✨ Astral Projection - Doorway to a New Dimension

Date: 2017-10-06 

Country: United States 

State: Illinois 

When I was in High School (era mid-1970's) we had a creative literature class that was taught by a very progressive and free-thinking teacher who had us explore various phenomenon based on literary works that she had chosen. Such topics as Pyramid Power and using Crystals for healing was just coming of age and I had chosen to read every book she had listed for the course, rather than the three or four that were required. I was somewhat disenfranchised from my conservative religious upbringing and was exploring options at this time in my life and I had been involved in transcendental meditation for some time. One of the books on her list was about astral projection, a totally new area of interest to me; I devoured it and one night decided to try to project into the astral plane. I had very little understanding or background of what I was actually attempting, but the bravado of my age gave me the "I can do anything" attitude. After going to bed I remember putting myself into a deep trance and just decided to "throw myself out there" so to speak and see what happened. 

In what seemed like an instant I was standing in the front doorway of a strange apartment, looking at a vividly floral-patterned couch, colored in blues, lime-greens and yellows - this was so out of place as the rest of the furniture was rather older 50's style - lots of vinyl chairs and blond wood end tables, but this couch was practically psychedelic, even if it had a rather "frumpy" styling. To the left was a doorway that had what we called "Hippy Beads" covering it, all in a fuchsia-color plastic. The colors were muted somewhat as it was nigh time, but I had the "impressions" of these color more than actually seeing them. 

The next thing I knew I was standing at the foot of a bed and there was a very handsome, typical '70's looking guy lying in bed asleep with his left leg uncovered - he was obviously naked, had the big, bushy mustache that was so popular then, along with the feathered-back hairstyle. In just an instant I "knew" his face, perceived he had a very hairy chest and very muscled body, just from what seemed like a very instantaneous view. I looked to my left and another doorway led into a kitchenette, with a lot of dirty plates in the sink, mostly mis-matched melamine type. Obviously thrift store purchases. I could clearly see a lot of smoking paraphernalia on the table, then I realized the guy started to stir from his sleep and the next thing I knew I was back in my bed. It was just over. I wrote it off to a very vivid dream and went to sleep. 

The next day I was visiting a friend who lived in the area's orphanage (yes we had an orphanage and the town still does, though they do not call it that any longer). She was also in the lit. Class, but just saw it all as fiction and an easy "A" more than anything else. I started relating my experience to her, and as I described the living room, she started telling me to "oh, shut up" in somewhat a kidding manner. Then I mentioned the beaded "curtain" in the doorway and the guy on the bed. She started freaking out; she kept asking what else I had seen and I mentioned there was a hookah on the kitchen table and the mismatched plates, etc. She startted telling me to quit pulling her leg and accused her sister (also a minor and in the facility with her) of putting her on. 

I thought "well, she thinks this is all just bullcrap". Once I was done with the full story, she just sat there for a few minutes and then said I had blown her mind as I had just described her brother's new apartment, along with her brother, to a tee. When I mentioned that his leg was outside the covers, she stated that he never slept with his left leg under the sheets and he always was one to sleep in the buff. He had just moved to the area a week or two before from the Chicago area and she had wanted us to meet up sometime, but we had both been very busy. She showed me a picture she had of him and it was the guy I say. Later that day she took me to his place and as soon as I walked in the front door, it was like I was right back in the projection. When I met him he stopped and looked me over good and said "I swear I saw you last night in a dream". My friend suddenly just said "sorry we gotta leave" and she made me take her home. Something about that situation freaked her to the point we were never friends of the same caliber again. I did become fast friends with her brother though and we hit it off real well, although I never told him about what happened. 

Now for the odd part - for the next four weeks or so I felt odd - very out of sorts and not at all myself. I became depressed and seemed to be almost groggy all the time. I finally talked to my teacher about what had occurred and she told me I should have been more careful messing with the astral plane as sometimes "things glom onto you". I never really understood what she meant but she gave me a prayer asking to be shielded by God's protective light if I should ever try such again and to never go to sleep directly after being in a deep trance. 

To be honest, I tail-spinned into a lot of drugs and such and never had such an experience again. Years later I had a deeper re-commitment to my spirituality without returning to my fundamental upbringing, and this seemed to have helped immensely as I was able to break some very self-destructive behavior (something I had never had before this time period) and was told by another practitioner that there are some pretty nasty things that can come back with you from the astral planes - I was wondering if anyone had any similar happenings, as I would like to explore projecting again someday, but have quite a few reservations now. 

Thanks for reading.    ~  ~

Date: 2017-08-26
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania


My name is Jaylan and I am 19 years old. I've recently discovered that Pineal Gland (third eye) and astral projection is a thing. I don't believe everything I see on the internet but people are experiencing things similar to me so I know this is true.

I started having a lot of sleep paralysis in 8 grade, around that time I used to have a lot of fear in me. Me and my friends in school would always talk about the illuminati and devil and all that stuff and even though it scared me it was still interesting to me. My grandpa's ex girlfriend that died would come in the house and I would sense her presence (I live with my mom and grandpa). When she came around I felt her negativity and I would get the chills, I talk to my mom about it and my mom don't sense or feel anything. In the day when school was over, as I step through my front door I would sense her to the point that I was scared to even come home after school. I was scared to close my eyes even to wash my face in the morning, whenever I close my eyes it's like I feel her more. I used to be scared of sleep paralysis because when I am in it I always think it's ghost all around me that I can't see and they are holding me down for what ever reason and I would remember what me and my friends talked about at school about the devil and then my mind start playing tricks on me, and one time I was in it I tried my hardest to move and I heard a loud heavy thunder and I jumped up and the sound just cut off then asked my mom if she heard anything and she said no.

BUT this one particular night I was fighting the sleep as usual (because I didn't want to close my eyes and sleep) but I got trapped in the sleep paralysis, at this time sleep paralysis is like nothing to me so in my head I said "no not this again" and was cursing and trying to move like "get me out" (I don't always do this normally I would just pray and try to move my fingers and toes) But as I was like "get me out!" I remember something I read online, it told me to get up and wash my face so I'm like yes I will go do that so it can keep me up. So I started trying as hard as I can to move my right hand and move move my feet to get off the bed and all of a sudden I was up and I was in the bathroom, it was dark so I tried to turn the lights on and it was like my fingers went though the light switch and as I tried to turn the water on it wasn't working and I looked in the mirror and it was dark so I couldn't see myself and I don't remember what happen after that.

(Now that I am older and know more about it, I think I teleported to the bathroom because my mind was set to go there and wash my face and when my finger went through the light switch, at the time it was like nothing to me, my first thought was "maybe the lights went out" but I don't know why that thought came in my head because the lights never went out here and I've been living here for 8 years).

That was middle school. Now I'm in college and I've learned a lot,  My grandpa stopped his ex, that died, from coming into our home.   (I don't know how and I don't care I'm just glad)   Now a days I still get sleep paralysis but not as much, and when I'm in it a feel heavy vibrations and from what I read I know I'm close to leaving my body, but I always resist it and wake up. I'm scared to astral project because I don't know what's next after leaving the body and I don't want to experience that darkness again.

Questions:

- did I really astral project?

- did I experience the darkness and go to a lower astral plain because of the fear she gave me?

- now that I don't fear a lot, will I still go to lower astrals?

- if I astral project now what's next after leaving the body and would I be in this dimension or would I instantly travel somewhere else and see demons.

- why was my consciousness so low that I didn't know I wasn't awake?

- how do I raise my level of consciousness?   ~   ~

Country: Romania 

Paranormal Category: Astral Projection / Out of Body Experience (OBE) 

 

I have to say that I've been stuck in bed for 4 months and I could move because of a back problem, but after these dream I can move a little bit on my legs. 

I felt elevated above the bed exactly when I wanted to sleep last night. I fell asleep quickly and woke up in a place with wide and tall windows, outside you could see the sky, the place was dark with many sick people standing on the rocks that served as beds. These were hot stones, initially colored in green, then you were moved by levitation on another rock that were colored in dark purple, through the same process I was passed myself. 

When I was put on the green stone, I felt a relief of my pain, and during that time I saw a man dressed in trousers and shirt both black, he was looking at each patient and selecting who to kill with a knife, seemed to know who he wanted to choose and kill them with one shot. Then two people dressed in black robes, were talking in about two meters from me, they were about 60-70 years old, and one said to the other that it did not seem normal to sacrifice such many people and the other replied that this has been happening for a long time. 

Then I was moved to the dark purple stone where I felt calm and relax. I spent some time on this stone, then I was raised from it, that woken me up instantly in my bed. The back pain has diminished, and my husband, in the morning when he had to massage me with an anti-inflammatory cream as usual, told me that I have traces of Nordic signs at the bottom of my back, and where the shoulders are I have drawings which seems to represent rays of light, with the sun is in the center of my back, and with other stars around it. 

Have you ever heard of such a place?   ~  ~