Astral Travel anyone?

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Hi,

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Have you ever managed to Astral Travel ?

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I have tried at various times but I can never get past the bit where I can feel a strong rocking motion.  Perhaps it is one of those situations where , although you really want to do something, you also do not want to do it at all!

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I have read, and been told, that  the best time to try astral travelling is just before you go to sleep (hypnagogic time) and just after you wake up (hypnopompic time), as you are at your most relaxed then and not too engaged with the normal world.

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Some friends have told me that they have travelled at nights quite naturally, right from being children.

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One person lies in bed at night, and once they close their eyes they see a book.  As they watch the pages of the book turn over, slowly at first before speeding up, they see various scenes on each of the pages.

The places portrayed are moving, just like a film, with people in or totally empty.

Although the person feels that they could enter the picture at will, they have always been afraid to do so.

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Then, suddenly they are standing in their bedroom , looking at themselves sleeping peacefully.

At this point they leave by the open window.  Apparently, this bedroom window is not to be closed, as the feeling is that the return must be achieved via the same window.  Once married, the partner was sternly told about this rule.

In this case ,the area travelled has always been limited by a distance of about ten miles from whatever place it began.

I am told that cats can see the person, as can other various animals, but not people.

Once night while near a road, a car shot past and killed a fox.  The person stayed with the fox till it died.

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When this person wishes to be at the top of a building, or something of that sort, then it just happens.  It seems to be an automatic thing, like lifting a hand or turning the head.

In this particular case, the travelling mainly happens in the summer months, for some reason.

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Once, as s a child , this person was left outside a pub, with a drink of orange and a snack, while the parents went in.

An extremely old man sat watching.

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He observed the child for quite a time time, both hands folded around the head of a walking stick, chin resting on his knuckles.  Then he slowly pushed himself upright and made his way over to the solitary little figure solemnly watching him approach.  “Don’t you worry about things ,” he said, looking down into the child’s eyes, “you are not the only one who wanders at night.  It’s a special thing for just some of us.”

Then he slowly wandered away.

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This person is the most practical, bluff, matter of fact and basic being that you could ever hope to meet.

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Another person lies flat in bed with no pillow, then slides backwards and out, and is free to roam anywhere they wish, always with the ability to return quickly to themselves whenever they wish to.

No need for open windows or other rules.  They say they just pass through walls and doors as if they were mist.

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Is this the same as life, where we make rules about things, and then stick to them like glue.  Are we actually only as free as we believe ourselves to be.

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Isn’t it amazing how we do not do things in one country because those are the rules, while in another country people believe in behaving a totally different way, and can sometimes ostracise anyone who does not conform.

I am not talking about behaviour that hurts and frightens others here, we must not behave like beasts  because that is not freedom , that is merely uncivilised.

I am thinking of simple things such as what we wear, or tattoos, or going barefoot, or attitudes to nudity, or an unconventional lifestyle or opinions.

Imagine if I dressed my hair with red mud and arranged it intricately and then went out of the house?

In parts of Africa it would be judged on it’s style or whatever.

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Or body painting.

I am quite partial to white stripes across the nose, a la Adam Ant, or Michael Stipe type colourings on the face, but you would need to be quite mad, or in london or at a festival to get away with that in everyday, ordinary places.

What does it matter, and why judge someone on a thing that can be washed off etc. Very limited thinking as it results in less splendour in everyday life.

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I am also a great admirer of masks.  I would especially like one that looks like a gleaming black feathered crow, with a big beak.

At my age masks should really be obligatory for everybody.

See, more rules.

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LOL

J.

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