Ok, guys, so I was on the forum weeks ago when I was more actively trying to astral project. I've honestly been neglecting the practice most nights as my mind has been occupied with other things lately, but I've just had a very strange experience, and I wanted to share it and discuss it.
I was taking a nap (just woke up 15 minutes ago from the time of this post), and was drifting between being awake and being asleep again and again for minutes at a time, like I sometimes do on lazy late Saturday mornings. One of these times that I woke, I kept my eyes closed and stayed in thought, very near sleep. I thought to myself, "cool! right now I'm on the edge of the sleep state, i could make myself go back into sleep in just one moment if i choose". But I chose to do something else. There's this state that I sometimes get into, which I'm starting to think is sleep paralysis now that I examine its properties, where I stay conscious while I let all conscious awareness or my body and life slip away, and I get stuck into what I've been calling a "void". In this void, I very often experience sheer terror, because most times I'm not even trying to get there, and while there I seem to intuitively know that I'm in some way "vulnerable" or something. Perhaps this is because I no longer have control over my body at this point. Anyway, this time I willed it to happen, so I was calmer than usual. I had a sense of my body, almost like a vague 3rd person view of it, but not really visual more like a 3rd person detached sort of awareness of it. Suddenly the notion that I could astral project from this state popped into my head and I was like "ok! great idea!" So, I began to think about astral projecting at this time, and I could start to feel something happening. As soon as I started to "separate", I heard a voice. The voice...was that of my father. It was simply saying over and over and over, "Out, Tayler! Out, Tayler! Out, Tayler!" My name is Tayler, by the way. It was saying this again and again back to back at a consistent, rapid rate. It wasn't yelling loudly, but it was firm and clear, right in my ear. I was still fully conscious, so I thought my Dad had entered and was yelling for me to get out of bed or something of the like. It was either because I was afraid that the voice was some "astral entity" that I was too scared to deal with, or because I wanted to see if someone was yelling at me in the room for real, but I backed out and decided I wanted to 'wake up' or take control of my body over again. This process is always weird, I have to force it really intently sometimes to get back to waking consciousness and move. This was no exception. I would get close to having control then slip back then push a little further, then go back, then finally I managed to move my arm and BOOM. I was back. I had my body. So I uttered to my sister in the twin bed beside me, "wah...was that you bri?". She had no idea what I was talking about, saying there was no voice, and it must have been a dream, and she seemed a little disturbed. Then she asked me what I was giggling about. I had no idea what she meant. She said the for 15 seconds before I woke and asked her about the voice, I had been giggling in my bed. Not faintly, but loud and clear, I was giggling! The entire duration of my not having control over my own body, where I was sure I was solid as a rock, an empty vessel laying there like a ragdoll, I was giggling! What happened? What was the voice, why was I giggling, what just happened to me? I really don't know. I will try to induce the state again, soon, though.
I was taking a nap (just woke up 15 minutes ago from the time of this post), and was drifting between being awake and being asleep again and again for minutes at a time, like I sometimes do on lazy late Saturday mornings. One of these times that I woke, I kept my eyes closed and stayed in thought, very near sleep. I thought to myself, "cool! right now I'm on the edge of the sleep state, i could make myself go back into sleep in just one moment if i choose". But I chose to do something else. There's this state that I sometimes get into, which I'm starting to think is sleep paralysis now that I examine its properties, where I stay conscious while I let all conscious awareness or my body and life slip away, and I get stuck into what I've been calling a "void". In this void, I very often experience sheer terror, because most times I'm not even trying to get there, and while there I seem to intuitively know that I'm in some way "vulnerable" or something. Perhaps this is because I no longer have control over my body at this point. Anyway, this time I willed it to happen, so I was calmer than usual. I had a sense of my body, almost like a vague 3rd person view of it, but not really visual more like a 3rd person detached sort of awareness of it. Suddenly the notion that I could astral project from this state popped into my head and I was like "ok! great idea!" So, I began to think about astral projecting at this time, and I could start to feel something happening. As soon as I started to "separate", I heard a voice. The voice...was that of my father. It was simply saying over and over and over, "Out, Tayler! Out, Tayler! Out, Tayler!" My name is Tayler, by the way. It was saying this again and again back to back at a consistent, rapid rate. It wasn't yelling loudly, but it was firm and clear, right in my ear. I was still fully conscious, so I thought my Dad had entered and was yelling for me to get out of bed or something of the like. It was either because I was afraid that the voice was some "astral entity" that I was too scared to deal with, or because I wanted to see if someone was yelling at me in the room for real, but I backed out and decided I wanted to 'wake up' or take control of my body over again. This process is always weird, I have to force it really intently sometimes to get back to waking consciousness and move. This was no exception. I would get close to having control then slip back then push a little further, then go back, then finally I managed to move my arm and BOOM. I was back. I had my body. So I uttered to my sister in the twin bed beside me, "wah...was that you bri?". She had no idea what I was talking about, saying there was no voice, and it must have been a dream, and she seemed a little disturbed. Then she asked me what I was giggling about. I had no idea what she meant. She said the for 15 seconds before I woke and asked her about the voice, I had been giggling in my bed. Not faintly, but loud and clear, I was giggling! The entire duration of my not having control over my own body, where I was sure I was solid as a rock, an empty vessel laying there like a ragdoll, I was giggling! What happened? What was the voice, why was I giggling, what just happened to me? I really don't know. I will try to induce the state again, soon, though.