Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Astral Kidnapping

Saturday June 2, 1984

During the preceding three weeks I read Projection of the Astral Body by Sylvan Muldoon and Hereward Carrington (a great book), Practical Astral Projection by Yram, and Study and Practice of Astral Projection by Robert Crookall. I was currently reading Leaving the Body by D. Scott Rogo (another great book). I'd had a hard week. Friday night had finally arrived and I wanted to astral project. I listened to two relaxation tapes lying on my back in bed. I then tried to project from about 1:00 AM to 4:30 AM.

I was on the edge of consciousness intermittently watching hypnagogic images. I felt like my astral body had loosened and was slightly out of coincidence with my physical body. I tried to roll left out of my body. Suddenly I felt like I was sliding downward and to the left. I lost all sense of body and location. My field of view was filled with what appeared to be an out-of-focus, rectangular, vertical, Oriental tapestry. Although not sharp, the picture on the tapestry looked like an ornate, stylized dragon.

Then I seemed to be looking down a dark tunnel with a large square opening at the far end. I think the perception of a tunnel was because everything above, below, and to the sides of the square was dim and vague while the square was bright and sharp. I became aware that my heart was pounding and that I was consciously breathing. I felt like I was succeeding.

The square covered about an eighth of my field of view. It was above and to the left of center. The square was like a window through which I could see doorless archways, columns, stairways, and corridors. The scene was changing as if someone were traversing the labyrinth holding a camera. I was not moving. The sides of the tunnel were not going past me. Each turn taken was to the left. My sense was not that the traveler was lost, but that he was simply taking the route that needed to be taken to get to where he was going. The architecture reminded me of the M. C. Escher print "Other World". The colors were shades of yellow and brown.

I had recently discussed astral projection with a friend who was more psychically developed than I. He had offered to assist me in the astral dimension if he could. I mentally called to my friend and then tried to go to where he was, but nothing changed. I was simply a passive observer. The longer I watched the square the more rapidly the scene changed. It never moved so fast that it blurred, but it changed very rapidly.

Suddenly the square I was watching vanished and I was being pulled from my body by two points just below where my neck and shoulders meet. I noticed that my bed, body, and room seemed to be positioned differently from reality. There were two, dark gray, unwholesome beings hovering just above me on each side. Each being had a hand under me just below my shoulder blades. They were pulling me straight out from my body -- upper body first, feet last. The beings looked similar to the way I had envisioned goblins when I read The Hobbit. I did not believe they were real. I was not afraid. I waited passively to see where the adventure would lead. I also felt perturbed that whatever powers control such experiences saw fit to let me experience being lifted out by vile creatures rather than by good creatures. I remembered what Yram said about willing away unwanted entities. I tried and nothing happened.

I could understand the beings' communications with each other, as if they were telepathically muttering to one another as they tried to finish pulling me out. They were not working for themselves. They intended to take me to their master. Then the one on the left said, "He's conscious." The one on the right responded, to me, "You're coming with us." They said more that I've forgotten.

The last of my astral body pulled free and the beings flew upwards and backwards. They clutched me close blocking my view of where we were going. I called for my friend and the creatures laughed at me. They accelerated. Then the one on the right put its open mouth on my open mouth as we flew. The sensation was extremely unpleasant. It's upper jaw was inside my mouth so that it's upper teeth pressed my tongue against the floor of my mouth. I could feel the pressure, the teeth, the warm wetness, and the creature's hot damp breath. I did not taste or smell anything. I was reminded of an old woodcut I saw once in which a demon was stealing the breath from a sleeping child. I was repulsed by the experience and decided not to go with them. The instant I made that decision I was fully awake in bed with my eyes open and my heart pounding. There was no trip back and there were no unpleasant repercussions upon reentering my body. The clock said 4:35.

Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney

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