September 20, 2002 Friday morning
I awakened from a series of unusually vivid dreams. I was on my back with my cat nestled between my left arm and my side. As I tried to go back to sleep I became aware in my astral body somewhere else. I was lying on my back in a different, larger bed. My cat was not there. My eyes were closed. Suddenly I felt a positive energy descending onto me from above. It felt wonderful. The energy blanketed me and slowly merged with me. It felt indescribably good. I thought my thanks toward who or what was responsible, repeatedly thinking, "It's a perfect fit. Thank you!"
After the merging was complete I felt a rushing motion sensation. I flew upwards and then found myself awake on a carpeted floor. My first thought was that I had been deposited into an alternate reality like Robert Monroe sometimes was, and I would have to live an alternate life here for awhile. I knew I had to quickly find clues and figure out my situation so that I'd be able to blend in without being found out. I saw a folded piece of paper on the floor a few feet away. I saw the word "MAP" on it. As I reached for it I noticed a large piece of paper hanging on the wall on my left. It looked like it had been torn from a meeting's flip chart. There were bold, black words and several lines of writing, but I couldn't read it. I tried to focus on it, but I lost my lucidity and faded into a dream state.
Copyright 2010 Jon Maloney
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Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Astral Helpers
Thursday February 25, 1999
I read Soul Traveler by Albert Taylor before turning out the light. (See Taylor, Albert Soul Traveler: A Guide to Out-of-Body Experiences and the Wonders Beyond
New York: Dutton, 1998.) I read several of Taylor's experiences, including some that involved astral helpers. I went to sleep thinking about astral helpers and how I would like to meet one.
In a dream I was standing outside at night. I was looking at woods on my right about fifty yards away. There was a bright circle of light moving from left to right along the trees, like a spotlight. I wondered where the light was coming from.
Suddenly my perception shifted to my body in bed. I was lying on my back. I felt a hand grab my right arm just above the elbow. The grasp was gentle, but firm. I felt another hand grab my left arm. The hands lifted my astral body up and out of my physical body. I heard a loud rushing sound, like wind, during the upward motion. I remained passive, but tried to project the thought, "Thank you! Thank you!" to the entity that was lifting me. I was floating above my body and parallel to it. The hands turned me 180 degrees so that my astral head was over my physical feet. Then the experience ended and I was awake back in my physical body.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
I read Soul Traveler by Albert Taylor before turning out the light. (See Taylor, Albert Soul Traveler: A Guide to Out-of-Body Experiences and the Wonders Beyond
New York: Dutton, 1998.) I read several of Taylor's experiences, including some that involved astral helpers. I went to sleep thinking about astral helpers and how I would like to meet one. In a dream I was standing outside at night. I was looking at woods on my right about fifty yards away. There was a bright circle of light moving from left to right along the trees, like a spotlight. I wondered where the light was coming from.
Suddenly my perception shifted to my body in bed. I was lying on my back. I felt a hand grab my right arm just above the elbow. The grasp was gentle, but firm. I felt another hand grab my left arm. The hands lifted my astral body up and out of my physical body. I heard a loud rushing sound, like wind, during the upward motion. I remained passive, but tried to project the thought, "Thank you! Thank you!" to the entity that was lifting me. I was floating above my body and parallel to it. The hands turned me 180 degrees so that my astral head was over my physical feet. Then the experience ended and I was awake back in my physical body.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Assisted Projection by Strange Being
Wednesday December 9, 1998 about 1:43 AM
When I came to this entry in my journal I was amazed that I had forgotten such an unusual experience.
Before turning out the light I read in the book Projections of the Consciousness by Waldo Vieira. (See Vieira, Waldo Projections of the Consciousness: A Diary of Out-of-Body Experiences Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: International Institute of Projectiology and Conscientiology, 1997.) I wanted to have an astral projection experience, but I was restless and had trouble relaxing. I performed three cycles of deep breathing and progressive muscular relaxation. I also requested assistance to have an astral experience. I last looked at the clock at 1:38. I think The following event occurred less than five minutes later.
I was being lifted towards the ceiling, in an upright, vertical position. There was a being behind me with its arms extended straight out in front of me on both sides, directly beneath my own arms which were extended straight out in front (in the classic sleepwalking stance). The arms beneath mine were extremely narrow and non-human. The tiny hands were holding my forearms. We rose jerkily and noisily. I was conscious, but not thinking clearly. I was afraid I was going to sleepwalk across my bedside table and awaken the lady next door. We begin spinning and thrashing unstably. As we neared the ceiling I became more lucid. I realized the situation -- that I was being helped to project by the being behind me who had lifted me out in response to my assistance request.
I was overwhelmed with a feeling of gratitude. I gently clasped the tiny hand that was holding onto my left forearm. I lifted the hand to my mouth and kissed it in gratitude. The hand was light, spidery, and not human. The being jerked its hand back. I reached across the front of my body with my left hand, grabbed the being's right wrist from my right forearm, and with a quick jerk I whipped the being around in front of me so that I could see it. We were floating there, face to face, with me holding both of its arms. The being was strange and cartoon-like. It was the same color of pink as Bazooka Bubblegum. It's body and head were the shape of a tennis racket, and slightly larger, with the body being the handle and the face of the racket analogous to the being's face. It reminded me of Gumby, the Claymation character. The two arms that I was holding were long, thin, and colorless. I wasn't trying to hurt it. I just wanted to see it and meet it.
The being started struggling frantically, but I held it secure. Then a long, thin whip-like trunk or nose appeared in the middle of the being's face. The nose started whipping me on my face, neck, and shoulders. It didn't hurt, but it was distracting and annoying. It reminded me of a live electrical wire or a high-pressure hose that whipped back and forth out of control. We were still vertical, in the air. We began spinning and I felt like I was getting tangled in ropes, wires, or octopus arms. I released the being and was instantly standing on the floor alone between the bed and the doorway.
Although the room was mine, there were many differences. There was clutter everywhere -- broken items, lamps, wires, furniture, and more. It was very dark. I turned the switch of a free-standing lamp on my left, but no light came on. I inspected the lamp and saw the bulb was missing. There was another, shorter lamp nearby. I turned its switch, but nothing happened. Then I walked over to the door and flipped the wall switch. No light came on. Then I realized the cigarette in my right hand had burned too short. (I had not smoked since 1985.) I dropped the cigarette onto the floor and stepped on it. Then I felt something burning the fingers on my left hand. I looked and saw it was another cigarette that had burned too short. I mentally scolded myself for smoking two cigarettes at the same time.
Then I was awake in bed in the same position I had been in a few minutes before. The time was 1:59. I realized I had again failed to recognize my lucidity cue of turning on a light that doesn't work, not once, but three times. I remembered something that may be relevant. In 1984 a good friend had offered to come to me astrally, help me project, and give me a tour of the astral world. I asked him how I would recognize him. He said he would have a very long nose. In 1985 that same friend used hypnotism and NLP to help me stop smoking cigarettes. During my progressive muscular relaxation I had briefly found myself thinking of my friend. The being's long nose, the fact that suddenly I was smoking two cigarettes, and the fact that I thought of my friend as I tried to project, make me wonder if the being was my friend from the eighties.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
When I came to this entry in my journal I was amazed that I had forgotten such an unusual experience.
Before turning out the light I read in the book Projections of the Consciousness by Waldo Vieira. (See Vieira, Waldo Projections of the Consciousness: A Diary of Out-of-Body Experiences
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: International Institute of Projectiology and Conscientiology, 1997.) I wanted to have an astral projection experience, but I was restless and had trouble relaxing. I performed three cycles of deep breathing and progressive muscular relaxation. I also requested assistance to have an astral experience. I last looked at the clock at 1:38. I think The following event occurred less than five minutes later.I was being lifted towards the ceiling, in an upright, vertical position. There was a being behind me with its arms extended straight out in front of me on both sides, directly beneath my own arms which were extended straight out in front (in the classic sleepwalking stance). The arms beneath mine were extremely narrow and non-human. The tiny hands were holding my forearms. We rose jerkily and noisily. I was conscious, but not thinking clearly. I was afraid I was going to sleepwalk across my bedside table and awaken the lady next door. We begin spinning and thrashing unstably. As we neared the ceiling I became more lucid. I realized the situation -- that I was being helped to project by the being behind me who had lifted me out in response to my assistance request.
I was overwhelmed with a feeling of gratitude. I gently clasped the tiny hand that was holding onto my left forearm. I lifted the hand to my mouth and kissed it in gratitude. The hand was light, spidery, and not human. The being jerked its hand back. I reached across the front of my body with my left hand, grabbed the being's right wrist from my right forearm, and with a quick jerk I whipped the being around in front of me so that I could see it. We were floating there, face to face, with me holding both of its arms. The being was strange and cartoon-like. It was the same color of pink as Bazooka Bubblegum. It's body and head were the shape of a tennis racket, and slightly larger, with the body being the handle and the face of the racket analogous to the being's face. It reminded me of Gumby, the Claymation character. The two arms that I was holding were long, thin, and colorless. I wasn't trying to hurt it. I just wanted to see it and meet it.
The being started struggling frantically, but I held it secure. Then a long, thin whip-like trunk or nose appeared in the middle of the being's face. The nose started whipping me on my face, neck, and shoulders. It didn't hurt, but it was distracting and annoying. It reminded me of a live electrical wire or a high-pressure hose that whipped back and forth out of control. We were still vertical, in the air. We began spinning and I felt like I was getting tangled in ropes, wires, or octopus arms. I released the being and was instantly standing on the floor alone between the bed and the doorway.
Although the room was mine, there were many differences. There was clutter everywhere -- broken items, lamps, wires, furniture, and more. It was very dark. I turned the switch of a free-standing lamp on my left, but no light came on. I inspected the lamp and saw the bulb was missing. There was another, shorter lamp nearby. I turned its switch, but nothing happened. Then I walked over to the door and flipped the wall switch. No light came on. Then I realized the cigarette in my right hand had burned too short. (I had not smoked since 1985.) I dropped the cigarette onto the floor and stepped on it. Then I felt something burning the fingers on my left hand. I looked and saw it was another cigarette that had burned too short. I mentally scolded myself for smoking two cigarettes at the same time.
Then I was awake in bed in the same position I had been in a few minutes before. The time was 1:59. I realized I had again failed to recognize my lucidity cue of turning on a light that doesn't work, not once, but three times. I remembered something that may be relevant. In 1984 a good friend had offered to come to me astrally, help me project, and give me a tour of the astral world. I asked him how I would recognize him. He said he would have a very long nose. In 1985 that same friend used hypnotism and NLP to help me stop smoking cigarettes. During my progressive muscular relaxation I had briefly found myself thinking of my friend. The being's long nose, the fact that suddenly I was smoking two cigarettes, and the fact that I thought of my friend as I tried to project, make me wonder if the being was my friend from the eighties.
Copyright 2009 Jon Maloney
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Helping Hands Projection
Sunday February 24, 1991
The previous weeks had been unusually stressful at work, causing me to get very little sleep. I went hiking alone on Saturday. After going to bed very tired Saturday night I thought about astral projection. I thought about how I had not had a projection for a long time and how I was ready for another projection experience. I awoke too early at 5:55 AM, very restless with twitches in my arms and legs. I wanted to go back to sleep until 10:00 or 11:00. At 6:45 I was still awake and decided it might be a good time to listen to a projection-related audio tape. I chose a tape called "Astral Projection: Sound-Accompanied Lift-Out Hypnosis" by Dick Sutphen (from "Astral Projection Hypnosis Album", C184, 1980, Valley of the Sun Publishing). I put on my headphones, lay on my back, and listened to the tape. I still felt restless near the end of the tape when Sutphen's voice began again, saying he was about to wake me up. Instead of finishing the tape I rewound it and put my gear away. I still wanted to get a few more hours of sleep. I lay on my back awhile, couldn't get to sleep, and rolled onto my stomach.
I dreamt I was riding a bicycle down a dirt road in the country near my home town of Davidson, North Carolina (USA). The road narrowed and became muddy as it entered a construction area. There were earth-moving machines sitting around in a muddy field. My path ended at a barricade with no way to continue. I got off the bike and walked around in exasperation trying to figure out how to get to where I wanted to go. I decided there was nothing to do but go back the way I had come. When I turned around to get back on my bike I saw its front wheel had been removed. A boy about thirteen years old stood next to the bike. He offered to trade me my wheel for something. (I don't remember what.) The wheel was nowhere in sight. I was incensed that the boy wanted me to trade for something that was already mine.
Suddenly I found myself floating away in a carriage that reminded of the passenger basket under a hot air balloon. There was an old disheveled-looking dog at my side who seemed to belong with me. I turned and saw a girl who was not supposed to be there. I immediately searched the carriage for the little dog I knew must be there too. I found the little dog completely hidden beneath a blanket in the corner.
The scene changed and I was standing in my bedroom in Davidson (where I had not lived for ten years). There was a wondrous girl standing in front of me. I felt an overpowering attraction to her on several levels -- spiritual, emotional, physical. I had never seen anyone like her. She was completely white and glowing. Her clothing and physical details were all in subtly-different shades of glowing white. She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was fairly short, perhaps two or three inches over five feet. Her hair was short and very thick, with small white curls. Her facial features, including her eyes, were all white. She shimmered and glowed fuzzily so that there were no sharp details. Her dress had shoulder straps leaving her arms and shoulders bare. Her dress had a narrow waist and stopped about mid-thigh. She wore nearly-transparent white hose on her white legs.
We stood facing each other a couple of feet apart. My attraction to her was intense. I put my hands on her shoulders and gently drew her closer. I knew that she wanted to be there with me and for me, but she turned her face away when I tried to kiss her. There was never any verbal or telepathic communication between us. I put my hands on her waist and she leaned backwards so far that her head and torso were no longer visible. Her dress came up revealing the tops of her white hose. There were no clips or garter belt holding her hose up. I hooked the fingertips of both hands under the top edge of the hose on her right leg and slowly began sliding the hose down her leg. Although I felt strong physical lust, I also felt an intense spiritual oneness with the girl that I had never felt before. As soon as I began pulling down the girl's hose I was abruptly awakened and the dream world vanished.
I felt a brief flash of anger at being disturbed from such a wonderful scene. My anger was instantly replaced with overwhelming feelings of love, benevolence, acceptance, and safety. I was being lifted out of my physical body. I clearly felt hands on both sides of my waist and forearms on my hips, gently and firmly pulling me up out of my body. The touch felt feminine. When I was completely projected the hands let go and I could see as if I had just opened my astral eyes.
I was horizontal, near the ceiling, face down, in my bedroom in Davidson. I was moving quickly in a counterclockwise circle around the room -- like the knot of a twirling lasso. My room looked like it did when I had lived there during high school, with blue walls, orange trim, and an orange bedspread. There was no body on the bed. Some of the details about the room seemed wrong. There were a few small items laying on the bed. I had little control over my flight. I tried to penetrate one of the walls and I succeeded, however, I still flew in a counterclockwise circle. The circle was just bigger and the room was less distinct because I was flying inside the walls. I decided to try to fly upward through the ceiling and as soon as I had the idea I shot upwards through the ceiling. As I sped away from my bedroom I lost consciousness for an instant.
Then I was facing a wall that contained a window about the size of my TV screen. Through the window I could see another world, brightly lit with sunlight. I grabbed the edge of a sliding glass pane covering the window and slid it open to the right. There was a second pane behind the first one. I slid the second pane open too. I put my head and arms through the window and was pulling myself through when the pull of my physical body from behind became stronger and stopped me. The harder I tried to pull myself through, the stronger the pull from behind me became. I was still struggling to pull myself through the window when I lost consciousness.
(I have read many accounts of people who projected when the hands of unseen helpers lifted them from their physical bodies. I think this was my first experience at being lifted out of my body by helping hands.)
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
The previous weeks had been unusually stressful at work, causing me to get very little sleep. I went hiking alone on Saturday. After going to bed very tired Saturday night I thought about astral projection. I thought about how I had not had a projection for a long time and how I was ready for another projection experience. I awoke too early at 5:55 AM, very restless with twitches in my arms and legs. I wanted to go back to sleep until 10:00 or 11:00. At 6:45 I was still awake and decided it might be a good time to listen to a projection-related audio tape. I chose a tape called "Astral Projection: Sound-Accompanied Lift-Out Hypnosis" by Dick Sutphen (from "Astral Projection Hypnosis Album", C184, 1980, Valley of the Sun Publishing). I put on my headphones, lay on my back, and listened to the tape. I still felt restless near the end of the tape when Sutphen's voice began again, saying he was about to wake me up. Instead of finishing the tape I rewound it and put my gear away. I still wanted to get a few more hours of sleep. I lay on my back awhile, couldn't get to sleep, and rolled onto my stomach.
I dreamt I was riding a bicycle down a dirt road in the country near my home town of Davidson, North Carolina (USA). The road narrowed and became muddy as it entered a construction area. There were earth-moving machines sitting around in a muddy field. My path ended at a barricade with no way to continue. I got off the bike and walked around in exasperation trying to figure out how to get to where I wanted to go. I decided there was nothing to do but go back the way I had come. When I turned around to get back on my bike I saw its front wheel had been removed. A boy about thirteen years old stood next to the bike. He offered to trade me my wheel for something. (I don't remember what.) The wheel was nowhere in sight. I was incensed that the boy wanted me to trade for something that was already mine.
Suddenly I found myself floating away in a carriage that reminded of the passenger basket under a hot air balloon. There was an old disheveled-looking dog at my side who seemed to belong with me. I turned and saw a girl who was not supposed to be there. I immediately searched the carriage for the little dog I knew must be there too. I found the little dog completely hidden beneath a blanket in the corner.
The scene changed and I was standing in my bedroom in Davidson (where I had not lived for ten years). There was a wondrous girl standing in front of me. I felt an overpowering attraction to her on several levels -- spiritual, emotional, physical. I had never seen anyone like her. She was completely white and glowing. Her clothing and physical details were all in subtly-different shades of glowing white. She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was fairly short, perhaps two or three inches over five feet. Her hair was short and very thick, with small white curls. Her facial features, including her eyes, were all white. She shimmered and glowed fuzzily so that there were no sharp details. Her dress had shoulder straps leaving her arms and shoulders bare. Her dress had a narrow waist and stopped about mid-thigh. She wore nearly-transparent white hose on her white legs.
We stood facing each other a couple of feet apart. My attraction to her was intense. I put my hands on her shoulders and gently drew her closer. I knew that she wanted to be there with me and for me, but she turned her face away when I tried to kiss her. There was never any verbal or telepathic communication between us. I put my hands on her waist and she leaned backwards so far that her head and torso were no longer visible. Her dress came up revealing the tops of her white hose. There were no clips or garter belt holding her hose up. I hooked the fingertips of both hands under the top edge of the hose on her right leg and slowly began sliding the hose down her leg. Although I felt strong physical lust, I also felt an intense spiritual oneness with the girl that I had never felt before. As soon as I began pulling down the girl's hose I was abruptly awakened and the dream world vanished.
I felt a brief flash of anger at being disturbed from such a wonderful scene. My anger was instantly replaced with overwhelming feelings of love, benevolence, acceptance, and safety. I was being lifted out of my physical body. I clearly felt hands on both sides of my waist and forearms on my hips, gently and firmly pulling me up out of my body. The touch felt feminine. When I was completely projected the hands let go and I could see as if I had just opened my astral eyes.
I was horizontal, near the ceiling, face down, in my bedroom in Davidson. I was moving quickly in a counterclockwise circle around the room -- like the knot of a twirling lasso. My room looked like it did when I had lived there during high school, with blue walls, orange trim, and an orange bedspread. There was no body on the bed. Some of the details about the room seemed wrong. There were a few small items laying on the bed. I had little control over my flight. I tried to penetrate one of the walls and I succeeded, however, I still flew in a counterclockwise circle. The circle was just bigger and the room was less distinct because I was flying inside the walls. I decided to try to fly upward through the ceiling and as soon as I had the idea I shot upwards through the ceiling. As I sped away from my bedroom I lost consciousness for an instant.
Then I was facing a wall that contained a window about the size of my TV screen. Through the window I could see another world, brightly lit with sunlight. I grabbed the edge of a sliding glass pane covering the window and slid it open to the right. There was a second pane behind the first one. I slid the second pane open too. I put my head and arms through the window and was pulling myself through when the pull of my physical body from behind became stronger and stopped me. The harder I tried to pull myself through, the stronger the pull from behind me became. I was still struggling to pull myself through the window when I lost consciousness.
(I have read many accounts of people who projected when the hands of unseen helpers lifted them from their physical bodies. I think this was my first experience at being lifted out of my body by helping hands.)
Copyright 2008 Jon Maloney
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Projection with Friend
Friday June 22, 1984
I dreamt a friend who was more psychically developed than I, agreed to help me astral travel. He handed me a transistor radio and told me to keep it on station 7. Later I was standing at home watching TV. The sound was off because I was listening to the radio. I noticed the TV picture and the radio sound were in sync and the announcer was talking to me. Then my friend was standing in front of me facing me. I was holding a half-filled grocery bag of stuff I thought I'd need on the trip, including a Polaroid camera. My friend asked me if I was ready, grabbed me with both hands, and we skyrocketed into the air. I became lucid when I felt separation from my body. I felt extremely energetic, free, and alive as we flew.
Then we were in a busy tavern several centuries ago and I faded back into dream consciousness. The tavern was not in the US but I could understand everyone. The patrons were predominately burly, bearded males. I told my friend I had to get back because of an important obligation. He said since we were time travelling we could stay as long as we wanted and he would get me back at the same time we left. There was a hassle with some guys in the tavern and they took the stuff from my bag. I managed to keep the camera. I held it up to take a picture for proof and my friend told me not to. He said many people travel back in time as we had done and they all had to be careful not to change the past. I argued that we could do anything and if it altered the future, history would simply change and no one would know the difference.
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
I dreamt a friend who was more psychically developed than I, agreed to help me astral travel. He handed me a transistor radio and told me to keep it on station 7. Later I was standing at home watching TV. The sound was off because I was listening to the radio. I noticed the TV picture and the radio sound were in sync and the announcer was talking to me. Then my friend was standing in front of me facing me. I was holding a half-filled grocery bag of stuff I thought I'd need on the trip, including a Polaroid camera. My friend asked me if I was ready, grabbed me with both hands, and we skyrocketed into the air. I became lucid when I felt separation from my body. I felt extremely energetic, free, and alive as we flew.
Then we were in a busy tavern several centuries ago and I faded back into dream consciousness. The tavern was not in the US but I could understand everyone. The patrons were predominately burly, bearded males. I told my friend I had to get back because of an important obligation. He said since we were time travelling we could stay as long as we wanted and he would get me back at the same time we left. There was a hassle with some guys in the tavern and they took the stuff from my bag. I managed to keep the camera. I held it up to take a picture for proof and my friend told me not to. He said many people travel back in time as we had done and they all had to be careful not to change the past. I argued that we could do anything and if it altered the future, history would simply change and no one would know the difference.
Copyright 2007 Jon Maloney
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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