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The Beginning – Into The Vortex

admin July 12, 2014 Astral Projection, OBE 2 Comments
The Beginning – Into The Vortex

When I was a child, around 4 or 5 years of age, I had an experience that would forever change the course of my life. It was an initiation, if you wish, into the world of mystery and magic.

If there was one thing I loved, it was waking up before everyone else in the house. I would lay there and savor the moment, such a peaceful moment. Mornings were always my favorite time of day. In this particular morning, life as I knew it, was about to change.

I was lying in my bed, wide awake, looking out the window. I turned to see the inside of the room and noticed my sister was still asleep. Suddenly I spotted a small black sphere the size of a ping pong ball spiraling round and round in the middle of the room. It grew, and grew, until it was the size of a person. Some sort of magical being stepped through that “vortex” and into my room. There was so much light behind him/her that I could not see the face. The being came towards me and put both arms under my body and swooped me out of the bed and into a different realm. I did not know what this was back then, but soon after I learned it was either a near death experience or OBE. As I exited my body, I noticed my astral arm leave my physical arm. As a child I processed this moment as having two right arms. We travelled to a different dimension. We flew over colorful gardens upon gardens with beautiful flowers and dancing people. It felt like a trip around ‘the world’. The being asked me if I wanted to stay. That question startled me and I immediately thought of my parents and snapped back into my body.

The first thing I did, once back in my body, was to run into my parents’ bedroom to tell them the whole story. To my surprise I was not able to utter a peep. It was as if someone had put me on ‘mute’. There I was, jumping on my parents bed, trying to speak and absolutely no sound would come out. It took about an hour to be able to speak once again. My mother kept hugging me and telling me I had a bad dream and that it was ok. My father was wondering if he should call the doctor. Suddenly my voice turned on again and I blurted the whole experience in one breath, as quickly as possible, in case I was muted once again. My mom looked amused and smiled at me repeating once again how it was a bad dream. My father had a different look on his face, he put the phone down and began asking me questions about my journey. At that moment I knew he believed me and that was SO important to me. He knew me, and he knew that I was no bullshitter and we shared a sort of telepathy. I was a very serious child that loved truth and honor. My father encouraged me to find out more about the experience, and in the years to come  he would bring me movies and books on the subject, sometimes even people who had similar experiences, to chat with me.

After this first experience, the astral projections began happening almost every night, and though I never saw that being again, I always wondered about its origin. What, Why, When, Where, Who, How? Was it an angel, an extraterrestrial, myself from the future, a soul mate? These questions fueled me into the next level of multidimensional travels, and here I am today…

 

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  1. Brian July 23, 2014 at 10:35 pm

    Interesting! My only obes have occurred when I thought I was going to die. But a few acid trips to other dimensions have changed me forever.

    • admin July 29, 2014 at 6:03 pm

      Interesting! Would love to hear about one of those experiences :)

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