Saturday March 8, 1997
I had just completed a hard, exhausting week. I was lying on my back in bed with my hands clasped loosely on my chest. I suddenly felt an unmistakable presence in front of me (above me). I felt two hands grasp my own, gently, as if someone were in front of me holding my right hand with his left hand and my left hand with his right hand. Although I felt apprehensive, I intentionally remained passive. I consciously decided to flow with whatever was going to happen.
I felt the warmth and pressure of each of the stranger's hands. Then I felt love and comfort emanating from the being in front of me. Slowly, the hands lifted my hands and split them apart, lifting my arms to the sides away from my chest. As soon as my chest was exposed the hands violently jabbed at my chest, pressing hard around my breastbone and stabbing the hard fingers between my ribs. It was malevolent. I realized I had been tricked. Although the continued attack was uncomfortable, I remained passive and wondered if people who die of heart attacks in their sleep are really killed by attacks from other-dimensional beings. I felt like the entity was trying to get inside my chest, or take something out of my chest. At some point the discomfort of the attack became too uncomfortable to bear. I tried to bring my hands back onto my chest to shield it. As soon as I tried to move my arms the experience ended. I no longer sensed the other being, nor did I feel pressure on my chest. My physical hands and arms had never moved. My physical hands were still loosely clasped on my chest.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
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Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Astral Kidnapping into the Past
Sunday January 28, 1996
Usually my astral projections begin with a feeling of motion that becomes stronger. This time I felt like I was hurtled downward rapidly through blackness. A man's face appeared in the upper right of the blackness I was perceiving. The man was yelling at me in anger, but I heard nothing. I was unaffected by his anger. Although I felt like I was travelling at a great rate of speed, my perception seemed to be the inside of a black box. The angry man's face disappeared and I began seeing images on the black wall in front of me. The images moved past, from bottom to top, as if I were in an elevator going down rapidly and seeing each floor that I went by through a window. Most of the images were surreal landscapes. Somehow I knew that each image represented a different time in the past. The only specific image I recall was a moonlit plain with pyramids on it. The pale light had a blue hue. Throughout the rapid descent I could feel powerful hands gripping my arms and neck from behind. It was uncomfortable, but I was not afraid. I briefly attempted to break the grasp at one point, unsuccessfully. I realized that struggling would end the projection, so I decided to relax and flow with it. Suddenly the scene changes stopped, I began moving sideways, and I lost consciousness.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
Usually my astral projections begin with a feeling of motion that becomes stronger. This time I felt like I was hurtled downward rapidly through blackness. A man's face appeared in the upper right of the blackness I was perceiving. The man was yelling at me in anger, but I heard nothing. I was unaffected by his anger. Although I felt like I was travelling at a great rate of speed, my perception seemed to be the inside of a black box. The angry man's face disappeared and I began seeing images on the black wall in front of me. The images moved past, from bottom to top, as if I were in an elevator going down rapidly and seeing each floor that I went by through a window. Most of the images were surreal landscapes. Somehow I knew that each image represented a different time in the past. The only specific image I recall was a moonlit plain with pyramids on it. The pale light had a blue hue. Throughout the rapid descent I could feel powerful hands gripping my arms and neck from behind. It was uncomfortable, but I was not afraid. I briefly attempted to break the grasp at one point, unsuccessfully. I realized that struggling would end the projection, so I decided to relax and flow with it. Suddenly the scene changes stopped, I began moving sideways, and I lost consciousness.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Astral Attack, Man on My Back
Sunday Night, May 24, 1992
I hiked 12.6 miles in the mountains Sunday and did not eat much. I was intentionally losing weight. The result is that when I went to bed Sunday night I was exhausted. I read the first chapter of the book Dimensions
by Jacques Vallee before turning out the light at 11:17 PM. I was lying on my stomach with my left arm down by my side and my right hand up under the right side of the pillow. The left side of my face was flat against the mattress. The pillow was between my head and the bed's headboard.
I felt the internal motion feeling and heard the rushing sounds I have learned to associate with leaving my body. I recognized what was happening, relaxed, and flowed with the experience. I perceived a fast, steady stream of hypnogogic images and sounds. In one brief scene I was lying on my side in bed between an animal and a child. I was facing the animal's back. I think it was a dog. I could not see the child. As the quick stories came and went I felt like I accelerated, stopped, accelerated, stopped, and so on in cycles. The feeling of motion and loudness of the rushing sound also occurred in cycles. I realized that the cycle coincided with my heartbeats.
Then I was distracted by loud heavy-metal music and the singer's face filled my vision. I heard and understood the lyrics. They were not profound. As I watched the singer and listened to the music I wondered why my separation was taking so long. Usually this part of a projection only lasted about one second.
Suddenly I felt harsh, forceful pressure on my right shoulder and on my left arm's biceps. Someone was holding me down, powerfully. My sense was that the being was masculine. I clearly felt the right hand and fingers squeezing my right shoulder, pushing it against the mattress. I tried to struggle, but I was paralyzed. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. Throughout the struggle I continued feeling motion, hearing the loud music, and seeing the singer's face. The being let go of my left arm and slid its left hand, palm up, under me, against my stomach. The hand grabbed my stomach, painfully gouging me with its fingers. The feeling was unendurable, similar to the feeling when someone grabs and pinches the nerves of your leg above your knee (called a "horse bite"), or forcefully tickles the bottoms of your feet. Somehow I grabbed the being's left arm with my left hand and tried to wrest it from my stomach. I screamed internally, "Whose hands are these? Why are you doing this? Who are you?" Everything stopped.
I opened my eyes and saw that it was 11:28, eleven minutes after I had turned out the light. I had not moved. My left arm was still straight down by my side and my right arm was still up under my pillow. As I reviewed the experience I realized the being who attacked me had felt similar to the being who tried to astrally abduct me several years earlier. Only this time the being held my astral body inside my physical body so that I couldn't project.
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
I hiked 12.6 miles in the mountains Sunday and did not eat much. I was intentionally losing weight. The result is that when I went to bed Sunday night I was exhausted. I read the first chapter of the book Dimensions
by Jacques Vallee before turning out the light at 11:17 PM. I was lying on my stomach with my left arm down by my side and my right hand up under the right side of the pillow. The left side of my face was flat against the mattress. The pillow was between my head and the bed's headboard.I felt the internal motion feeling and heard the rushing sounds I have learned to associate with leaving my body. I recognized what was happening, relaxed, and flowed with the experience. I perceived a fast, steady stream of hypnogogic images and sounds. In one brief scene I was lying on my side in bed between an animal and a child. I was facing the animal's back. I think it was a dog. I could not see the child. As the quick stories came and went I felt like I accelerated, stopped, accelerated, stopped, and so on in cycles. The feeling of motion and loudness of the rushing sound also occurred in cycles. I realized that the cycle coincided with my heartbeats.
Then I was distracted by loud heavy-metal music and the singer's face filled my vision. I heard and understood the lyrics. They were not profound. As I watched the singer and listened to the music I wondered why my separation was taking so long. Usually this part of a projection only lasted about one second.
Suddenly I felt harsh, forceful pressure on my right shoulder and on my left arm's biceps. Someone was holding me down, powerfully. My sense was that the being was masculine. I clearly felt the right hand and fingers squeezing my right shoulder, pushing it against the mattress. I tried to struggle, but I was paralyzed. I tried to scream, but I couldn't. Throughout the struggle I continued feeling motion, hearing the loud music, and seeing the singer's face. The being let go of my left arm and slid its left hand, palm up, under me, against my stomach. The hand grabbed my stomach, painfully gouging me with its fingers. The feeling was unendurable, similar to the feeling when someone grabs and pinches the nerves of your leg above your knee (called a "horse bite"), or forcefully tickles the bottoms of your feet. Somehow I grabbed the being's left arm with my left hand and tried to wrest it from my stomach. I screamed internally, "Whose hands are these? Why are you doing this? Who are you?" Everything stopped.
I opened my eyes and saw that it was 11:28, eleven minutes after I had turned out the light. I had not moved. My left arm was still straight down by my side and my right arm was still up under my pillow. As I reviewed the experience I realized the being who attacked me had felt similar to the being who tried to astrally abduct me several years earlier. Only this time the being held my astral body inside my physical body so that I couldn't project.
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Man on My Back, Paralysis, Dual Consciousness
Tuesday Morning, June 5, 1990
A friend and I ate bad seafood on Saturday night. We both had cramps and diarrhea on Sunday and Monday. Monday night I went to bed very tired at around 12:45 AM.
I lay on my stomach and tried to go to sleep as quickly as possible. Soon I was in a dream in which a coworker was having convulsions on the floor nearby. When I tried to move to help her I discovered I was paralyzed. The dream world vanished and I was in bed struggling to move. This type of paralysis is not uncommon, especially when one is in the state between sleeping and waking. I have both read about and experienced such paralysis several times. It's usually unnerving, but it doesn't last long.
As I lay on my stomach trying to move I suddenly became aware of a man on my back holding tightly onto my neck and shoulders. I could feel his weight on my body and I could feel his breath on my left ear. I remembered reading Robert Monroe's account of the same phenomenon (in Journeys Out of the Body
). Monroe identified the man on his back as his own physical body. I wondered if my astral body was simply out of coincidence with my physical body, making me think my physical body was someone else, or if I really had an unwelcome entity holding onto me. I tried to mentally create an energy field that would push the man off of my back. I also tried to move my physical body, which would end the experience. Both attempts failed.
Then I was standing in a dimly-lit room facing a light switch on the wall. I was conscious both there and in my paralyzed physical body where I was still trying to free myself of the man on my back. I knew if I turned the light on, normalcy would return. I flipped the switch but no light came on. Although I had previously used non-working lights in dreams as triggers to become lucid, this time it didn't work. I stood there staring at the light switch as my consciousness in my physical body kept struggling with the man on my back. Suddenly I was able to move my physical arms and the experience ended.
2008 Note: I had also read about the man-on-your-back phenomenon in other books and in Reflections on Lucid Dreaming and Out-of-Body Experiences: Father X in Lucidity Letter, June 1989, Vol. 8, No.1, page 39. In Father X's experiences the man on his back was not himself.
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
A friend and I ate bad seafood on Saturday night. We both had cramps and diarrhea on Sunday and Monday. Monday night I went to bed very tired at around 12:45 AM.
I lay on my stomach and tried to go to sleep as quickly as possible. Soon I was in a dream in which a coworker was having convulsions on the floor nearby. When I tried to move to help her I discovered I was paralyzed. The dream world vanished and I was in bed struggling to move. This type of paralysis is not uncommon, especially when one is in the state between sleeping and waking. I have both read about and experienced such paralysis several times. It's usually unnerving, but it doesn't last long.
As I lay on my stomach trying to move I suddenly became aware of a man on my back holding tightly onto my neck and shoulders. I could feel his weight on my body and I could feel his breath on my left ear. I remembered reading Robert Monroe's account of the same phenomenon (in Journeys Out of the Body
). Monroe identified the man on his back as his own physical body. I wondered if my astral body was simply out of coincidence with my physical body, making me think my physical body was someone else, or if I really had an unwelcome entity holding onto me. I tried to mentally create an energy field that would push the man off of my back. I also tried to move my physical body, which would end the experience. Both attempts failed.Then I was standing in a dimly-lit room facing a light switch on the wall. I was conscious both there and in my paralyzed physical body where I was still trying to free myself of the man on my back. I knew if I turned the light on, normalcy would return. I flipped the switch but no light came on. Although I had previously used non-working lights in dreams as triggers to become lucid, this time it didn't work. I stood there staring at the light switch as my consciousness in my physical body kept struggling with the man on my back. Suddenly I was able to move my physical arms and the experience ended.
2008 Note: I had also read about the man-on-your-back phenomenon in other books and in Reflections on Lucid Dreaming and Out-of-Body Experiences: Father X in Lucidity Letter, June 1989, Vol. 8, No.1, page 39. In Father X's experiences the man on his back was not himself.
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
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
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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