posted on Mar, 24 2011 @ 01:05 AM
For years I have read on astral traveling and methods for achieving an obe. I have tried yoga, meditation, doing kundalini exercises, listening to
binaural tones (mixed and unmixed with exotic music) and even researched "hallucinogens" to help overcome my constant failure. Sadly, most
"natural enhancers" are illegal making these very hard to come by. For a while Salvia Divinorum felt like a viable legal option, but after the
experience I had last night, I'll have to improve A LOT before plunging myself into the outer limits of consciousness. On the positive side, I have
read and learned much from Timothy Leary and Terence McKenna. Anyhow, this is what happened last night:
I have, since I remember, preferred to sleep on my stomach. Reason is, when I sleep on my back I tend to have very vivid dreams, that is, after
struggling to fall asleep. Last night I decided to change things up a bit and decided to lay on my back. I am a martial arts instructor and having
had a very tough grappling session that evening made sleep relatively easy to achieve. I laid down with my girlfriend on one side and my pet
dachshund on the other. All lights out and my arms plus dog under the covers.
I don't know how long I was asleep but the dream hit me suddenly. Very vivid dream about my dad and I talking about politics. I was telling him
about how the bankers, politicians and their divide and conquer methods all belong to the same club and strategy. Now, this is very strange for me.
My dreams are not usually logical and my train of thought is usually cartoony and slow in dreamland. Here I was very lucid as if conversing in our
current "awake" reality. My dad was infuriated at this and said, "These scum are some sort of -" He was thinking about the word. Normally, in
laying-on-my-stomach dreaming, I'd said something ridiculous like "onion ring" or such stupidity. Not this time. I actually finished his sentence
with the word "sect". That's when it happened. I realized I was actually dreaming.
For what appeared a fraction of a second, I saw a huge lime-green spinning circle made up of changing fractals on a lighter shade of green lit
background. Suddenly, I opened my eyes, but I knew my eyes were closed. I could see my room just as I saw it before going to sleep. It was not
really the same, though. The room was brighter as if the moon was shining through the windows (we have black curtains so that is not possible).
Also, the room looked as if I was gazing through a sheet of clear plastic wrap or a bubble yet it was all so clear at the same time. I knew this was
it and made my move.
First, I tried to sit up forward. I felt heavy, like I weighed a ton. I can do sit-ups like nothing and this was such an effort! I was excited
but at the same time I felt it...panic. I tried to control it knowing that this could spell disaster if panic sinks in. I raised my arms and they
felt like no weight was on them. They felt as if they were made of air and I could see them yet knew they were on the bed at the same time. This
weirded me out and I failed miserably! I panicked and flailed my arms trying to push myself into a sitting position not caring if I woke up my
girlfriend or hit my dear puppy. My arms moved up and down in an effortless, speedy blur resembling a hummingbird's wing flutter. What is amazing
is that I felt the impact of each palm hit the bed repeatedly!
Immediately after, the room was gone and the green lit background with the huge spinning, fractal-filled circle took possession of my field of
vision. "Fractals", I thought to myself. This lasted what seemed ten seconds or less, then darkness. I woke up totally fresh and not yawning or
groggy as usual. Noticing that my arms were still under the covers, puppy still peacefully curled and girlfriend asleep, reassured me that the
flailing had not been physical at all. I reflected on the experience and found it the strangest feeling I have had in my entire life. I wondered why
in the world I didn't try to step out of the bed instead of going forward. I mean, the natural way I get out of bed when waking up is sideways not
forward. Somehow that was not reasonable in the state I was in during the experience.
Now, I do have some questions for you more experienced out there. What are these fractals? Why do they appear as an introduction and conclusion to
the experience? Why did I see my room through this plastic or bubbly veil yet all seemed so detailed? I am a very calm person during moments of
great stress and have been a martial artist for many, many years and believed to have achieved a higher level of physical, mental and spiritual
control, but apparently not in that realm. I panicked like an infant. When it comes to astral traveling or obes, I am definitely in diapers, but at
least finally broke the ice, right? In any case, if anyone has pointers on what to do when this happens again or anything to add, I'd be extremely
grateful. Thanks for reading and pardon the bad English grammar (second language excuse here).