a reply to: TheManFromTaured
When I was about 20 years old, I astrally projected by accident.
I was intrigued by the idea of telekinesis, so I would often meditate while holding a visual image of my body floating above my head, to see if I
could actually achieve a telekinetic state.
. I had no idea at the time, but I was doing exactly what one should do to astrally project.
So one night in an old apartment of mine, I was doing just this. I sat meditating in the lotus position determined to achieve results.
As one poster mentioned, there are definite sensations that people experience when doing this. I got dizzy, like I was moving even though I was
sitting still. I became a blank slate, enveloped in darkness, while still aware to some degree of my surroundings. I started feeling a
sensation that reminded me of the effects of psilocybin. That sinking feeling began to grow more intense, and I heard a sound
like cellophane being crumbled, off in the distance. That sound grew louder, and as it did, I realized it was more of a sensation than a sound--highly
I became weightless and started to "lift up." There was a sound/sensation of ripping as I disconnected from my body, like a shock of static
electricity that ran through me as my consciousness exited my body.
The most interesting aspect to me, at this point, was the feeling of remembrance
, I was dying and some part of me remembered these sensations
and attributed them to the process of dying. So, I thought I was dying.
That thought terrified me, and that was my last thought before I was completely out of my body. That lifting sensation increased until it culminated
into an explosion that I felt in my head, and that explosion sent me flying out of my body. I liken this feeling, to being shot out of a cannon that
was loaded with a nuclear bomb, it felt like a ton of energy had been released.
I fly through a tunnel (so cliché), there were voices chattering all over the place, and I remember hearing music, like Gregorian chanting. The
tunnel sequence seems to both last an eternity, and to end as soon as it started.
I exit the tunnel to find myself simply floating in my apartment looking at my body's face.
You know of matter, and how a particle exists as both a particle and a wave? That's how I felt, like the wave part. I had no solid form, and the
sensation made me uncomfortable--I wanted
to be solid. So I did this thing that reminds me of wave function collapse--when a wave form
collapses into a particle--I just sort of "spun" and collapsed into an astral body.
I have this new astral body, as soon as I'm in it, I feel a pulling sensation from some far off destination. The scenery around me begins to melt by
me, like everything is a blending of colors rushing past me because everything is moving, even though I felt like I was standing still. Everything was
moving really really fast and then just stopped abruptly.
I was outside in a field, it was getting dark. Directly in front of me, a small pinprick of light began expanding. It turned into this enormous being
that engulfed my vision.
It was a reddish brown color, and it's body vibrated with golden energy flecks shooting through it.
It's presence was over powering, like it's awareness was tangible. It's face was serpent/reptile-esque, and the thing was angry.
This part is weird, it screamed, but the sound was horrid, I can't even properly describe it. It was a weapon. So I get hit with this scream, and it
was like getting shot with a gun that was using the universe as ammo. It hit me so hard that I was forced back through all of that distance and into
my body. I slammed back into my body hard, so hard that when my awareness realigned with my body, my body involuntary jumped up into a standing
position while screaming to release some of the after affects of all of that energy.
So, that was my first time astrally projecting.