in winter, and summer lasting two months. I grew up alone with my mother in
what were very trying times for my country, which is why I spent my entire childhood in dormitories
and in constant want of basic necessities. That's probably why I was always sick, sniffling, and
suffering from asthma. I even got doctors' notes to sit out of physical education (PE) class, but that
didn't stop me from getting into martial arts and then weight lifting later on.
Since grandma was the head accountant at a large scientific research center, and mom was a
histologist at the morgue, my most vivid memories from childhood involve two-story computers
crunching away and playing with wooden blocks at mom's work. The soft tissue of the deceased
would stick to my play blocks because of the paraffin wax she used to make small specimens with a
microtome. Only now do I understand the strange looks of passersby when I would play and catch
grasshoppers in the building where mom worked.
However, the key factor became one special way that my mind worked, which led to me
graduating high school by the skin of my teeth. My mind stubbornly refuses to take in detail and
always tries to operate on nothing but the big picture and overarching systems. It's something like
inattention to detail, but in an extreme form. For example, I would be able to learn grammar rules
quite well in school, but I would write a seven-letter word with only six letters or make two or three
obvious spelling errors in it. I could reread the word a hundred times and still not see those mistakes.
Only after several hours or days (once my mind had forgotten what I had written) would I be able to
see those mistakes. They weren't yet words made of letters, but were still concepts made of symbols.
Having such a disorder, I was only able to get the lowest grades in many subjects at school, even
though I had the theory part down.
This "being special" had a flipside: a well-developed imagination and ability to see the whole
system behind things. In childhood, this allowed me to turn any household item into a toy. Any pencil
or even meat grinder could easily turn into a realistic spaceship or firearm. Even though I was unable
to write a single sentence without making mistakes, I was able graduate as the best in my class in
history; and I was the only one to have read works by Turgenev, Tolstoy, and Remarque all the way
through.
My childhood insecurities kept me from venturing out, and compelled me to read voraciously
and dream of the impossible. Although I now adhere to a thoroughly pragmatic worldview, back then
I would believe what I read in any tabloid about an alien visitation the day before, the end of the world
coming the next day, or Bigfoot lurking in every patch of woods. The words ESP and paranormal
were sacred to me. I always hoped to uncover some supernatural ability in myself and finally break
out of this ordinary world, which had always somehow seemed gray and boring. I believed in any and
all nonsense in the hope that the world was actually more interesting. And then, my dream came true.
The autumn I was 16 years old, I woke up in the middle of the night and opened my eyes. I had
awakened unusually early, and my mind and senses were super sharp. Taken aback, I decided to roll
over and fall back asleep, but I was unable to. I couldn't move! My first thought: It's all over, I've died!
Then a brilliant idea hit me: I'm being abducted by aliens! And well, isn't that how alien abduction
stories usually start? Nighttime, in bed, paralysis... I immediately realized what would come next:
They were now pulling me up into their flying saucer.
Although I had been waiting for this moment my entire life, I turned out to be unprepared for
it. The feeling of being absolutely terrified amplified until I felt my body levitate off the bed. After
pleading with the invisible aliens, I felt myself being returned. Thanks! I'll be brave enough for it next
time, guys! No sooner had I communicated that to them telepathically than I was lifted up off my bed,
and pulled legs first towards the window. At some point, I was able to move my arm and even clutch
at my comforter; but it were as if it weighed an entire ton, and I let go of it.
My fear substantially subsided when I realized that I was flying towards a closed window. Are
they going to use me to batter through the window? I've never read in newspapers about UFOs doing
that! I shut my eyes tight as I neared the glass. To my astonishment, my physical body went through
the window pane, which I felt with each of my internal organs! Now finding myself on the other side
of the window and in the starry, cold Siberian sky, I decided that I wouldn't be afraid anymore, and to
let what was about to happen, go ahead and happen. Judging from it all, I was in for a big surprise; but
then I shot up awake in bed, astounded. Actually, I wouldn't be able to sleep the rest of the night.
Here's where I'm going to tell you something that will either relieve you or disappoint you:
this book isn't at all about aliens. It's not even about what you think. So what happened next? Was it a
dream? I have had many vivid dreams since childhood, but this had hardly been a dream, as I had been
aware of everything and my physical body had been pulled outside. Why had I flown through the
window? Who knows what little green men are capable of! Why had I reappeared in my room so
suddenly? The aliens had erased my memory of what happened next! My mind ignored any
inconsistencies. I simply didn't know that the most interesting things were still ahead. What had
happened was much more earth-shattering than I thought, as I would soon find out.
In 1803, Thomas Young sent a beam of light through an opaque plate with two slits in it. Instead of seeing the expected
two lines on the viewing screen, he saw several lines, as if two waves of light from the two slits had been interfering
(overlapping) with each other. Over the 20th and 21st centuries, it has been proven that not only light, but also individual
elementary particles and even some molecules behave as waves – as if they were going through both slits at the same time.
However, if you place a sensor at the slits that observes what exactly happens to the particle at that point, and which slit it
finally ends up going through, then only two lines will appear on the projection screen, as if the fact of observation (indirect
influence) collapses the wave function and the experiment subject behaves as a particle.
Dreams of Superman
That had probably been the most dramatic and important event in my life, and I treasured it
and kept it alive in my memory. I even told somebody about it, but for some reason they didn't really
believe me. And why would they? In my mind, I was among the elect few whom the aliens had been
paying attention to and needed for some reason. My alien abduction would have been my biggest
achievement, were it not for the sequel.
A few months later, I woke up in bed during the day and was again unable to move. I was again
overcome by pure terror, but for some reason I immediately understood that this time, aliens had
nothing to do with it. How could there be aliens in broad daylight? But what if it had been nighttime...
For that or some other reason, my body wouldn't move anywhere. I simply lay terrified, trying to
move, and was able to after a minute or two. Now there had already been two paranormal events in
my life, but how could I explain what had happened?
I gradually recalled books and articles about psychics who would "leave their bodies" or enter
the "astral plane." Judging from those descriptions, I had had something similar to their experiences
happen to me: vibrations, noise in the ears, and paralysis in the body. Generally speaking, I had
always dreamed about and even tried it, but to no avail. When it happened a few weeks later, my
suspicions were confirmed.
I will again bring relief to some and disappointment to others: This book is not about out-of-
body experiences or astral travel – not even close. But we'll get to that.
That's when it became clear that I had a unique gift that I needed to develop. After all, it could
open up incredible opportunities, and the world no longer seemed gray and boring! At a bookstore, I
found a section that had answers to all my questions and contained the God-given truth on everything:
the New Age & Occult section... Of course, I was unable to buy any books due to a lack of funds, and
that's why I simply read them there in the store. Back then, I would visit bookstores more often than
the most devout go to church.
The books would partially touch upon out-of-body travel, the astral plane, or lucid dreaming,
but the techniques they described wouldn't work for some reason. However, I started to have
spontaneous experiences once every few weeks. For some reason, it was always after sleeping. I
would still experience terror, but I was able to get over it. At first, I would "push out" only one arm
for a couple of seconds. The next time, I would be able to "push out" the upper part of my body, and
then after some time I was able to walk around the room and get used to the sensations, having
already "separated" from my body. I also noticed that sometimes I would "leave" my body with my
soul while in my room, and at other times I would find myself in some other world – maybe it was
that very same "astral plane" that I had read about in books and newspapers. I would also start to have
lucid dreams: I would suddenly realize while dreaming that everything around me was a dream, and
then do what I wanted. Thus, I had obtained three whole superpowers! And I was ready to slap
anybody who said I was wrong. You see, it was all real in terms of how I experienced it.
Don't think it was all something I imagined or dreamed – the feeling of horror didn't come
without a reason. While in those unusual states, I remained fully conscious and self-aware, but I
couldn't feel my physical body in my bed. Meanwhile, all of my senses were intact in my "separated"
soul or some phantom, astral body. Those sensations were so vivid that they were often hyper-
realistic, and the clarity of perception exceeded that of the normal human senses many times over.
While there, one thought kept nagging at me: Why is it all as realistic as the physical world? How is
that possible?!
I should add that by then, mom had married and I had a little brother. They all moved to even
more northern reaches of Siberia, and at 18 years old, I was completely on my own. It was work – or
starve. Since I couldn't enroll in a university right away and become an Orientalist, and since I was a
well-built athlete, I had been working as a bouncer at night clubs since the age of 17. My first
experiences with real life, money, and women took place at such a "distinguished" establishment.
However, both at work and at home, I could hardly stop thinking about my "gift." I wanted to
study it, figure out what it was, and discover all the opportunities that it brought. Although everything
was awfully muddled and obscure, I was 100 percent sure that there was an elegant explanation for
what had occurred, which could be incorporated into a logically coherent worldview. But how?
It seemed experimentation and practice would be necessary. And that's when I stepped on the
same rake that everyone does when it comes to these things. How to check whether or not you're
really "outside" of your body? You'd have to appear before somebody or find out something that you
didn't know before. For example, you could check to see which card you had pulled from a deck and
placed face-down on your dresser. It all looks easy, but isn't in practice. It's as if you "exit" your body
and then appear in the physical world. However, you'll see the right card as often as would be
predicted by chance. The same goes for other tests of the same sort. Even more puzzlingly, even
though I was "leaving my body," why did I still perceive everything in my usual physical body, and
why was it that I often could not do things I expected to be easy, like levitating or walking through a
wall?
Either way, I gradually understood in no uncertain terms that this works best not when falling
asleep (as is recommended everywhere in books), but upon awakening, and especially in the morning
or after a daytime nap. It wasn't until later that I realized that people simply value experiences obtained
upon awakening less, and therefore often distance themselves from them. I use the intuitive term "the
direct method" to refer to those less effective actions performed before falling asleep, and the
"indirect method" to refer to those performed upon awakening. It was the latter of the two that was
giving me more and more opportunity to experiment. And that had serious consequences: I was able
to verify whether everything they wrote about in the books on the New Age & Occult shelf checked
out in practice. Isn't that where all those fantastic and amazing stories come from – from the fact that
readers don't have the ability to verify them in practice?
For example, in one book I read about how after "leaving the body," you could fly up to
people you know, pinch them, and leave a real bruise. Many people's jaws drop when they read that, as
did mine when I was a child. But now, I could try it out. Having caught the moment of awakening, I
could employ a technique, "leave" my body, fly out to my friends and family, and pinch them
everywhere possible. Well, I tried it dozens of times before asking myself a simple question: If the
author had really done it, then why did he talk about it so casually, and why didn't he at least try it out
one more time? He would have received the Nobel Prize if it were true, for starters. Alas, he gave us
nothing but a brief description. All such stories are based on the same template. As are all such books.
And none of them can be repeated in an experimental setting...
The regularity of my experiences – by then I had had several dozen – pointed to something
else. No matter which place I ended up, it always had the same properties. That is to say, if I "left my
body," my opportunities would be the same as if I had entered the "astral plane" or had a lucid dream.
Exactly the same! Moreover, when "leaving my body," I often began to notice that the configuration
of our apartment wasn't exactly the same: Something might be missing or not have been there before.
But it finally got through to me that if any other person did what I did, than they, too, would
"leave their body." That is to say, I didn't have any special ability and God knows what I was doing
with my time, as all experiments related to real-world application had ended in failure. I was
overcome by a sense of complete disappointment. It had turned out that all my hopes were pinned on
some crock.
Thanks to a 1927 discovery, thousands of scientists and students have repeated one and the same simple experiment by
shining a laser through a hole that gradually becomes smaller. Logically, the visible laser point on the projection screen
shrinks as the hole contracts. But when the hole becomes narrow enough, the laser point suddenly widens and expands across
the screen until the hole closes. This is the clearest proof of the quintessence of quantum physics – the Heisenberg uncertainty
principle, which states: The more precisely we define one of a pair of properties in a quantum system, the more uncertain the
other property becomes. In this case, the more precisely we define the position of the laser photons by making the hole
smaller, the more uncertain their momentum becomes.
Renewed Horizons
I'm thankful that I was lucky enough for it to all have happened when I was 18 and 19 years
old. Later on, people often came my way that were unable to let go of their beliefs because their entire
worldview had been based on those beliefs for decades. It's hard to admit to yourself that you've been
wrong about everything, starting from square one.
After several months of complete disappointment in my "gift," I suddenly began to notice that I
was still drawn to having such experiences, even if I wasn't actually leaving my body at all. First of
all, it was still the most amazing feeling you could imagine. Second, I clearly understood that this
practice gave me my only opportunity to go somewhere besides the Siberian steppes, and to see
people who I couldn't in real life (for example, the girl who wouldn't notice me). Third, I increasingly
felt that there was great potential here, but that I simply didn't know which way to go.
But was I all alone with my "gift"? The answer I arrived at was surprisingly optimistic. Let's
say I can't do what others are unable to do. By corollary, I can do everything that at least one person
on the planet can do. That's how I gradually approached my next wave of practice. This time, I threw
out any outside sources of information; and I started from a clean slate, evaluating what had taken
place in as unbiased and objective a manner as possible. The process gradually consumed me to the
point that I wanted to concentrate on my research more, and so I quit my job. Since I was on my own,
the situation taught me to live on a few dollars a month and still be a serious athlete. I also learned
what it's like to live in Siberia with the power turned off due to non-payment, and what social
isolation means.
However, those were the most productive years of my life. Although I dreamt of some
research center where I would be able to conduct experiments involving a large number of
practitioners, in reality I could count on nobody but myself. That's why I set up my schedule so that I
could do as many attempts within a 24-hour period as possible upon awakenings: after nighttime
sleep, morning sleep, daytime naps, and even evening sleep.
In search of an elegant solution to the mystery of the phenomenon, I experimentally came to
the quite simple conclusion that "out-of-body travel," or "lucid dreaming," and the "astral plane,"
were of one and the same nature. And that's why one and the same techniques are used to experience
all of those phenomena. And that's why the properties of space and practitioner's opportunities are
always the same, no matter what you call the experience.
As it turned out, if it's all one and the same, then researching any one of the phenomena can be
counted as researching all the others. Although mystics wrote about the astral plane in 19th century
books, the study of lucid dreaming got its start in 1975 when Keith Hearne proved the ability to
maintain consciousness while dreaming in an experiment at the University of Hull. Next, Stephen
LaBerge repeated a similar experiment at Stanford University. In both experiments, participants
exhibited previously agreed-upon eyeball movements while instrumentation showed that their brains
were asleep.
Initial findings on the physiology of the brain demonstrated that in most cases the
phenomenon was caused by rapid eye moment (REM) sleep, during which centers of consciousness
anomalously activate. That's when I gradually began to realize that with careful study, modern science
with its phenomena and questions was far cooler and mysterious than any and all religion, mysticism,
or new-age occultism.
In order to keep the various phenomena together, I began to use the term "phase" or "phase
state." The phase is not some alternative to all the other jumbled terms out there, but is the unification
of them all. An umbrella term was also necessary for the reason that it turns out that the phase
encompasses many more phenomena than one would guess. For example, sleep paralysis (where it all
started for me) is also related to the phase. My "alien abduction" story was clearly rooted in it. And
that's just the tip of the iceberg. Back then, it never occurred to me how far all this could go, and what
quite unexpected things the phase could relate to.
But how elegant was this unifying theory and to what extent did it fit in with my worldview?
The phase was still some strange, ivory-tower phenomenon. However, even if the phase was clearly
something extraneous to my otherwise cohesive worldview, everything seemed right when it came to
the small details. Even though that seeming discrepancy turned out to be a ticking time bomb in my
mind, that theory was completely sufficient for me for the time being.
It turned out that in the phase, I was able to travel the Earth, throughout outer space, and in
time. Even though it doesn't happen for real – far from it – it's more real than the physical world in
terms of sensation. I was also able to meet any person, even if they were very far away, deceased, or
famous. Once again, these encounters were as real as they could have been in the physical world, and
even more so. You can hear a person's voice, touch them, smell their perfume, and even scrutinize the
