A few weeks ago, around 2am I woke up, used the bathroom, then climbed back into bed. Just as I was getting ready to lay down, I distinctly felt a finger tap me 5 times on the right shoulder.
To say I was startled would be an understatement. The space between me and my headboard was about a foot; no room for a person.
I whipped my head around to see “who” was there, but of course I could see nothing. Then I felt two arms wrap around me from behind, and what felt like a body pressed against my back.
I was moved into a position on my left side as a wave of immense and undeniable sleepiness came over me. My last thought before I lost consciousness was “Shit’s about to go down.”
I’ll pause for a moment to say this is not unusual for me. Due to the nature of the work I do as a psychic and especially my work on paranormal investigations, I have gotten used to encountering beings, entities, ghosts, ethereal critters, and bad ass nefarious energies over the last few decades of my life.
Sometimes an entity will yank me out of my body and onto the astral plane to try to harm me.
Sometimes I am pulled to a recently deceased person who needs help understanding they have crossed over.
I’ve learned to just steel myself for whatever’s coming, prepare a countermeasure, and so far I have been successful at not dying 100% of the time. LOL.
I have my tricks and tactics and I try to stay calm so I can handle the situation as quickly and as best as possible.
Back to the encounter…
As I was being pulled down, I opened my psychic senses and tried to determine if this was something attacking me or something that just wanted or needed my attention.
I felt a warmth coming from the energy coiled around me, a sense of urgency, a sense of fear, and a plea for help.
While I didn’t appreciate being waylaid, I sensed this was probably going to be something that needed help and was not out to attack me.
I found myself in a full astral situation, and I turned towards the energy. It appeared to me as a teenage boy. Light brown hair, slender, maybe 13 years old, wearing blue pajamas.
He moved a respectful distance away from me now that he had my attention. There was an incredibly worried expression on his face.
He said, “Excuse me, Miss, I am not trying to bother you, but I’m… I just… something weird is happening to me and I’m scared.”
I said, “Tell me what’s going on?”
He looked around like he was worried something else might be there with us. Then he said, “I was in my room, sleeping, and then there was… this sensation, it felt like magnets all around me, and it felt like all the atoms in my body got like wild and crazy. I felt myself lifting toward the ceiling and… there was like a monster or a demon or something in my room.”
He looked absolutely terrified. I knew immediately this was a human male having an astral experience, probably his first.
I said, “What happened next?”
He said, “Well, the closer I got to my ceiling the more scared I got that this thing was going to get me.” He continued looking around like the “thing” was going to find him. “So I just started screaming for help, but it was like I was just screaming in my mind, and I wasn’t sure anyone could hear me. I wanted my dad to come, but he didn’t.”
I said, “Then what happened? How did you find me?”
His eyes brightened slightly and he said, “I turned myself towards my window because I wasn’t sure what would happen if I hit the ceiling, and I felt like I could fly, so I flew out my window and it was cold and dark outside but I could see strange lights here and there that were sort of blurry. I was attracted to the lights, they seemed warm and safe.”
I said, “Go on.” Meanwhile I was scanning the astral area around us to make sure nothing was coming at us or had followed him to my house.
He said, “At some point while I was flying I sort of blipped out and then I found myself in your bedroom. You had a bright shiny light and you were awake. So I tapped you on the shoulder. Can you help me?”
I said, “Absolutely I will help you. I’m going to take you home and deal with anything that might be around your body in your room.”
His eyes got wide, “What do you mean my body? Am I dead?”
I said, “Oh… no no no, sorry. You’re having an out of body experience right now. It happens. You’re going to be okay. Hop on my back, piggy-back style, and I’ll use your energetic signature to follow your trail back to your house.”
He said, “I don’t want to go back there. I’m scared.”
I replied, “I know, but I’m not going to let anything happen to you, and you’re much safer in your body. Come on, hop on.”
He flew to my back and held onto my shoulders.
I tuned in to his physical body and off we went. I felt like we were going northeast of my home. We flew for what felt like 10 minutes or so but I wasn’t sure how fast we were flying so I wasn’t sure if we were still in Nevada or a neighboring state.
As I approached his room though I had to get focused. I flew around the outside of the house and saw nothing untoward.
I flew us into his bedroom through the window. He tensed up hard! And we started to fall out of phase with each other. It was like I was vapor and he had turned to ice. I could still sense him, but I couldn’t see his astral form.
I did see his body on the bed, though. And it was also instantly clear to me that there was nothing sinister in his room. Whatever had been there had left, probably when he blipped out.
I was about to direct him to his body when I saw him snap into his body and sit up in bed, his eyes wide and scared.
This was a problem because I had wanted to try to explain to him what happened to him but now he was fully incorporated into his body and he couldn’t see or sense me anymore. He sat shivering in his bed and crying. I wanted to comfort him, to talk to him, but he couldn’t hear me.
He turned on his light and was scanning his room. I figured he would either call out for his father or get up and go to him, but he just sat in his bed, quiet. He was frantically looking around his room, probably for danger.
The connection between us was fading quickly and I knew I was going to get snapped back into my body soon. I hung on as long as I could, scanning his room for an entity, but it was absolutely clear in there.
I pushed some white light protective energy into his room, then I got snapped back.
I knew he’d be okay the rest of the night, just as I knew he wouldn’t sleep the rest of the night. But there was nothing more I could do for him.
He must have had a pretty powerful soul though to have blipped over to someone who could help him, and to fly out his window on what I presumed was his first astral experience.
I hoped this kid would research out of body experiences or astral projection in case it happened to him again. I hoped his experiences would become positive for him over time.
The next night I tried scanning the “frequencies” the way you might scan radio stations, but I couldn’t find him. I probably won’t be able to find him until he goes astral again, if he ever does.
I was happy to be there for him in his time of need. But I have no doubt that if he hadn’t found me he would have found another who could help him.
