An Out Of Body (And Ego) Experience

This morning, I became aware of myself as I was returning to my physical body from the astral, but it was unlike any experience I’ve had before.

In all my previous oobe’s I always felt like I had a physical body. I could walk around and touch things and feel the sensations. I could even feel the texture of a wall if I passed through it, or the wind rushing around me if I decided to fly.

This morning’s experience, though very brief, was very profound because my non-physical self felt completely formless. Besides the lack of body, there was no sense of linear thought or even emotions except for a light, joyful feeling.

When I actually re-entered my body, the contrast was amazing; I felt my normal awareness turn on like a light switch. Suddenly I was thinking again, and feeling the normal range of emotions that all feel like so much a part of “me.” It was actually a little disconcerting to think that so much of what I like to think of as “myself” is actually my physically focused ego, and not the spiritual being I imagined myself to be.

I realize that it’s actually a very healthy perspective to perceive that there’s a lot more of my inner being for me to experience. For the moment though my physical self feels kind of clingy, like a little kid whose parents went out and left him with a babysitter for a few hours. I’m sure I’ll get over it and integrate the experience, but for the moment it  has me really appreciating the sights, sounds and sensations of being in physical reality.

[tags]oobe, out of body experience, astral projection[/tags]

Clairaudient Dream

I had a fun dream early this morning. I was sitting in a living room with John and a friend of ours, and we were chatting about various subjects. A question came up and while I was puzzling out an answer, I started to hear a pleasant male voice in my right ear that was telling me all about the issue we were talking about! I was amazed that I was hearing it so clearly (clairaudience such as this isn’t a part of my waking reality abilities, so far), and grabbed a paper to write everything down that I was getting. It was tough at first, but I finally got into that split mode where I was listening and writing without letting my left brain get too involved.

Naturally, I have no memory of the topic we were discussing, but the dream experience itself was cool – the voice just started up in answer to my wonderings! 🙂

Lucid Dream/OBE and Levitation

One of our dogs woke us up around 4:30 barking at coyotes howling in the distance. After that awakening, I finally got back to sleep just after I heard John’s watch beep for 5 a.m. It was still quite dark out. Next thing I know, I’m sitting up in bed, but feeling paralyzed, and I try to yell for John, but I can’t, since my throat is paralyzed too. But then I become a bit more lucid and decide that I’m not going to panic, and that it was just kind of a leftover panic from previous sleep paralysis experiences, and I feel myself relax. Then I shifted in and out of awareness a few times, probably getting more completely out of that sleep paralysis mode, and next I found myself standing in the bedroom, sort of half-aware and trying to levitate things with limited success. But then I become more lucid, more “there” and begin to succeed in levitating things! Nothing large, maybe a mug, or whatever happened to be near me on the table, but I was getting really good at it. Was holding my hand out like the energy was coming from my hand, and object was floating in front of and above it. I don’t think I ever fully, consciously realized I was in a lucid dream or OBE, but the experience of levitating things was felt very real and physical, and a lot of fun.

[tags]lucid dream, obe, astral projection, sleep paralysis, levitation, psychokinesis, telekinesis, out of body experience[/tags]

Asking for Confirmation

The other day I was just relaxing, sitting with my eyes closed, when the name “Fiona” came to me. I wondered why I’d think of that name out of the blue, as I don’t know anyone with that name (except for the Host of the Thistle and Shamrock radio show on NPR, Fiona Ritchie, but not personally of course.)

Thinking that it might have some more significance than just a supposed random thought, I said to myself, “If this name/person Fiona is something relevant to me, like, say, a spirit guide or helper, let me know by showing me the name in the world somehow.” (As opposed to just hearing it in my mind.) Then I forgot about it completely and went about my day.

At the very end of the day, John was playing a game online where you can raise a dragon, hoard jewels, challenge other dragons and help friends during battles. He said, “Oh, it looks like your dragon is under attack – I’ll go help you.”

Just as a matter of conversation I replied, “Oh? Who’s the dragon?” He replied, “It’s named Fiona.” Suddenly the earlier communication came back to me and I had to laugh, and then tell him the entire story.

So next time you want some ‘external’ verification, just ask for it and expect it – it may come in really normal ways or the way the confirmation shows up might completely surprise you, more the fun!

[tags]psychic, spirit guide, intuition, proof, metaphysical, metaphysics[/tags]

A Personal Symbol For Death

I grew up going to Catholic mass every Sunday. I mostly just went through the motions and it never really ‘stuck’, but apparently some of the symbols have stayed with me from those early days. For example, in learning more about the ways my intuition attempts to communicate with my conscious mind I’ve found that I apparently use the symbol of a cross to mean a death. It’s not something I consciously decided on, it just became evident that that’s what the symbol was trying to say. I usually get just a flash of a cross when I’m laying down to go to sleep or just getting up in the morning, only semi-awake. And the cross looks very different, depending on the situation.

The first time it came clear that it was a message I saw multiple crosses on a hillside in a particular pattern, and then discovered that the Shuttle Columbia had blown up. When I saw a photo of the crew online, each person was in the same position that the individual crosses had been. I once saw a plain cross with a bright glow behind it when my favorite great aunt died. I even saw a little cross made of twigs and stuck in the grass and discovered a small lizard had died on our back porch.

A few days ago I saw another cross. It was gold and rather elaborate. I tuned in to see who it might apply to, but everyone in my immediate circle of friends and family seemed fine. So I just set it aside and forgot about it for a few days. Today I learned that my friend’s grandmother had died a few days ago. I’d actually never met her, but I’d heard about her and an elaborate gold cross seemed to fit her quite well. And actually, I’d forgotten about the gold cross until I’d heard from my friend.

I’m curious about what other symbols my inner self is using and how I’ll become more consciously aware of them!
[tags]psychic, symbols, cross, death, intuition, metaphysical[/tags]