I will continue with my story soon, but had to share a personal realization that I just made. This whole idea of "this" and "that" OR "right" and "wrong" is really going out the window for me these days. FOR EXAMPLE! I think we all at some point or another give meditation a try. For some it seems to be 'the be all, end all' of their spiritual practice. I have not gotten there yet and I'm not holding my breath.
First, meditating for me is not glamorous or special. It really isn't. I sit and I stare at the wall. I don't enjoy closing my eyes. Sitting cross legged is uncomfortable. So guess what? I don't. And if I am doing good it might last 6 minutes. MAYBE. That's it. The new age community really is another "box" to put ourselves in. Someone told us all that we had to sit for 30 mins (or even an HOUR!) and "clear our minds" and "let go of thought", etc. etc. NOPE. Actually, in my opinion, the best thing to do is to learn all that nonsense and then POOF- let it go. I do think that learning about thoughts and learning about "letting go of thoughts" is important, don't get me wrong. But I am starting to see that it is equally as important to unlearn that idea. Because, guess what? Once you "learn" it - you don't have to "do" it anymore. You just stare at the wall for however long you want and trust in yourself. Period. Pretty simple.
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
The Beginning - How I started to practice astral projection
In 2009 everything changed for me. One of my husband's old co-workers was in town and we were having dinner. I had just turned 28 years old.
Prior to this event I spent almost every waking minute acutely aware of my own mortality. If you ever got a few drinks in me, which isn't hard, I would immediately start asking everyone in the room, "What the hell are we all doing here?" I always knew I was missing something, we all were. Life seemed too plainly there, if that even makes sense, and I found it annoying that I had no memory of where I was before being born. I found it even more annoying that no one seemed to talk about any of this, um...EVER. To me, this was the elephant in the room. I had no idea about anything "new age" - I just knew that I was filled with a sense of "something is going to happen", most of the time actually looking around for it to happen, and, again, "What the HELL are we all doing here?!"
Back to dinner with my husband's co-worker. He was a good friend. Someone I had always been very fond of and enjoyed spending time with. He briefly mentioned Delores Cannon. I had never heard of her. I went home, opened some wine and spent a good 2 hours watching YouTube videos of her interviews. That night and that material snapped something open in me. I didn't understand any of it, I sort of still don't, but it somehow changed me.
I went to bed. At some point in the night I was woken to the sound of a jet engine in the room. Saying it was loud is an understatement. The noise was paired with an incredibly intense vibration that started at my head and went to my feet and then repeated. It was strong and consistent. I'm tempted to say it was violent, but I was in no pain, I just want to really establish how massively strong the vibration was. My whole body was vibrating and the whole experience sounded like a jet engine. I was in shock and said out loud, "Okay, I, ugh... I am not ready for whatever this is." And it immediately stopped.
The next morning I looked up "sleep" and "body vibrations" and was absolutely astounded to learn that this was a normal, routine experience when going out of body. Out of body? What the hell is that? I had followed my dreams, almost religiously, for over 15 years, but this seemed to be a whole new ball game. I was beyond intrigued and excited. Little did I know what was in store. More soon!
Prior to this event I spent almost every waking minute acutely aware of my own mortality. If you ever got a few drinks in me, which isn't hard, I would immediately start asking everyone in the room, "What the hell are we all doing here?" I always knew I was missing something, we all were. Life seemed too plainly there, if that even makes sense, and I found it annoying that I had no memory of where I was before being born. I found it even more annoying that no one seemed to talk about any of this, um...EVER. To me, this was the elephant in the room. I had no idea about anything "new age" - I just knew that I was filled with a sense of "something is going to happen", most of the time actually looking around for it to happen, and, again, "What the HELL are we all doing here?!"
Back to dinner with my husband's co-worker. He was a good friend. Someone I had always been very fond of and enjoyed spending time with. He briefly mentioned Delores Cannon. I had never heard of her. I went home, opened some wine and spent a good 2 hours watching YouTube videos of her interviews. That night and that material snapped something open in me. I didn't understand any of it, I sort of still don't, but it somehow changed me.
I went to bed. At some point in the night I was woken to the sound of a jet engine in the room. Saying it was loud is an understatement. The noise was paired with an incredibly intense vibration that started at my head and went to my feet and then repeated. It was strong and consistent. I'm tempted to say it was violent, but I was in no pain, I just want to really establish how massively strong the vibration was. My whole body was vibrating and the whole experience sounded like a jet engine. I was in shock and said out loud, "Okay, I, ugh... I am not ready for whatever this is." And it immediately stopped.
The next morning I looked up "sleep" and "body vibrations" and was absolutely astounded to learn that this was a normal, routine experience when going out of body. Out of body? What the hell is that? I had followed my dreams, almost religiously, for over 15 years, but this seemed to be a whole new ball game. I was beyond intrigued and excited. Little did I know what was in store. More soon!
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