Wow, I had a short near-PCE[1] as a result of looking at fear!
It happened after I got to the bottom of the feelings delineated in the ‘Intimacy’ thread (posts 26, 27, 28). This ‘bottom’[2] was protecting a deep separation distress which then got exposed, and I felt the all-too-familiar immense fear at being a contingent being utterly separate from everyone, and thus eternally lonely. Initially, I was fighting this fear. Then I let it happen, whilst remembering to allow the thrilling side of it. I agreed to this part of ‘me’ (sexual identity) dying, so I said ‘yes’ to the fear (“fear of death”) and wholeheartedly embraced and welcomed it by letting it ‘do its job to completion’ (“thrill of death”). I remember also thinking perhaps it is best to let this body ‘come out’ and live, while letting the occupant die willingly, which seems to be the key for transition here.
I had been strolling back and forth from the kitchen to my desk. As I was walking towards the desk, something shifted (‘arriving here’) and I finally find myself as this body (flesh and blood body Syd) being here. Visual perception became spectacular, and I was so here (where it is utterly safe; thus no fear). Immediacy & stillness accompanied naturally. The whole thing must have lasted no more than 3 seconds, though - but when ‘I’ came back I was enjoying and appreciating (loneliness was no more). I felt the naive part of myself; how “virginal, unaffected, unselfconsciously artless” it is, without adult sophistications.
This experience has absolutely convinced me that ‘fear’ is not an enemy! Fuck, I’m even looking forward to it (fear) the next time it happens! 
Because it is so short in duration, I’m unable to definitely characterize it as a PCE, yet it had the qualifies of a PCE. ↩︎
A passionately held belief about who ‘I’ am (sexually) in relation to others; I may get to writing about it later if others here promise not to pounce on me with wedding bells (joking). ↩︎