Congrats! It seems the first few times are always short lived. But, a learning experience it was indeed. Sounds interesting.
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Show posts MenuQuote from: kiwibongaIn my opinion this isn't possible on a physical level -- but I do believe that the astral body can receive this type of communication from other astral bodies...
Quote from: knightlightLast night I decided to just relax before bed and do a bit of mental projection. I didn't get very far and passed out. I had a series of very very very intense and real lucid dreams, but one sticks out and makes me wonder just why this life is so solid compared to all the things I have experienced while phased, and why I don't have one of those lives as my main life.
I awoke. I reached for the light switch, it flipped up and down but didn't work. I rolled over and looked around. I was laying on a mattress in a living room of a house I have never seen. I looked to my right and a very short woman who I knew was named Belle was laying next to me. She moved slightly and looked over at me, wondering why I had awoken so suddenly. I told her I was having this strange dream about living in the house I do now and having the job I do now and how strange it all had been. She nodded and put her head back down and I put my arm over her and said "Belle... you complete me." and lowered myself completely back to the mattress. I contemplated the 'dream' I had had, how it seemed to last for so many years and it all seemed so strange. I was convinced I had finally woke up in the life I had been living for all this time and hadn't realized it. The thought of my life now being more than a dream wasn't anywhere in my mind.
That's the part that scares me the most. It wasn't that I was convinced it was real, it WAS. Its like when you are dreaming and wake up, how you feel then, you KNOW you are awake and that you are in the main life you focus on and everything is solid and normal. What life was this? Have I finally lost it? Am I reaching into the parts of the consciousness continuum that Monroe did when he would live another life in "Journeys out of the body"? I am glad the memory of this is fading because its something I want to forget, something that is so haunting, so surreal, that I would rather not experience it again.