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Well, first off, let me apologize for not updating this page in so long. You see, I truly felt like I had said everything that I set out to say when I reopened this page, and really didn’t know where to go from there. But at last, I do have a new topic. I have said in the past that people predisposed to astral projection can learn to control that gift in a relatively short time…and I have also said that I am one of those people. Because I’ve been writing this page, I’ve been reflecting a lot on how it all started for me…and it occurred to me recently that it may have started much earlier than I have previously stated (around 2003). I was thinking back on all of the metaphysical experiences that I’ve had in my life, and a series of events came to mind – events that I haven’t thought about, literally, for years. Some of my earliest memories of my childhood regard what I believe may have been my first out-of-body experiences. I remember, what at the time I believed were merely dreams, leaving my body and exploring my house…only, instead of walking, I was often flying. To this day I can recall the sensation of flight like that – a feeling I can replicate when I tried it on the astral plane in a recent experiment. The other memory involved the same setup (leaving my body), but instead of being alone and just exploring my childhood home, I would go someplace else. When I think about it, I would have to describe the setting as perhaps a lighthouse…all I actually remember of it was the stairs that spiraled endlessly upward. In this setting, I was never alone. In this setting, I was always accompanied by ‘something.’ I wouldn’t necessarily call him human…if I had to describe him, I would refer back to what modern ghost-hunters would call a shadow – a solid black mass, usually shaped like a person…but this shadow also had glowing red eyes. Sounds pretty scary for a young child (I was probably only about five or six), right? Oddly enough, I was not afraid of him…he was just like a friend to me. One particular memory I have of him and the lighthouse was walking up those endless stairs with him…but when I got tired of walking, I remember him picking me up to carry me to the top – I don’t remember what was at the top, but that’s hardly the point. There are several reasons that I’ve begun attributing these memories to my first out-of-body experiences. 1.) They match up with one of my primary ways to recognize astral projection: Instead of being hazy, like a dream, it was crystal clear. Even now, about fifteen years later, I still remember parts of the experiences as though they had actually happened in my day to day life. 2.) In all of the experiences I can recall from my childhood, there was a distinct feeling of leaving my body – a sensation that I’ve become more than accustomed to these days. 3.) And then there’s something I don’t talk much about. In these experiences, I do remember being partially anchored to my body by what is known as the silver cord – essentially a rope that connects the physical body to the astral body. These days, I hardly notice it anymore, because I’ve become so proficient at astral projection that the things a novice notices don’t bother me. (Hence, why I don’t really talk about it all that much.) Alright, so there’s another entry taken care of…and some of you will be pleased to note that I do have a couple more ideas for entries, that I hope I’ll have time to write out. I just got done with this past semester of classes, so ideally I’ll have some free time to jot these down. Until next time. Post a comment in response: |
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