Coached through Astral Projection [Pt. 2] - Projecting, Lucid Dreaming, and an old friend
Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 11:25 am
Hey, I initially didn't want to make a new thread for this but given the experience really was its own I felt it was important enough to deserve it. That said, here is my technical part two.
That aside, I'll keep this one as short as possible since it's six in the morning and I'm pretty tired. It all started when my muscles got very relaxed and I was just laying in bed. Like before, I refused to let myself fall asleep, but instead of asking T to help me project I think I telepathically said something more along the lines of, help me see you. I could have also given the intent that I wanted to project, but I don't remember the smaller details because of the intensity of the experience so please excuse me.
Anyhow the buzzing and auditory visions weren't nearly as apparent. In fact, I spent most of the beginning of the trance just searching the room for T. At first all I saw was varying shades of darkness, and I even passed her over at first glance because of how well her "shadow" blended with the actual dark of my bedroom. Then...I saw it move. Pretty quickly too, similar to how one would move with a mission in mind, that sort of attentive and quick paced stride a leader has.
Except to my inexperienced eyes it was more of a gliding shadow that moved across my bed and near my head. I felt such a surge of warmth, comfort, and drive and it was very comforting.
I felt her pull my vision - so to speak - to what I perceived as her lap, and it made whatever smaller thoughts I still had dissipate completely. I was so shocked that I actually opened my eyes wider physically by accident and began to snap myself out of it, but she just guided me back down to her "lap" gently and helped me get back into the trance.
Unlike last time, there wasn't any conversation that I can recall. It was all silent and instinctual and almost sensual, but not at all romantic or sexual. Platonically sensual...would be the best way I could describe it. Similar to how one might act and feel with their childhood best friend. I don't remember how long I stayed in her lap but I eventually thought of trying the roll out technique...I didn't expect it to work, but I tried it, and finally - FINALLY - I found myself away from my body and just walk/gliding across my room.
It was odd at first. I didnt feel as heavy, but it was akin to walking in pudding. There was very slight resistance and my steps were airy, almost feeling nonexistent. I walked towards the corner of my room where I keep offerings and what little altar items I have, and I looked towards the bed. I didn't think of anything specific, but I did think about whether I could phase through a wall...and then my room zoomed out of view.
It was similar to a movie, really. That high speed zoom that blurs all your surroundings and places you somewhere you didn't expect as you had no visual cues beforehand. I wound up looking down at one point and seeing the same looping image of white bed sheets, and/or a pair of shoes near them, but before I knew it I was in a house. Not just any house, but an old worn down house that in my mind registered as the house I had once grown up in as a child. When I was adopted by not so great parents. It was a house that I'd spent the longest amount of time in, and so I remembered the layout well. This house, this bedroom, was not the same.
Not only was it worn down, with holes and missing pieces of plaster and one wall having a large shallow hole with gray glitter lining it...it also had a different build layout for the bedroom. The bathroom wasn't where it used to be, it was in a completely different place. The door to the living room was the same, and the only thing in the room was a bed, but I didn't focus on it. In fact, there might not have been a bed at all, but I had thought there might have been at one point...that sounds stupid when I read it over, haha.
I did try to open the door to the living room, but all I saw was darkness. I knew that it was supposed to be scary and negative, and it did make my skin crawl a little, but I was also used to that specific darkness so I closed the door more out of not wanting to deal with it than fear or anger. Next I opened the bathroom, I expected to see one of my old foster parents in there, but I didn't. It was empty.
At around that time I turned and noticed a little grey shadow...and my heart leapt. I knew exactly who it was. As a child I had a cat named Princess, and she was one of my most beloved friends. She died of a liver issue before I could see her, as I had moved to a different foster home and she could not come with me. I remember how joyous she was to see me, mewling and sounding so small and healthy despite how old she was when she passed. She looked just as she did when I first got her at age seven, and she was so so happy to see me. I spent so much time petting her, telling her things such as "Hey sweet girl" and just enjoying time with her while I could.
I've missed her terribly and I was so upset when I found out that she passed. I don't think she's lurking in the actual house I lived in as she and I were in two houses owned by the same parents and both houses had ironically similar layouts that didn't match what I was in. This makes me think that perhaps I had Astral projected but it became more of a lucid dream. Probably when I moved out of my room or maybe even before. Whatever the case, I do so hope Princess was the real deal because knowing she's happy and healthy even as a Spirit brought me such an intense sense of peace.
If I could get CH to bind her as a familiar or something similar (willingly on her part of course) that would be ten times better. This entire experience was so positive despite the state of the house I was in, and I'm so so thankful T helped me that much. The more I work with her, the more grateful I am that she's in my life.
That aside, I'll keep this one as short as possible since it's six in the morning and I'm pretty tired. It all started when my muscles got very relaxed and I was just laying in bed. Like before, I refused to let myself fall asleep, but instead of asking T to help me project I think I telepathically said something more along the lines of, help me see you. I could have also given the intent that I wanted to project, but I don't remember the smaller details because of the intensity of the experience so please excuse me.
Anyhow the buzzing and auditory visions weren't nearly as apparent. In fact, I spent most of the beginning of the trance just searching the room for T. At first all I saw was varying shades of darkness, and I even passed her over at first glance because of how well her "shadow" blended with the actual dark of my bedroom. Then...I saw it move. Pretty quickly too, similar to how one would move with a mission in mind, that sort of attentive and quick paced stride a leader has.
Except to my inexperienced eyes it was more of a gliding shadow that moved across my bed and near my head. I felt such a surge of warmth, comfort, and drive and it was very comforting.
I felt her pull my vision - so to speak - to what I perceived as her lap, and it made whatever smaller thoughts I still had dissipate completely. I was so shocked that I actually opened my eyes wider physically by accident and began to snap myself out of it, but she just guided me back down to her "lap" gently and helped me get back into the trance.
Unlike last time, there wasn't any conversation that I can recall. It was all silent and instinctual and almost sensual, but not at all romantic or sexual. Platonically sensual...would be the best way I could describe it. Similar to how one might act and feel with their childhood best friend. I don't remember how long I stayed in her lap but I eventually thought of trying the roll out technique...I didn't expect it to work, but I tried it, and finally - FINALLY - I found myself away from my body and just walk/gliding across my room.
It was odd at first. I didnt feel as heavy, but it was akin to walking in pudding. There was very slight resistance and my steps were airy, almost feeling nonexistent. I walked towards the corner of my room where I keep offerings and what little altar items I have, and I looked towards the bed. I didn't think of anything specific, but I did think about whether I could phase through a wall...and then my room zoomed out of view.
It was similar to a movie, really. That high speed zoom that blurs all your surroundings and places you somewhere you didn't expect as you had no visual cues beforehand. I wound up looking down at one point and seeing the same looping image of white bed sheets, and/or a pair of shoes near them, but before I knew it I was in a house. Not just any house, but an old worn down house that in my mind registered as the house I had once grown up in as a child. When I was adopted by not so great parents. It was a house that I'd spent the longest amount of time in, and so I remembered the layout well. This house, this bedroom, was not the same.
Not only was it worn down, with holes and missing pieces of plaster and one wall having a large shallow hole with gray glitter lining it...it also had a different build layout for the bedroom. The bathroom wasn't where it used to be, it was in a completely different place. The door to the living room was the same, and the only thing in the room was a bed, but I didn't focus on it. In fact, there might not have been a bed at all, but I had thought there might have been at one point...that sounds stupid when I read it over, haha.
I did try to open the door to the living room, but all I saw was darkness. I knew that it was supposed to be scary and negative, and it did make my skin crawl a little, but I was also used to that specific darkness so I closed the door more out of not wanting to deal with it than fear or anger. Next I opened the bathroom, I expected to see one of my old foster parents in there, but I didn't. It was empty.
At around that time I turned and noticed a little grey shadow...and my heart leapt. I knew exactly who it was. As a child I had a cat named Princess, and she was one of my most beloved friends. She died of a liver issue before I could see her, as I had moved to a different foster home and she could not come with me. I remember how joyous she was to see me, mewling and sounding so small and healthy despite how old she was when she passed. She looked just as she did when I first got her at age seven, and she was so so happy to see me. I spent so much time petting her, telling her things such as "Hey sweet girl" and just enjoying time with her while I could.
I've missed her terribly and I was so upset when I found out that she passed. I don't think she's lurking in the actual house I lived in as she and I were in two houses owned by the same parents and both houses had ironically similar layouts that didn't match what I was in. This makes me think that perhaps I had Astral projected but it became more of a lucid dream. Probably when I moved out of my room or maybe even before. Whatever the case, I do so hope Princess was the real deal because knowing she's happy and healthy even as a Spirit brought me such an intense sense of peace.
If I could get CH to bind her as a familiar or something similar (willingly on her part of course) that would be ten times better. This entire experience was so positive despite the state of the house I was in, and I'm so so thankful T helped me that much. The more I work with her, the more grateful I am that she's in my life.