I got up when the alarm went off, stayed up for a short while, then went back to bed. I started to sing "Hu" softly. I lay there for some time, but nothing happened. Frustrated, I turned over on my side and fell asleep. Suddenly I snapped to full consciousness: I was now floating above my bed. I decided to fly straight up through the roof.
Who needs a door? As the upper part of my astral form penetrated the ceiling, I could see wooden ceiling beams and electrical wiring, then six inches of fiberglass insulation.
When I pushed through the shingled roofing, I found myself looking at an early morning sky filled with tiny stars. In awe I floated there above the roof of my house. I decided to try something a little different this time. Hovering there in the cool morning air, I projected, "I want to see the Light!
Maybe I got too cocky, because I was abruptly gripped with unexplainable fear. She had told me that two people having simultaneous out-ofbody experiences could locate each other with very little difficulty. Suddenly, I was moving very rapidly and stopped just as abruptly. I found myself standing in an apartment that was unfamiliar to me. Then all at once, without any warning, a rare thing happened. I lost consciousness. I remember nothing after that point.
I woke up that morning still shaken from the unexplainable fear. What I asked myself later was: Could the apartment have been Rosanna's? Did I get in over my head? Was I too high, too fast, too soon? In any case, I knew that I needed to develop more confidence before I attempted to see the Light. After I made my request to see the Light, I felt emotionally and spiritually naked.
I felt as if all that I am, and have been, suddenly came to the forefront. I felt I should have been coming from a position of humility rather than one of arrogance.
For some reason I not only knew I was not ready to see the Light, but at my present state of awareness, I wouldn't be able to handle it if I did.
I sang "Hu" softly. I soon slipped into the state of paralysis, accompanied by the now-familiar buzzing sound. I felt the upper half of my body begin to float upward. My astral vision came on-line, although I was not quite ready to look directly at the humanoid shape standing on my right about three feet away.
This time instead of panicking, I concentrated on the thought that this could be my guide. I gathered all of the courage I had and said, "Hello. I repeated my greeting; still no answer.
I was beginning to feel a little frightened, having been given the cold shoulder. I gave up my attempts to communicate, reentered, and reconnected. I watched the figure slowly disappear as I completed the reconnection with my body. A strange mingling of planes occurred this time. I dropped off to sleep with my legs intertwined with my wife's. I was jolted to full awareness by two sets of arms pulling on my astral arms. I also felt a great amount of pressure near my tailbone.
I mentally projected that I didn't like that feeling, and the pressure immediately decreased but did not cease. I then reached up to feel the arms and hands pulling me. The arms were soft and feminine. I reconnected and. My wife said I had moaned aloud so she shook me with her legs. Through this I learned that it is possible to have an out-of-body experience even though a human is physically touching me. However, Dr. Because of an unknown fear, I feel more at ease attempting an out-of-body experience when my wife is near rather than when I am alone.
Is there safety in numbers on the astral plane? Sometimes I wish she could leave her body too. But since that is not the case, her physical presence is better than nothing at all.
However, on the next rather brief excursion I was on my own. February Attempting an out-of-body experience without my wife close by made me feel a little uneasy. I guess in a lot of ways I have grown astrally dependent on her. When the situation gets out of control, with her help I punch out.
What's more, not all of my out-of-body experiences have been planned; some have just happened. I wasn't sure if I was prepared for this possibility. I decided not to try any preparatory techniques. I drifted into a light sleep, and shortly, I woke up feeling paralyzed. Since I was alone, I was very reluctant to "get out. I wasn't quite ready for this as if I ever am! I fought my way back to the physical and reconnected. Who were the new apparitions?
They resembled religious monks. I wondered if I was simply dreaming or was this an authentic visitation. And if so, what could they possibly want from me? In retrospect, the strange part about this visitation was that I was not the only one to see these hooded figures; so did someone else who at the time I had not met, but would soon become one of my dearest friends.
Kimberly Clark Sharp, author of After the Light, wrote about the monklike entities long before we'd ever met. However, a major difference between her encounter and mine was that the figures also spoke to her: she saw them after her near-death experience and I saw them while partially out-of-body.
Later, I would discover that in fact the nonphysical entities I had seen were trying to communicate with me, but I was too preoccupied with suppressing my fear. This kept me from raising my own vibratory level to that of the hooded figuresalmost like partially tuning into a television station where you can pick up the video but not the audio. This was also one of my first encounters with what I later found out are guiding spirits.
These spirits come and go depending on the needs of the one being guided. In a way, they were preparing me for the role of a slightly different sort of guide, a psychic rescuer. Behold, I send an angel before thee, to keep thee in the way, and to bring thee unto the place which I have prepared.
Exodus I was instantly back in my body, feeling paralyzed, except that in my third eye there was a picture. I focused on it, and it grew larger. Then I was in the picture. I leaned forward and took off into the sky.
I flew around for a while, then returned to my body. The picture in the third eye reoccurred and I flew again, but this time while flying, I felt drawn to a large one-story building. I floated through the front doors into a huge dining. The room was filled with humanoid figures dressed in nineteenth-century attire. I immediately thought of Gone With the Wind and smiled, because I never liked that movie. Milling through the crowded room were three entities serving food and drinks.
Although the room was filled to capacity, I somehow sensed these three shapes as the only genuine apparitions. Feeling less threatened by one, a female entity, I cautiously approached her. She was dressed like the kitchen help from a Southern plantation. The female looked at me, then quickly turned back to her duties. At first I pretended to talk to the figures at nearby tables because I wasn't sure what was going on. Were these three figures entities or not? Why did I sense a difference between them and the rest of the figures?
Why was I drawn here in the first place? Why did I feel the need to help them? I watched the female entity for a while, then asked, "What are you doing? I approached her again and said, "You don't have to cater to these people anymore. They aren't real! I told the woman that I was leaving and that they were all welcome to come with me. I turned to the seemingly crowded room and announced, "I'm leaving, and no one here's going to stop me! The crowd of imitation people showed as much interest as a room full of mannequins.
I walked to the front doors, went outside, and was immediately followed by all three of the entities I had been talking to. One of the males kept looking back over his shoulder as if he expected an angry mob to burst suddenly from the building. Trying to ease his concerns, I turned to him and smiled. He seemed to sense my confidence and relaxed a bit. I instructed all of them to join hands, lean forward, and push off. We all flew! I kept low at first, then we began to climb rapidly.
I glanced back and forth, checking on my students' progress. Suddenly without warning they disappeared.
After this encounter I was filled with questions. Where did the entities disappear to? Why didn't I fear them as I usually did? How long had these three been stuck in this. I remember Dr. For example, an individual may pass on and not know it, or refuse to accept his own death; then he may continue to "haunt" an old stomping ground, castle, hotel, etc.
It would later be explained by someone very close to me that not only should I have helped, but I was obli-. I became curious about the origin of the expression "the witches are riding you," used by my grandmother's generation to describe the paralysis.
My aunt informed me she had a book that described witches traveling outof-body. She told me that while she was reading the book, she became so frightened she tossed the book up into the top of her closet and tried to forget it. The book remained there unopened for years. To make a long story short, I got my hands on this mystical manuscript, entitled The Magic of Witchcraft.
The book describes how witches were linked with the dead and astral travel and how they communicated with spirits while out-of-body. The book also explains how witches lingered around graveyards to assist the newly departed dead to adapt to the spirit realm.
It appears that witches have long taken on the responsibility of rescuing lost souls. Was this what I had done? Could I be considered a witch? I began to wonder if this is how the paralysis became associated with "riding witches. Three hundred years ago would I have been accused of practicing witchcraft? Were early astral travelers burned at the stake in Salem for speaking of their out-ofbody explorations?
An interesting connection is that this theory of "psychic rescue" is described in the book Seth. This then explains the compelling urge I had to help the Southern plantation entities. Is this what I am supposed to be doing as part of my out-of-body travels? Am I destined to help lost and confused souls? I began to wonder if this could now explain my fear of ghosts and spirits. Have they been trying to contact me unbeknownst to my everyday self?
I lay flat on my back and drifted off into a light sleep. I woke up in the grip of the paralysis. I also observed that my wife was holding my hand; at least I thought it was her. I noticed the hand felt smaller than usual, almost childlike. This was frightening. I felt my astral body floating upward from the waist down. I projected, "I don't want to have an out-of-body experience. In response, the voice changed to female, as if it sensed my fear.
The female voice was more calming but not much. As if to further ease my anxiety, the voice changed to a soft whisper. I found this less threatening, and I tried to relax.
But I still didn't want an out-of-body experience, soft voice or not! This conflict continued for a long time. I would force. Finally I reconnected and sat up. My wife was over on the other side of our king-size bed. Her back and hands were out of my reach. So whose hand had I been holding?
To find out, I lay down and swiftly slipped back into the paralysis. The hand was there again, gently holding mine. After I forced another earthly reconnection, I got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and said aloud, "That is enough. I have to go to work in the morning. The whole series of events had taken three hours!
I went back to bed and slept the remainder of the night without further interruption. I had reached a stage when I was frequently contacting spirits on the astral plane. Yet the instinctive fear I felt kept holding me back. I did take a step forward on my next flight, but conquering the fear would continue to be my biggest obstacle. April 12, I lay down and went through the usual preparations.
I let go of the physical. I don't remember leaving my body, but I do recall the sensation of flying. I seemed to be on autopilot, flying high and steady. I remembered I had spoken to an Eckankar friend about my failed attempts to meet my guide.
My friend asked simply, "Did you look behind you? To my surprise there was an "entity" supporting my legs and feet, helping me to fly! I waved at it, and it waved back. This was weird! It released my legs, flew up beside me, and hugged my waist. Fear closed in on me, but I managed to suppress it.
The entity pointed downward at what looked like Stonehenge. We circled repeatedly over this ancient ceremonial circle. I could see figures moving in and around the huge stones.
Each would stop briefly at a pillar, then move on to the next. The scene reminded me, oddly, of patrons at an art gallery. I was concentrating so hard on controlling my fear that I missed what the entity said. At last I felt I'd had enough of this new experience and thought of returning to my body. I sensed a quick visual shift, then rapid motion. I was back and reconnected, yet I was left very disturbed by what I'd just seen! The following week would bring another encounter with the same spirit.
The same problem with communication would persist, though. I simply could not get past being mortally afraid. April 19, I prepared for takeoff, relaxed, and let go of my physical body. I found myself flying in autopilot mode again. I looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, there was. This time "Otto" as in "Otto-matic pilot" did not wait for me to acknowledge his presence. Otto flew up and hugged me around my waist.
I didn't want to look at Otto directly, but I did notice his color and skin pattern kept changing. Once again Otto pointed down. As before, we were flying over Stonehenge. Fear crept over me as Otto spoke into my ear. I still cannot recall what Otto said. We flew round and round over Stonehenge. Otto continued to speak, and I continued to be very uneasy. I decided to return. I thought of my body, there was a quick shift, I reconnected, and sat up. Although I tried, I was not able to go back to sleep this time.
Until that point every out-of-body experience I'd experienced was unique; there had been no repeat trips. Two astral excursions to the same place must mean something, but what? What was Otto trying to tell me? No matter how hard I tried to remember, I couldn't. Soon I would discover that the information I received directly from Otto would be like planting a seed in the soil of my psyche for sprouting and blooming at a later date. I felt as if I was being spiritually cultivated.
I began to suffer from overconfidence, and I told my wife not to bother pulling me back to safety the next time. How foolhardy this was I found out several weeks later. May 5. I was suddenly aware of a loud roaring sound all around me.
It was as if a windstorm was raging in my bedroom. The noise was almost too much to bear. My floating motion upward came to an abrupt halt. As if from nowhere, someone or something pressed firmly up against my backside, from the back of my head to the heels of my feet. I projected mentally, "Otto, I don't like this! I reached back with my astral hands and felt down a pair of arms until I reached the hands. I grabbed them and shook them, trying to provoke a reaction, to no avail.
The hands felt lifeless and rubbery. The hands and fingers were oddly flattened and tucked in close to the legs. This "thing" not only was pressing hard against me, it was breathing slowly in my ear, and I didn't like it. If this thing was Otto, then he was showing far too much affection for me. Fear sparked to life within me, and I hit the panic button. Nothing happened! Where was my wife? Hadn't she heard me? Then I remembered telling her if she heard me moan, don't touch me, because I can reconnect.
I panicked completely, forgetting about the "little finger" trick. I moaned again, with no response. I felt a hard shove, reconnected with my body, and sprang to a sitting position. I got up and walked into the bathroom, still shaken.
Yet when I looked into the mirror, I realized what had transpired during the out-of-body experience. The "thing" had been my own body! I remembered tucking my hands in close to my thighs as part of my preflight preparations. And the slow deep breathing made sense for a sleeping body. I went back to bed feeling a little foolish. Being afraid of my own body was one reason; the other was the overconfidence that my wife pointed out for me. I was still mulling over this lesson when a new manifestation of astral travel showed itself to me.
I had been thinking in terms of my astral body being a copy of my physical body, but a new journey showed me yet another fascinating variation. May 10, I lay down that night not really thinking about an outof-body experience. I relaxed and drifted off to sleep. I woke at the sound of an intermittent loud crackling.
I was vibrating like crazy! I prepared for liftoff, focused my thoughts, and rose majestically upward into the. I stopped and quickly looked back down. On the bed lay two figures; was one of them me? I'm not really sure why, but I looked this time, briefly. My wife was on her left side with her back toward my body. It was strange how detached I felt looking at what was supposed to be me. Yet it wasn't really me at all, more like a costume I wear.
I moved over to a corner and quickly scanned the room, looking for uninvited guests. I ferent. I was not using my astral body. I was not using any body at all! I can describe this in no other way but this: I appeared to be a pinpoint of consciousness and no more. I could see the room in all directions at once. Where was my astral body? Did I forget it somewhere? I was overwhelmed, amazed, and ready to return. I floated back to my body without incident and reconnected. What was this all about?
I seemed to have left my astral body behind. I began to wonder why I needed an astral body in the first place. Could it be that the shock of not having a pseudoastral body would be too disorienting? Did a part of me, maybe the higher self, create the vehicle to provide some stability for me? During this experience I also became aware of vibrational levels that I could not perceive on earlier jaunts.
Without the limitations of the astral body, I was somehow now able to sense other nonphysical levels expanding all around me. All of this was starting to make sense to me somehow. The astral body is just that, a vehicle for the astral plane. But in order to transition. A further strange connection occurred a few days later.
Over the past few months I had developed a hunger for metaphysical literature. I read everything I could find. The odd thing was, most of the books I read were gifts or were recommended by a friend, or sometimes by a complete stranger. For example, on one occasion, after eating breakfast at a local restaurant and waiting at the cash register to pay my tab, a man commented about the book I was holding. It was Seth Speaks by Jane Roberts. At the good doctor's insistence, I recounted a recent out-of-body experience.
After I finished speaking, one of the IANDS members walked up to me and slipped a piece of paper into my shirt pocket. He said, "This is your next book! The next day I ordered the book.
Soon I received a phone call from the bookstore in Newport Beach. Zolar had arrived and I could pick it up. I drove to the bookstore, bought the book, and left. When I tore off the paper, I was shocked by the coverit featured a picture of Stonehenge.
Remembering my last two trips, I began to feel a weird tingling sensation creeping up my spine. What the heck was this about? Even though in the last two out-of-body experiences my guide had been there without my seeking him out, I found out this is not always the case. I guess he has better things to do than baby-sit an apprentice astral traveler. But I tried to contact him anyway.
August 20, After I used the interrupted sleep technique, I performed an abbreviated preflight routine and teetered on the edge of sleep. Still in my physical body I snapped to full lucidity, having been startled by the sound of a roaring wind.
While still in the grip of paralysis, I decided to choose a destination before I left my body. Flying near the clouds would be interesting. I faded or dissolved out of my body and materialized flying high above the ground. That was a different way to start! I paused, then reached for the sky, and climbed at an incredible rate of speed.
Soon I was among the clouds. Most were heavily saturated with moisture. I was homing in on a large, dark cloud when my internal warning system went off. A peculiar feeling of danger took hold of me, which confused me. But one thing was clear, change course, now! Suddenly there were no clouds, just an endless night filled with tiny points of light.
All around me were twinkling stars. It was beautiful. The moon seemed to be rushing toward me. I veered off and turned back toward the Earth. I could see oceans and land masses through a cloudy veil. I kept asking myself, Why haven't I done this before?
The land soon was rapidly approaching. Down, down, down. I was falling! I screeched to a halt high above the ground. I paused, assuring myself I was still in control. I dove downward again, aiming toward the west coastline of North America. As I approached the coast of California, I could see the faint lines of highways and roads. Soon I could see cities and clumps of buildings.
I flew in low over a street. People were crossing streets or standing at bus stops. I flew up to a street sign and floated there, staring at the sign. I could not read the words. I could see letters or symbols but could not make it out. I felt astrally dyslexic. I decided to perform a quick shift to simplify returning. I focused my thoughts on my body, felt a shift from location to location, reconnected, and opened my physical eyes. This journey left me in awe and wonderment.
Not only had my suspicions been confirmed about not being of this earth because I was more than capable of leaving it, I now began to think that truly we are of the stars. This is fitting, as the word astral means exactly that. While I was far beyond the environment needed to support my corporeal counterpart, I felt I could journey. In early September 1 9 9 4 , I had an interesting short outof-body experience that harked back to my sense of being a psychic rescuer.
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