I remember my first astral projection very well. It was a few days before Christmas. I was grieving the loss of my dad.
I went to bed in the middle of the day.
I remember “waking up” to a loud and very strange noise. I remember thinking of a train, though that doesn’t quite describe it. I was on my side when I looked at my hand, expecting to see it shaking, only to see it lying there perfectly still, perfectly normal.
The sound went away within a few moments and called out to my brother and his wife who were in the living room, at the end of the hallway. I tried to lift my head from my pillow, but it felt incredibly heavy. I could barely move it. Feeling scared, I called out for help a second time.
Suddenly I found that I could move again, and got up.
I remember hearing voices, as though someone had turned on the radio. I walked out of my bedroom and down the hallway. Just as I reached the living room door, I woke up in my bed.
This experience, though a little frightening, excited me more than anything else. I had done it! I had actually had an out of body experience! I couldn’t wait to try it again.
Later I learned that feeling paralyzed was a normal process of astral projection. That it happens when the body falls asleep and the ability to move hasn’t yet transferred to the astral body. The best thing to do is to relax and wait for it to pass.
Astral projection changed the way I saw life. I now knew there was so much more than what the eye can see. There was magic, real true magic. And I knew that I could exist outside my physical body, and that there was a whole other world waiting to be explored.
The night always felt special. Important. She had her crystals around her, a candle was lit. Everything was silent, the world asleep. She did not want to waste this time. This time when she could walk between worlds.
If there is one thing that has turned my life view upside down, it’s astral projection.
I was drawn to the magic of it. I wondered if it was even possible, if it was too good to be true. I had long felt a sense of loss at the fact that magic only existed in stories and on television. But I still held a small hope that it was indeed possible to visit other dimensions.
I bought books on the subject. I read everything I could online, joined forums and asked questions in chat rooms.
One girl said she had astral projected into a field of violets. I was in love with those words, the idea of experiencing something so magical.
I also began practicing the techniques I picked up from reading about astral travel, and tried them out every day.
I want to mention that I had very recently lost my dad and I wanted to know where people go when they die. It seemed so strange that someone whom I had loved more than anyone else and had been such a huge part of my life, was suddenly gone. He had to have gone somewhere. I wanted to know where that somewhere was.
Every day after school I would take a nap. I would concentrate on a small angel on my nightstand, one a kind lady had given me with the words ‘Hope’ written on it. I would try to remember it in as much detail as possible with my eyes closed.
I began to notice odd things while lying in bed. Sometimes I’d feel my hands move, even though I could at the same time feel them lying perfectly still. I realized I had to be feeling my astral hands as they felt very light and floaty.
One time I could see my room even though my eyes were closed.
Continue to My First Astral Experience.
Here is a stunning video about astral projection. Myself and some friends of mine share our experiences. I’m the blond girl in green with an accent. Thank you Total View for making this.