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Last night/early morning I was able to project 3 or 4 times. Although I think this might have been a dream about projecting more than, actively projecting? Each time I left my body I noticed how easy it was, I guess because I am usually so absorbed in the sensations and the splitting off. I am not sure how I had so many opportunities, but apparently I took it. By the 2nd and 3rd time I ran into a girl who told me her name, Robyn. She had blonde hair and was tall. I asked her how she was able to meet me and talk to me in this space(my house). She told me she didn't know and could only seem to project on Wednesdays(It's Friday). The last thing I remember her saying was, "I hope this is white magic not black magic." And I asked her to repeat herself, because I didn't know what she meant. She did, she said, "I just hope we're practicing good magic" she said kind of leaned up against a wall, with a shrugged or shied disposition. I don't think I told her anything as a response but instead had a dream that I was somewhere else entirely and a man was walking a giant tiger in a residential neighborhood. The tiger got loose and I was trying to find a hiding place- people looked on and the tiger attacked and killed the man who thought he was stronger than the tiger- that's when others tried running too. I found an older woman in her backyard and she let me hide in her house. I had a couple other dreams after that.

Wow, shineling that is amazing. I notice music is such a nice experience in the NP. Very interesting the way you described your exit... I think I had a similar experience just this morning. And really cool, whoever you were talking with. Wow!

This morning I started feeling in-between again and saw somebody. Holding on to his image kind of pulled me out from my body. He looked young, filipino(or cambodian)- had a purple hawaiin shirt and was in a room with a guitar. I wondered if I was him, or if I was just observing. I remember when he looked at his hand it felt like I was looking at my own hand. At first I couldn't really hold on to his image. It was like a faint flash, then I'd see outlines of his environment- and outlines of himself. I had to try to bring the image into focus. After that I was back in my room and a wide-eyed spirit of some sort(was like a partial gaseous/cute looking creature) was telling me I'd have a hard time overcoming something- I think he was talking about all the sensations I was enjoying of feeling in-between. He told me it was a lazy energy that I couldn't resist. I thought it was strange because I just wanted to explore- and so I pushed the creature/entity out of my minds eye and phased through my bedroom door- I went downstairs to the front door and saw the girl dog outside sitting by our bush. Strange, if left to her own she usually runs through the neighbors yard and we have to chase after her. She saw me, and was smiling wagging her tail, the sun looked so nice. I tried phasing through the front door- it was more difficult than my bedroom door. I heard my parents car start- which woke me up- thinking they were actually leaving I wanted the chance to say goodbye. Funny thing is they hadn't left yet, but I did feel really good after having the experience.

Thanks Nameless. I had an experience this morning where I think I was lucid and "in-between." I had a bit of sleep paralysis, and it felt like someone was standing on my mattress. They walked over my head and stood behind me, it felt like they were looking down at me. I couldn't really move and became frightened. I managed to roll my back into their leg which prompted me to pop my eyes open and look behind me, by then everything had ended. There was a heavy fog on my mind, I think I was in two different worlds and might have been confusing sensations. 

I just woke up from an amazing, beautiful and rewarding astral experience!   Very exciting stuff. It's 9:30AM, I never sleep in this late anymore. Since the house was empty by 8AM I figured I'd try and get a little more rest. I never left my bed, I just knew the house was empty because when I woke up I heard my parents leaving to walk the dogs. As I fell back asleep I was never comfortable enough to feel like I was actually going back to sleep. I was laying on my back. I remember raising my legs, bending in my knees and alternating hands which rest behind my head, causing a stretch and bend in the arm. As I am doing this I am hearing the most peculiar radio station. Such fantastic sounds! It's an old-timey rock and roll radio station. Each instrument is a delight, and the more I focus on it- the more it comes into my awareness. Still, I'm not quite comfortable- and I find myself readjusting my sleeping position. Now I hear a voice, talking through what feels like a wooden radio box. I am beginning to realize I am "in-between."

The same in-between sensations I get from rising out of my body are strong here as my focus is shifting from the phantom music to my ever changing sleeping position. As I lose the sounds of a particular rock group, I see a flash of black light and what looks like an aliens face directly squared in my minds eye, and a guitar has now appeared in my hands. I find myself playing to the tempo of the song- and I find my left hand sliding down the neck of the guitar, to match the frequency of the music I am playing. It's a very fast pace old school rock song. Once I am able to match the sound and even take control of the direction of the music the radio comes back into focus and I am pleasantly grooving to these beautiful sounds! I knew I was experiencing the astral-in between like I hadn't in a while- to test this I thought of something and once again a flash of black light flooded my minds eye with the same silhouette of the aliens face and a spoon appeared in my hand. My only reference was the Matrix, and I am grinning ear to ear now thinking about it.   But Yes, I tried and was able to bend the spoon around, and I started to hear metal honing sounds and my focus again shifted back to my body and the in-between sensations. All of this, I am experiencing from my bed, but in the mind. As in, I was envisioning my mattress and my room exactly as it is, only there was a radio off to the left in the distance and somehow I was sitting up able to play these instruments just fine.

Lastly I am listening to the man speak on the radio. He is asking his listening audience to stay-tuned and describing something... a pizza box? Eh. He then goes on to talk about his health, blood in his coffee? Or that the coffee is blood? And jokes about it, "but who else would be here to bring you these great tunes?" and the music comes back. It's another rock song and now a pot has manifested in my hand and I am using the same spoon to strike the pot and pretending to be a drummer.

I thought about visiting the Astral Island but backed out- what was interesting about that was, that uncertainty brought a closing darkness in my vision like the dream/in-between experience was ending- or that the scene was changing when I started thinking about the pyramid on the island. Instead I started focusing more on the in-between sensations and listening to the man on the radio before waking up in this body- feel a little drugged, but really happy and energized.  

Hi Grumps,
It was me, the fellow throw-upper-er 

I hadn't much to say about that experience, other than I was confused and can't recall that happening before
http://www.astralpulse.com/forums/welcome_to_astral_projection_experiences/projection_journal_tides2dust_entries_past_experiences_notes_and_questions-t48007.0.html;msg375797#msg375797

[June 22nd 2018]

Here's another question... Have you ever been in a cube in the astral that could play a scene out like a movie? Like watching how someone died??? I'm not sure it was a cube... in 2018 I went to Dallas to visit a saint at the urgings of my friend. The night before being in her presence I had an out of body in the hotel room. I journaled it... And the more I think about it- the more I remember phasing out of the hotel room and down into a field- and once inside this "matrix" like cube, I witnessed something play out like a movie.

June 22nd 2018

two nights ago i was in a hotel room and i was able to astral project around 4:30AM. I remember getting up and out from the corner of the bed to the window. I saw the field outside and I pushed myself through the window and down to the field. Now... I'm not sure if this turned into a lucid dream or... But I felt like I was watching a scene from the past. Someone was shot in the field. I don't think I saw the shooter or even the person being shot. But I sat down next to him.. Whoever he was- he wasn't there. Or was he...? A person died here is what I thought. It was an impression or a very vivid idea played out like a movie. Hard to explain. After sitting down by the scene and taking it in I woke up. Not sure what to make of this one.

Not as an elaborate log as some others... I heard a gun shot go off in my neighborhood at 1:15AM this morning and I thought I might be able to inspect what was going on by trying for an NPE- no such luck... But it reminded me of this entry.

Lumaza, this is what's yelling at me right now and I am grateful you are persistent with your guidance!
"By my act of will, I release my focus over my physical body."

That is beautiful! I hope I can do the same. 

[September 14th 2019 12:56AM]

This is another past experience, I put this in a journal on Sept 14th 2019. This was before I found the astral pulse. I like having a dedicated journal here to keep everything organized, and I enjoy showing some of the things I've encountered while having a NP as we find relatability in our experiences. Before coming here and being guided into new ways of approaching the astral/non-physical experiences I tried more physically exhaustive measures- like using my mouth to talk instead of trying to communicate telepathically. This is one of those instances... And I encountered a grumpy person on the other side... I was most likely annoying this person  

September 14th 2019 12:56AM

unique experience:

this morning i felt the sensations allowing for an out of body experience. as the feelings slowly crept over me i started to hear someone talking to somebody else. i was open and intent on listening to this conversation. i even think they made a reference to me, suggesting i could not hear them. speaking was very difficult. it required a lot of energy and felt slow.
i said "hello. i can hear you. can you hear me?" he said yes. i replied again, "i can hear you" i asked, "who are you?" he didn't reply with an answer. i was so excited to be talking to someone else. for some reason i thought to ask, "what kind of music do you like?" i was very happy. there was no reply. again i said, "can you tell me your name?" he told me to shut up. i replied, "only if you tell me who you are" and then, very aggressively, he replied in a low growl and i felt a tone of reverberation "NO"
surprised, I tried to relay the aggressive feeling back to him, "NO" I said in the same manner.

after this the conversation ceased... I was given another opportunity to project again. In this first projection I could not see the people and i couldn't really leave my body, like all my energy was focused on having a conversation. What was interesting to note was this was the clearest projection of my, "Astral" self I've ever seen. what i mean is, at one point i DID try to leave my body before our convo and i only saw my fingertips as literal ghost-like energy. I could feel them, see their outlining and see through them. I even wiggled and flared my fingers about, fascinated by how clear things were. Everything was exact to where I rest my head on the bed to how I observe the furniture in my room. Sometimes the ghost like fingertips would turn into dark whispy shadows going on/off again from ghost like outlining to shadow.

So, onto the second projection... my dogs were laying by my sides this morning and the boy dog was also in the astral space with me, his body had that same ghostly outlining- you could FEEL him and his presence better then you could see him but i did see him and he was wagging his tail. this time someone honed in on me and the voice was much different... the voice felt distant and only partly human maybe partly robotic, someone was explaining to me why i was hearing people talking, how I had gotten there but I can't remember any of it. I had projected successfully and my astral self was sitting up against the wall in my bedroom listening to this person talking. They were giving me so much information and talking at a more comfortable speed, I felt like I hadn't the energy to relay back or even retain what they were saying. after this I woke up to find my boy dog sleeping next to me, he wasn't sitting up like he was in the astral, and I fell back asleep and slipped into a lucid dream...

I still have to remind myself I don't have to talk or put so much forceful energy in these experiences. I've cut some beautiful moments short this way. Baby steps I suppose.

hey Lumaza, thank you for bringing this thread to my attention and all your detailed effort!

i am excited for the upcoming months, a collective probing consciousness! 

[Sun Aug 25, 2019 2:22 pm]

Being stuck in what felt like delta waves with the children and having these collaborative experiences had me wanting to share a past journal entry. I also meant to ask if anyone has ever thrown up in the astral before? that was a first for me. well... anyways, these latest projections remind me of abigail and i want to share her with you guys, i haven't shared many past experiences in this journal and don't think i've gotten to this one yet. this would be one of the first times i have felt a type of sharing of my body/vehicle with another entity. i think this a similar concept as the playful entity at my GF's posted a few replies up. here's the raw archive

Sun Aug 25, 2019 2:22 pm

Did a playful spirit visit me this morning and help me astral project? It was sometime after 4AM when I was trying to go back to sleep. I was on my left side and as I began to slip into rest I felt those chills running along my spine- super blissful, it caused my eyes to roll up in ecstasy. I tried to keep my presence "open" and took this in-between moment as a chance for astral projection. The chills turned into a vibration and a sound that I could not only hear but feel running along my spine. My mind thought there was something or someone with me, this "vibration" I intuit as higher frequency.

My initial attempt to project was a failure- my, "astral self" rolled out of bed and landed on the floor with my face on the ground. I had, "an eye half open" and everything was to heavy to move around on my own. I tried to get up and could barley see out of this peaked open eye of mine, I was stumbling around and couldn't really open my eyes all the way. This time I actually crawled back into bed and my attention then shifted to my physical self, still sleeping on the bed on its left side. I realize I hadn't actually fallen out of bed and laid on the floor, which felt very real, but that I was in the same spot the entire time. This was my "safety-net" to try again.

Still the vibration continued, I felt there was a "them" I was keeping myself open to during this in-between once more. To describe the, "in-between" feeling... It's a honing in, as the body shuts down to rest, a type of noise zeroes in and a rising out meets this noise- sometimes when I "allow" the crossing to take place I start to hear talking- sometimes directly to me other times I feel I am listening to others have conversation. I had one experience where it felt like I was at a mess-hall listening to all kinds of chatter. Anyways... This morning I again project and as I pull myself out from my body I look at my hands and instead see these slender, shadowy/wispy hands in front of me. I don't quite remember viewing my astral self in this manner- I am lighter and I see words move across empty space in my room and I giggle as I try to say those words aloud. As if discovering I have a voice I get excited but it also sounds girly? I roll around in my room and crawl, I peek my head out of the bedroom door because there is a part of me that knows the dogs are about to be let outside. I wonder with excitement if they see me and seem to be making a game of things. I then get this vision to go outside and I glide down the stairs but am still looking at these wispy shadowy hands of mine. Once I get outside I raise my hands up and say, "AUM" and I see the shadow like hands stretching up to the sky- I feel so happy doing this. I try again and again, "AUM" and everything starts floating up I start laughing.

After this I believe my projection turns into a lucid dream. I come back inside to find Dad on the couch and he see's me... But I ask him, "do you recognize me? We aren't actually here." Which disturbs him and I see he looks at me as if he were looking at a ghost. My awareness is then shifted to my room where I'm sleeping and I hear a name in my mind, Abbey- is this the person I felt as a vibration next to me? The bedroom door opens and my parents, who have visibly aged, open the door and ask me something alarming to rouse me from my sleep. I felt confused between what was really happening and I started to panic only to come back to my panicked/labored breathing of me sleeping on my left side on the bed. It almost felt like, "time" didn't want me where I was... Well I fell back asleep but this morning I woke up and started thinking about this girl, I think her name is Abbey and her personality keeps popping in my mind. I have this feeling that she somehow aided my astral projection and that we shared consciousness.
I think she is young and playful... Not sure what else at this time.

has anyone shared their astral body with someone else?

notes from the log

What really took me by surprise, Abbey. This is one of my more cognizant experiences of sharing my consciousness with another personality. I'm not sure what to make of it. And I am so happy to finally be connecting those chill-like symptoms with the possibility of a presence. Today I got those same chills when I ran into an old friend who told me she felt like God was trying to tell her something. Spirit is ALIVE... To have heard the vibration in my spine and the feelings that followed... Gosh.

a few curiosities- Abbey saw these "words" in astral-space fly across and laugh as she was impressed that she could understand and speak them aloud. I don't think she saw the word aum but maybe there was some kind of, quick/surreal tuning into my level of understanding which is why she picked this word so I could understand the experience.. ??

Again my astral-hands did not feel like my own version. They were slender and shadowy and when Abbey chanted "aum" it was this feeling of pure joy. We were outside and when she chanted aum she raised her arms up, we started to float up and her hands were literally stretching and thinning out into the empty space. More particularly, like they were being vacuumed- form was dismantling into "nothing."

Although I don't think it's that we were merging into nothing but instead the very essence of creation- AUM. Perhaps the "form" of this astral vehicle that we were sharing simultaneously was of a particular denser vibration and Abbey knew very well what she was doing- lightening our load so to speak as we were lifting joyously up and beginning to lose form.

Exploring my territory. This one was rather exhaustive. I woke up in a dream, and then found myself in my bedroom. I am having a hard time collect the details. Just waking up there is a heavy fog on my mind. I remember this time actually seeing my body laying there and like a kid I was putting my hands out going, "ok good. good. there i am. all safe and sound." When I pushed out of the window to go outside, it was really bright despite it being actually dark(it's just now 4:30AM and the sun isn't up) Well... there was a bright moon, and the more I focused and noticed there was an even brighter sun further behind that radiating vividly. It was surreal. I came back to my bedroom. Was I awake yet? No, something was still off. My bedroom door was cracked opened, the light from the hallway was peeping in and there was a white bathrobe hanging on the ledge of my door with a cat hidden inside it! Its paw was on the edge of my door and I told the cat to close my door. I said, "closeeee!" and slowly but surely the cat peeked his head from out of the bathrobe and closed my door. It was kinda cute/funny. I actually spent a lot of time in my bedroom not doing much of anything except noticing slight differences, and feeling out my surroundings. I really think I was drifting in and out of dreaming to projecting. This time I again woke up and felt like something was still off. I opened my eyes from my bedroom and walked into the guest bedroom. "Well if I am stuck here I might as well take this time to explore." And I went down to the front door, phased through the window and went onto the street. I saw a woman walking two little kids, what's going on? I remember feeling so free, sliding and gliding around. The kids were running down the street laughing and playing. I felt like I was laughing and playing with them. I wonder if they could see me? They were paying no mind and the older woman did not seem to notice me either. I was hovering just above the pavement and glided on my side towards the two little girls and I stuck my hands out in front of me, "HIIIII." They actually waved at me and said hi right back! With that I zoomed off down the street and immediately woke up in my bedroom for real this time. The heavy fog is now lifting off my mind. It's about 4:50AM.

Just now remembering additional details... When I projected onto my street for the last time, it wasn't as bright as it was when I tried peering outside the backyard with the first projection. It was more reflective of the actual time. I also did not know the time to be 4 in the morning.
I remember when I was laying in bed trying to project I flared my fingers and noticed the "astral" hand half-way out from the actual hand. I somehow locked onto the fainter outline version of myself which changed my awareness/identification. And... lastly, when I felt stuck. I thought I was stuck there for who knows how long- but the thought crossed my mind that maybe I choked or died in my sleep and that's why I am stuck here or, 'there' rather.

I woke up feeling very energized.

I had the opportunity to project. I was able to rise out and I threw up in the astral before falling back into dreams. 

Last week my GF told me a spirit woke her up and while she layed in bed awake it said her name very slowly and playfully. She has never shared any spirit related subjects with me before. Last night I spent the night at her place and this morning as I was falling back asleep I was having a telepathic conversation with her in the 'in-between' state, but something felt off. I realized this was a/the playful entity not my GF. She/he kept trying to tell me I was late for work, and to wake me up and get me moving. I told him, "but this is a dream and it's not actually 9AM." After that, for whatever reason, I saw my GF laying there in bed sleeping and I surrounded her in a matrix of light. Pillars of light made her face glow. I thought I was pulling out whatever this playful entity was out from her. I'm sure I looked silly to him. After that I started to dream but realized the playful entity was still there hiding in different characters in my dream, exposing different emotional triggers before I'd realize something from the outside was impersonating the characters from my past. It was kind of fun identifying the imposter in this strange collaborative experience. I don't think there was any harmful intent. I think I was more harmful trying to cast him out initially but it would appear that did nothing in actuality. Maybe this stems from some archaic tradition buried in the subconcious.

First one I really remember is my first job while attending highschool. The woman who would bake bagels in the morning would be at work as early as 3AM. She always found a way to keep herself happy and laughing. She used very endearing words like child and honey when talking to us. She would also tell us, "aint nothin to it but to do it." and for some reason I really liked that. Years later and I drop it on people every once in a while when they get stuck in the, "I wish I did this-" or "I need to do that" attitude. 

I have been thinking a lot about this very subject today, including the experiment you referenced. To come here in the evening and see your thoughts reflect similar has compelled me to write. I believe it comes down to how much we let it. And that caution is rightly warned, but my thoughts have been more about liberation. Our attitude is enough to influence the health of our cells. Understanding why someone thinks ill of us might bring about liberation. Also utilizing our free will and focusing on a different reality might too. Think of the endless amount of sensational styled headlines, I wonder what effect this has on a general population? Then, do we let it affect us? Do we see through the headlines for what they are? But today I have been feeling so pleasant, I feel a great Love. I feel a joy that comes with taking the reins of ones life- digging deep, choosing what serves the best interest and what doesn't. It's like alchemy.  

[knew]

Hey guys! I love it.

Yes me too. One time it was french in a region of Africa located on a beach. I don't know what I was saying, but I knew I was speaking french with a woman.

More recently, I believe I said a word in italian and even more recent, russian. The difference between the italian/russian words vs having a full blown conversation is that those words were not a knowing but a feeling- almost like, "what is this language?" and it felt like the words/accents were reminiscent of italian and later, russian.

Definitely, very cool. No, it was a giant bat instead of a dragon.

I'm no expert, but have sometimes felt like these things occur on someone elses time. My experience is that, even when I did try to pursue this with discipline, that I'd have dry spells. I've read here that sometimes this is encouragement to try a different technique. I also wonder about activity level in relation to our position in time/space and whether energy that affects our local universe has any effect on our abilities.

Hi Grumpy, well our cross-over experience has similarities. In the same night I had a cross-over experience shared with shineling. The first round of dreams I had not mentioned involved riding a mythical creature. As I reflected on this shared-experience phenomenon, you were one of the people that popped in my thoughts early this morning. Isn't it something you'd be one of the first to reply and find relatability? The other person I have experienced this with here is Nameless. I don't think this means we are similar people. We are unique in that sense... But I was wondering this morning what malleable energy allows us our personable experience and at the same time, a shared one too? Is it living? Is it a channel? Are we a spectrum of a greater Being? It's very exciting. And I have learned to call this energy Mother. It may be that definition is unique to me alone, or it may be ultimately something we all share in common.

After falling back asleep I had a small OBE. I was able to get out of my body so easily, I was even floating a little higher. I tried phasing through my wall to go outside but it was more difficult compared to phasing through my window. Once outside I started going up towards the sky. I wanted to go higher and higher. I spotted a drone and then woke up. Upon falling back asleep now for the third time I dreamt I confronted my friends bully who is currently squatting in her place. In the dream world I tried to pull him out of her house. He then followed me into my next few dreams and rushed me with a knife which went through my hand. I wasn't bleeding but instead had chrome lining inside my skin. Another person saw it, he was like a friend and he was laughing a little as he talked about it. The wound still hurt, I could feel cold air rush through it. The bully kind of disappeared after that and a robot approached me to heal my hand. I had to inspect his ID chip to make sure he was a good guy and not another rogue element trying to harm me.

thanks Grumps.

It's time for both of us to stop worrying about how much sense we are making, I always appreciate your feedback. 

Have a nice day, all.

this morning, in the in-between, i dreamt i was half awake/asleep in my bedroom. i was laying down in the same position i'd actually be found sleeping in and everything in the bedroom was the exact same with the exception that there were flowers and plants on the side of my bed. i was in a lull and lazily reached my hand out(sleeping from my side) towards the plants. without touching them the flowers and plants started bending towards my fingers. i pulled my hand away and tried something else, but nothing else really moved in the same way. i tried again and watched the flowers bend to touch my fingertips. i caressed the petals before falling back 'asleep' and actually 'waking up.'

I haven't had much success lately. An interesting thought did occur to me though. Last night I woke up around 3:30AM to record a dream. As I fell back asleep an opportunity to project presented itself. I felt the usual sensations associated with a body that enters rest, while the mind remains alert. I heard a voice too. He was mid-conversation. It seems there are always three scenarios when it comes to hearing voices that play out as I begin a NPE. In this scenario, he may have been mid-conversation and somewhat like a "Doctor" and asking someone- "do you understand what I'm saying?" To which I replied strenuously form under my breath, "I know who you are." I have no clue where that came from. But rather than question it I remember Grumpy's advice and instead of trying to force words out of my mouth I try to speak telepathically and send a, "I hear you" out into the field. This just about brings a halt to my experience. But as it was coming to an end I noticed my mind, which was ready to switch to rest, take an element and turn it into meaning from my earlier dream. In the dream prior I engaged in a fight with a friendly bully of sorts. He was a kid at that time. As the voice that said, "do you understand what I'm saying" played the entity of friendly bully popped in my minds eye but this time he was an older person and said I understand. And really strange my mind noticed this entity/substance come forward as if to say, "I'm alive thanks to you."
This made me think of shinelings rumination about money in the astral. And it made me think, how many subconcious entities are there waiting to form once our minds eye places its gaze upon them? I'm not sure how much sense I am making. The way I understood it was there is something like a malleable form we will call a thought or pattern or idea. Until the minds-eye shines the light on it, it remains this very real miscellaneous substance. It was surreal for an element from my dream to reappear in my tired mind, slightly altered but justifying its presence. It kind of makes me think of Xanths small book too- how our minds make meaning out of unknown shapes. Like a log in the distance- whether it is a fear of the unknown, a previous experience- or a type of knowledge stored in our subconcious- we sometimes make that log into an animal until we are able to get close enough to see what it is.
In this in-between state I think my mind was reaching for meaning and took a very real substance, which might be called thought, and turned it into something for easy interpretation.

Hi Grumpy, I am a fan reading your projections. Thanks for sharing.