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Astral
Travel Adventures
by Pat Pfeffer
My mother told me a few years ago that I was a weird kid, for she never had to send me to bed while I was growing up. I would always tell her when I was done for the day and off to bed I'd go. I laughed and asked, "Do you know why?" She shook her head so I told her the truth of the matter.
My night time activities were far more real and exciting than being "in the body" during the day. When my head hit the pillow, I'd literally take off. I'd stand on the edge of the bed, launch myself out the window and my adventures would begin. I would soar over roof tops, sometimes peering into windows and could travel long distances in a blink of an eye. Frequently, I would land and mingle with the people I found myself amongst. Often they were speaking foreign languages which I could not understand. Usually I was alone, but occasionally was accompanied by either a cat or a dove perched on my shoulder. On one trip it was both. Sometimes I would hear the most ethereal gorgeous music during the trips.
I could see the people,
but they could not see me...for I would constantly test that fact. I would board
a bus and ride around the city I was in, or take a stroll through a building
of interest. Mostly I loved flying above the terrain and looking down at our
beautiful earth. All of my senses seemed to be heightened in that state and
the music and colors were unbelievable.
What frustrated me the most was my inability to stay aware of how I re-entered
my body. One night I determined to make a great effort to see how that was accomplished.
I was always aware when my trip was about to end for I'd begin to feel a drain
of energy. It was like a sudden weakness or a tug drawing me back to my body.
This night I found myself losing momentum while flying over an open wooded area
and suddenly I came upon a large construction site. A huge masonry building
with walls about 20 feet high not under roof yet. I slowly settled into the
unfinished interior and my last thought was, "Oh nuts, now what do I do?"
I never succeeded in discerning how I re-entered my body, but just continued to enjoy the nighttime adventures.
Years later, one evening a spiritual studies group meeting had to be aborted because of blizzard type weather. There were only four of us there in lieu of the normal twenty who attended. One was a hypnotherapist, so we began an experiment. My parents were spending the winter in Florida, so our goal was for me to pay them an astral visit to see what was happening there, record my impressions at this end, then call them for verification of where they were and what they were doing at that exact same time.
I left my body flying due East from Ohio to avoid the weather and followed the East coast down to Florida. When I arrived at the parents' house, I found that my aunt and uncle were visiting them. Uncle had a cane leaned against the side of his chair (he did not use one), they had just finished dinner together, pop was watching TV, mom was doing the dishes in the kitchen. I tried very hard to get her attention... even attempting to pull on her dish towel as she held it in her hand, but she remained unaware.
In a phone call to them later, mom verified to a T all that I saw on that trip. I gave her no clues other than asking where they were and what they were doing on that night at that time. Turns out that Uncle Vic had sprained his ankle and that explained the temporary cane.
Apparently there's much more to this three dimensional experience than meets the eye.
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