Deborah Hatswell

breathing through your solar plexus. Quite often that would give rise to astral travel, but on occasions one would be startled by a fairly loud cracking noise and wake up. The sound was somewhat like a noise of wooden furniture contracting sharply as it cools at night.

So, using this method very regularly I often travelled on the astral plane and the experiences there, though lucid, were unremarkable. This went on for a few years and culminated in an experience after which I didn’t initiate ever again the method to begin astral travel.

Again, the experience is vivid in my recollection: it was around May or June in 1978. I was 22 years old and living alone in London. Immediately before waking up on a sunny morning, I was aware of descending from the astral plane and suddenly seeing myself asleep in bed. The whole scene was very clear because the bedroom curtains were unlined and the sunlight shone through them, illuminating the whole room. Although I could clearly see my body in the bed, I could not tell if the body was asleep or dead. Seeing myself in the bed, I was transfixed by the realization that there was no need to return to my body; I could just stay on the astral plane and exist there, totally free, without care. It came to mind that my body would eventually be found lifeless in the bed and the astral body would be adrift on another plane of existence.

The next thing I knew, I woke up and enjoyed the warm feeling of an enjoyable experience on the astral plane and I knew at once that if I continued to travel astrally there would be a real risk that one time I would not return. Looking back on the experience I can’t remember feeling afraid of not being able to return to the body but the feeling that I might not return to it shook me up enough that I didn’t want to run the risk of choosing not to return. There was a feeling that travelling onwards on the astral plane was an option that I could choose if I wanted to, leaving my body an empty shell, and although the astral travel was enjoyable I knew in some deep part of my being that the body was a vehicle to be used for a time.”

...Until next time, Deborah

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