[whitecrow]

My one true experience with astral projection came many years ago. It was an incredible experience in which I learned the rudiments of control and volition. I well remember the incredible vividness of perception, as well as having a 360º field of vision!

Fast-forward about four decades...I had another kind of OBE just the other night. I'd been visiting friends, talking about paranormal experiences among many other things...I'd been telling about an experience I had up among the sequoias in July 2000, when I'd seen thousands of tiny flickering lights move through the walls of the tent and out the other side, in a procession that lasted a couple hours...

Back home on my patio, I sat up after midnight and felt myself surrounded again by flickers of things that existed in the edges of my perception but never when I looked right at them. I felt I was getting an understanding of what this kind of experience might represent. I was in a kind of light trance state when I went to bed, very late.

Instead of going right off to sleep, I lay on my back in a continuing trance state. I was awake and aware of my surroundings, but at the same time I could feel myself drifting off somewhere else. Specifically, I was meditating on the light connection that each of us has directly to the divine heart of all mysteries. It appeared to me as a golden cable, glowing like the sun, that I knew was unique to me only in my own perception; it was the same connection that binds all things to Prime Spirit, and all to each other, for truly we are all intimately connected in so many ways.

I must have laid that way for a couple hours, neither asleep nor fully awake but in a state of trance. At a certain point I realized that I had left my body. I hadn't gone anywhere, but lying there in the predawn dark with my sleeping wife beside me, I realized I was more out of my body than in it. It came into my mind that I was in a sense dying, that if I let the process continue I could simply leave the shell and not come back. It was very peaceful, and part of me really wanted to go!

A part of me remained connected to my body, so that I could (and did), if I thought about it, move a finger or one of my feet. If I opened my eyes a bit I could see the shadows of the room around me. This part of me seemed very dim. Most of my awareness was intensely concentrated Someplace Else, somewhere along that path of golden light; I don't know where but it was filled with knowledge and light, and I wanted to be there. I'd been given permission, evidently, to look and no more. I sort of settled back into my body with a psychic sigh, turned over and went to sleep.

When I woke just a few hours later, I felt refreshed and inspired, not tired and dragged-out like I sometimes am if I stay up too late. There's work to be done.

I'm glad you brought up this topic. The more these experiences are shared, the more we all can see the patterns of quickening and awakening that are spreading across the world.