What it Is #17

While the subject of connection with a loved one who is no longer living amongst us in this world is fascinating to most people, you will find that there lies a line of plausible believability. That which you can wrap your mind around and that which you cannot. You will find that there is a threshold for most people of what seems possible and what does not. Even I have my tipping point of what falls heavy on the “crazy” meter when I hear it.

In a recent post, “How Does it Happen,” I began to explain some of the ways in which our loved ones who have passed on may make some sort of contact with us. You might want to do a quick review but here are the ones I laid out for quick reference.

Personally, I have had experiences with all of these but the reason that this blog exists is to tell the stories and most of those fall within the category of astral projection/travel. It’s taken years and still much courage to go forth with this exercise but here we are.

There are oodles of books on the subject which I found once it began to happen to me on a more regular basis. Understand, that this was something that I did not seek. While I had experienced the phenomena once or twice in my childhood/teen years and then again in my early adult hood, it was not common, and nothing ever really occurred to make me look further into it. It did not seem to last long and wasn’t alarming in any way. It was just a sort of “out of body experience” and was always peaceful. No harm no foul.

Upon my divorce in the mid 2000’s, I was in a very bad place emotionally. I was betrayed, sad and afraid of what was to come. This was the first time I had an astral experience of significance. It was an early morning in 2007 when I felt it begin to happen through no effort of my own. A sort of “lift out” of my body and seeing myself lying there. I had complete conscious thought and knew that I wasn’t dying because it had happened before. I felt a presence with me. It was loving and kind. It held me as we left my home and flew over landscapes I was unfamiliar with. I knew that it was male though I never saw his face. He was reassuring and kind. I saw faces of people whom I did not know but were so happy to see me, all smiling and radiating love, waving as we passed by them. Eventually, we stopped, my feet hit ground and he let go, where I was able to run with childlike abandon. I could see and feel onlookers, the people we had passed over watching from nearby windows in this unknown place, this place which seemed to represent a new life, all still sending love and approval. I felt him beaming as I did and the joy in my heart made it feel as if it would burst. After some time, like a parent, he told me we had to go but that my life would be ok, that I would feel like that again. I told him that I didn’t want to, but he took me anyway and I was returned to my room and softly placed back into reality. I could only put my hands over my face and cry at the astonishment of what had just happened.

I was not asleep; it was not a dream. I can attest to that from years now of more like experiences. After taking some time to absorb what I went through, I shared what happened with my mother and no one else. I still do that now when they occur. It takes time to just take it in before being able to talk about it. It did not honestly happen again, that I remember, until losing Brian. That would be 7-8 years later. Those stories are amazing, funny, and numerous. They are the direction of this blog and where I believe, the difference in my story lies.

So there, the proverbial band aid is off. Crazy maybe but it happened, it happened some more, and it still happens from time to time. I will take the gift that it is and embrace it for what it is. For what it is, crazy and all, gives much.