It was January 7th, 1985. On that night something amazing, frightening, and most intriguing happened to me. It was the night I had my first astral projection.
To preface this experience you should know that I was a fairly advanced lucid dreamer. I had learned how to maintain my consciousness while asleep and in a dream. I was so good at it that I could literally pre-program a dream and have it once I was asleep. My night life was a lot of fun.
I’d been reading about astral projection and had been attempting to do it for 3 years with no success whatsoever. So it was, on this night, that it happened. It was NOTHING like I expected, which could be why I was unsuccessful for 3 years. Here’s what I experienced.
I awakened to find myself in bed with an intense tingling taking place in my body. There was a high pitched sound in my head. The tingling almost felt like an electric shock but not painful, just extremely uncomfortable. I could feel that my eyes were closed yet I could see. I was experiencing a dual consciousness that was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I could feel my body and also my “self” at the same time and they were not the same.
I felt my spirit (for lack of a better word at this point) moving slowly out of my body. It was as if the tingling electric feeling was almost driving me out. But there was something else. I sensed the presence of three others in the room. I couldn’t see them, I just knew they were there. I was so scared to be feeling this separation that I tried to move, scream, anything to break the spell. I was unsuccessful. I even felt like I was choking as I tried to make my body’s mouth scream while my entire consciousness was in my spiritual body.
I heard a voice in my head say, “Breathe through your nose. It will be easier.” Trusting this voice, I did just that, and to my horror I started moving out of my body much faster! I can’t tell you the terror of feeling yourself leave your body for the first time. It’s the most unnatural feeling you could experience while alive.
Feeling betrayed by the voice, I stopped breathing through my nose and started trying to scream again. I started moving back into my body. But another force drew me out again. My spirit was in a tug of war with me trying to get back into my body and these presences trying to pull me out.
This tugging back and forth went on for what felt like a few minutes. I heard one of the other voices say, “This isn’t going to work. She’s too frightened.” The third voice responded, “She’s got to learn one way or the other.” The first voice said to me, “It’s okay, let it happen.”
I pulled as hard as I could to get myself back into the comfort of my shell. And succeeded. I opened my body’s eyes. I could still feel the tingling. Before I could sit up I felt myself pulled back down into a “sleep” state and the tug started all over again. I sincerely thought these entities were trying to disconnect me with my body and that I would die if I left it. It was such a primal feeling.
This in-again, out-again tugging went on for about 10 minutes. The next time I found myself fully incorporated into my body I sat up, turned on the light and had a nervous breakdown. What the HELL was that? I thought to myself. I sat in bed crying because I was too afraid to go back to sleep. I stayed that way until morning.
I decided not to tell anyone in my family what had happened because I didn’t think they’d believe me. I got dressed for school and went on about my morning but I could not think about anything else. When I got to school, I ran into my boyfriend and before I could tell him any of my tale he said, “Hey, I tried to contact you psychically last night, but I guess it didn’t work.” (He was into this stuff too)
I started beating him on the chest and crying. I said, “No no! Something DID happen!” And I told him everything. We spent the day trying to figure out what had happened. We reluctantly came to the conclusion that the entities were probably evil and were trying to kill me or take possession of my body. That was truly unfortunate because this assumption led to a series of events which initially shaped all of my astral experiences in a negative way. I’ll tell you all about that in future blog entries.
The next 7 days after that experience I had 3 more occurrences like the first. I got to the point where I was terrified of going to sleep because I knew “they” would try to take me again. Thus began my experiences with astral projection, “evil” entities, and a four-month long battle with a demon that I will never forget. But that is a tale for another time…