Astral Projections and Reflections
Whilst I’ve been privately working on some deeper, more personal pieces of writing. I’ve realised that I've forgotten about my blog, blog...
One thing that I love to share with others are my nocturnal experiences, parasomnias, astral projections and lucid dreams. So... I thought I'd share a little update. No sleep paralysis attacks today though, just some fun lucid dreaming.
Back in the summer of last year I was going through a rather difficult time, hence me deciding to leave the UK for a permanent vacation.
One thing that often troubles me during these dark times are deep spiritual thoughts on the laws of Karma, in Hinduism and re-incarnation. The why am I here? Why was I given this life? Kind of dark thoughts.
These thoughts hit me full force in my darkest moments a few years back when I was going into freeze mode for weeks at a time. The longest being a 6-week period of terror induced immobility. Petrified I had been by the extreme and prolonged trauma my family enforced upon me and the re-traumatisation and re-targetisation from society had my heart viscerally rip out of my body.
There was a time during my trauma recovery when I genuinely believed that I must somehow be a reflection of what I'd attracted. This resulted in several years of intrusive thoughts and phobias.
See, when there is no concept of time, or time is just a concept and you’ve been beat to an inch of your life over and over again by your own family, scapegoated and gaslighted and then targeted by sick, sick people in the community as a young adult... You start to think. Maybe I am what I'm attracting.
Nightmares would have me deep in Jungian analysis thinking these were a reflection of my own nature. Buddhist concepts and meditations would send me down a wormhole of intrusive thoughts. The ‘I am’ method that Ram Dass so compassionately used to preach would become and obsessive compulsive thought process.
But, I'm through it all now... Pheeew! However, last summer I was dealing with some re-traumatisation and would often dwell on thoughts about re-incarnation.
I was planning on leaving The UK and for a short period considered cancelling my trip due to the effects on my health. It was shortly after this that I'd decided I'd had enough.
I was going to leave and find somewhere safe to live, somewhere with a real criminal justice system, somewhere that would protect me and somewhere where I could work on re-programming my nervous system in an environment that was safe and suitable for my needs. So, here I am in Gokarna, three days away from a two-month Ashram stay at a sannyasin Ashram (my equivalent of Hogwarts).
In the summer of last year I dwelled upon these thoughts, these thoughts of desperately not wanting to be re-incarnated and slightly concerning thoughts about what I would do, or where I would go if I couldn’t find safety or refuge in another country.
I just so desperately do not want to have to do this again!
I’ve been told in the past that my life is a fast track to enlightenment. A youth offending worker and a therapist both said nearly the exact same thing to me when I was younger, ‘You’ve lived five lifetimes worth of trauma within 15-20 years.’
I’ve most certainly had to do heaps worth, lifetimes worth of work on my mind within a very short space of time... It was a matter of urgency really.
So, last summer I was having a rough time for a 6–8-week period and ironically, I was just about to have my normal pre-period sleep paralysis, or lucid dreaming, astral projection. Which is something that usually occurs just before I come on my period, or when I’m very hormonal, or during equinoxes.
I fell asleep as normal one evening. I fall into dream state as normal. I’m searching for a home for myself where I can rent out two rooms, one for this young woman with dark curly hair and one for this small bald monk. I’m complaining at the state of the home, ‘It’s not big enough, it’s just not big enough’. There wasn’t enough space, I remember there being mould on the walls too.
‘I can’t fit two more people in here!’ I exclaimed to the monk. I’d like to note that in lucid dreaming methods we usually use a character from the dream to anchor onto in order to become lucid. However, on this occasion this monk knelt down, looked me in the eyes and said, ‘Gii, you’re lucid dreaming, NOW!’.
I said, ‘No, I'm not’. He replied, ‘Jump.’ As I jumped, I flew through the ceiling and then bounced back down. He said, ‘Go again,’ I fell through the floor like an acid trip and then bounced back up into the room.
The monk then spoke to me candidly, ‘Gii, there is more than enough space in this home for yourself and two others, stop complaining.’ In Jungian psychology the state of our homes in dreams are often a representation of the state of our minds. I was not happy, it wasn’t good enough, I couldn’t perfect it enough.
My soul spoke to me to remind me that my state was more than good enough, even good enough to invite two more people inside.
He then said that he had a message for me, ‘I need to tell you something very important. I want you to stop worrying, you will not be re-incarnated on this planet again. You will not be re born here, everything's going to be okay, you won’t have to come back to this planet again.’
I asked where I would be going next and he told me that I would be coming to his realm to do his kind of work. I said, ‘What? The dream realm?’
He laughed, ‘No, this is not a dream realm, this is another layer of reality that I am from, you will be re-incarnated here and do the work that I do’.
I woke up amazed, relieved with the thoughts that this may have been future me from another dimension travelling to me to send me this message. Or, at the very least some re-assurance from my soul.
Just last week I had a similar experience. I was dreaming when my soul spoke to me. She informed me that the reason why my life had been so extreme was that I as an individual am living in the dimensional consequences of three-time lines colliding. Not the rest of humanity but just me as an individual. This made perfect sense.