Plastic Paths: The Astral Travel Chronicles

Last month’s experiences had left me frightened. After recording an mp3 of my preferred astral traveling mediation, I discovered that listening to my own voice proved to be very effective and I was able to leave my body every time. The downside was that this created a split; while my astral body was wondering about, my physical body fought to wake up.

I struggled with finding a way to keep the good and get rid of the bad with this new method—finding a way to astral travel whenever I used the mp3 but not have to deal with the paralysis and nightmarish struggle.

Originally, I woke up from a 6 hour sleep, drank water, used the restroom, and went into the living room where I sat upright on the couch, covered in a blanket. Listening to the mp3, I meditated, eventually going out of body. This month I experimented with this to find a better way and eventually kept everything the same except lying on the couch instead of sitting upright. That seemed to work a little better, as the entire trip out wasn’t a constant back and forth between astral and physical and there was more blissful travel time, but I still struggled with splitting into two.

I decided to examine my script a little closer to see if there was something I was saying that triggered these results, but after a new read over, I didn’t see one. I tried it again and while I was out of body and my body fought to wake up my astral self tried to comfort my physical form , repeating “I understand, I understand” with true sincerity and love.

Ah, I thought. Is that what needs to be said? No harm in trying, so I re-edited the mp3 to include the phrase “I understand”, without giving it an explanation or further detail. No need to explain what I understand. My conscious, subconscious, and higher self will…well, will understand. I was careful to say it with the same level of love and sincerity that my

This worked! This first time I tried it, my body fought with the separation as usual. I listened to the phrase “I understand” and my astral form repeated it. My body calmed down, relaxed, and surrendered to the separation. The second night, my body fought for just a few seconds and after repeating the phrase, all was calm.

That was the last time I felt trapped inside a paralyzed form. Mission accomplished and now on to happy travels! Speaking of which…who is that person in my basement? The one I can only see when out of body?