My First Conscious Astral Projection
I have experienced this phenomenon followed by four other times not exactly knowing that such separations could take place. I never believed in the two bodies, namely the soul and the vessel, the ethereal and the matter, consisting in a person. At the age of 21, in 1986, in a time I was influenced in drugs it happened and scared me to death thinking I actually died, departed from the vessel that was supposedly my being. I thought it caused due to weakness in the nerves, of intoxication perhaps, but I felt totally conscious during the whole progression and I still believe it really happened.
Thinking over the past, I recall tremendous dreams of flying and levitation. I had repeated dreams of visions, dreams depicting certain point of my life in the past and even now I do add stuff from my dreams in my writings. For example, ‘Bedrock’ was absolutely a dream. It wasn’t logic I knew of.
What about the patches of colour balls caught in the vision? And of those dreams of the past, I used to see me in a white uniform back in school. I wake up and vigorously count down how many years have passed since to this day. There’s something I have failed to do. I can’t figure out but I can say there are many things I failed to achieve. Somehow, I wonder, I haven’t seen this dream in the recent few years.
I’m a dreamer. I’ve spent days and years dreaming. I do have an image, a vision in my eyes usually. And because of that I do find I couldn’t bring out things into the materialistic world. I’ve turned chapters and pages about dreams…decoding dreams. I’m kind of insomniac, since I could remember, and I can tell that the most vivid dreams occur during the REM (rapid eye moment) or when half dozed. I’ve created melodies in my dreams. Not that all could be remembered. Only a few…just a handful…remained in the conscious mind. To derive anything out of a dream, or to remember the dreams at best and in detail, we do have to practice ‘dream association’. As soon as you wake up from a dream, try to stay calm and remember every detail till you best recollect all into the conscious mind because dreams occur in the subconscious mind…first step to dream interpretation. And it’s so patchy, every detail is important, eyes, hair, buttons, colour…they all picked from different files and is a puzzle to put together.
One experience, I woke up one day with a terrible dream. A bicycle crashed on to my ceiling and fell to the corner of my room. Simultaneously I heard the phone ringing. I picked to receive bad news. A cruise I arranged was not in dock and the passengers were waiting at the jetty for over an hour. I shouldn’t have arranged that boat. That was an instant shocker.
Some dreams tried to tell me something about my past. Something I failed to achieve. Some dreams could tell me something I’m bound to see in my future. Some even related so closely to an event taking place at the instant moment. It’s difficult to read dreams. I only know when it happens. Since I’m so distant to sleep, I don’t remember maintaining a proper day and night schedule. My biological clock doesn’t work properly. But when sleep finally reaches my eyes, I would be able to see vivid images, colourful bright images, in my eyelids. If not, if sleep isn’t there, I see black and white images. And a cool way to have a lot of dreams is to feel the outer air, maybe the ocean, leave the windows open.
On top of that, another reason to have dreams is because there is something disturbing in your systems and anatomies. Numbness, for instance, could trigger dreams captured at a more conscious level. You start dreaming as soon as you fall asleep but only a very tiny portion could remain in the memory.
I don’t believe anything I just said about dreams. In 1989, I read about ‘astral projections’ for the first time and I wrote this long time ago.
It was a warm day, tired and dizzy I took a nap on the sofa. I woke up in my sleep to find myself very restless and unable to stand. Though I didn’t see my physical body, I thought after a while, my body would not move anymore. I was then in a struggle to get up. I knew so well that my mother passed the floor several times. I could hear her footsteps. I feared she might call me and find me dead.
Then on my will I tried very hard and I was able to get up into a sitting position. Still wavy and off balance, I saw my footwear, side by side a little irregular. But I couldn’t get my feet on the floor. Here again I didn’t see my physical body. I was conscious and awake, things in view, the table fan switched on. I couldn’t see my mother because I couldn’t turn my head around. Anyway, I failed to get up and dropped back. Suddenly, I was awake…again.
Another scarier day I was lying in bed. I woke up once and I couldn’t even lift my fingers. I couldn’t move an arm but I was fully awake. I tried to get up. I called for help. I called mother. I wanted to tell her to shake me a bit and I might be able to get up. I was paralysed…I knew it. Was it the drug or the booze? Where was I last night? No, I wasn’t under an influence. I wasn’t consuming anything in the last few days. My nerves were weak obviously. I couldn’t get up. And there were these scary things that passed my mind in that state. This is how it feels when I’m dead. I’m supposed to know everything that goes around. Only I won’t be able to get up, I have no strength in a collapsed physical body. I screamed and screamed but my voice didn’t come out. I wasn’t going to lose at this point, I tried every effort to move my fingers…and at last…I was able to raise a finger.
And then a while later I was able to move my arms and finally woke up and felt little silly about all what happened. I just didn’t wake up…I was asleep. So I dropped my feet to the floor and reached to a sitting position. I saw my body doing it. But I wasn’t able to stand. Again…dropping back I had to go through the same struggle. Why can’t I get up? Once again I woke up fresh and realised this sequence of several waking ups were just dreams and fooling me. I wasn’t really waking up...last time it did the same. I was fast asleep. Again it happened to be another false alarm of a premature waking. It was the fourth time I actually woke and unbelievably discovered I practically didn’t even stir in bed. In one occasion I had a blanket over me that remained so.
I couldn’t believe all this scary thoughts that passed my mind during these experiences. I wished I never had a dream like that. I was seeing death in my face and I was supposed to be treated like a corpse.
When I read about the astral projection, I don’t know how much science supports this but learnt to release the ethereal at ease. Then it takes into a float at ceiling level, I can see my body lying down, at the same time I travel through the walls, through the refrigerator, through the palms and over the roofs. I could even hover few feet above ground. It wasn’t an easy thing to do, it requires technic to hold up there, it’s not about weight…I do fall sometimes, lightly. It is strange people can’t do it. There is an imaginary cord connected to the physical brain, they say. Any shock brings a vibration and returns the ethereal instantly to the physical body. An instant shock could even break this elasticity and totally fail to bring the soul back to the vessel. In that case you are pronounced dead.
I’ve had several of these levitating dreams. These dreams try to do things that you can’t do or faltered to do. I give a try…let it go without any hesitation. I still have lots of dreams but such a precise levitation hasn’t occurred for many, many years.