The Golden Age on Earth. 1960-2100?

[Under_the_Midnight_Sun]

Hello fellow astral projection enthusiasts. Well, I'm sure you're thinking that this post is INCREDIBLY long, but nevertheless you may find it interesting as it stems between the years 1960 and 2100. Maybe somebody has seen something similar as well? 

2/6/12
I couldn't sleep well tonight because of pain in lower back. This could have caused me to obtain an appropriate level of awareness while drifting to sleep.
During the exit of this projection I said to my higher self, "Take me to the golden age of our planet Earth."
Upon the arrival in the (seemingly Real Time Zone) I noticed that my surroundings were not of my own room, but of the back bedroom at our house on Lake Kiwassa in Saranac Lake, NY. But the thing is, I had the false memory that my physical body was sleeping in this room, and had the intuition that it was around the year 1960. It was almost as if my memories coincided with my fathers memories at the time. He would have been growing up during the time period and for some reason (as crazy as it sounds) it was like our astral bodies meshed together during this beginning of the experience (which caused why I thought MY physical body was in the room).

I (or we) walk over to the cabinet and open a wooden box, with some very Adirondack-like bark design around it. Inside is another small wooden box. This, I take out and set on the bed behind me so it can easily be looked through. Inside are some sorts of shaving supplies. I have the false memory of them being mine, and that I had recently begun using them. On the bottom of the box are little cubistic shapes, which have some sort of material on them. Another false memory (possibly of my fathers) claims that these are another method for shaving. The material on the cubes supposedly sheds the skin and cuts the hair as well. Reaching up with my hand I feel some stubs on my chin, and use the cubes to test the astral environment. I swipe down my chin with it, but realize the stubs have not been removed in any manner whatsoever.
(Note: It is very possible either I didn't understand the usage of the "cubes" or that the memories coming in were distorted by mixing with my present memories and thoughts.)

Now, realizing it's about time to go exploring I glance out the small rectangular window. At this moment it seems that any previous false memories that were stemming in from wherever (fathers memories, or something else?) vanish and I'm left with my own personal memories from the present. (DESPITE THE FACT THAT THE LAKE HOUSE HAS BEEN RAZED AND NEW HOME IS CURRENTLY BEING BUILT –yes, I assume I should have said that before. Maybe I did not remember this because another memory from a parallel reality was stemming across?)

Anyway, looking outside I notice an inordinate amount of trees and pine trees. The driveway is much more crowded, with trees hovering over it, than it is in present day. It is still nighttime, and seemingly RTZ (for 1960's).

I turn and walk down the corridor. At some point along this walk I move along the path of TIME as well. It is no longer 1960, but further in the future. There is no exact date, but it seems to be after present day, probably around 2025. Our house is still there on this timeline (or I perceive it to be, because I do not know any better—having not visited the new house yet). Looking through the kitchen window onto the neighbor's property the grass is completely overgrown. Near the edge of the water is some white tubular structure approximately 3 ft. high seemingly purifying water from the lake for drinking use. However, the structure seems old and has not been used in a while. As for the neighbors house I do not look far enough to the right to see if it still exists. Their dock, boat, and usual lawn chair equipment are non-existence though.

Opening the sliding glass door I walk onto the porch. Out in front of me the beautiful lake sparkles under the magnificent and powerful sun. The sky above is an absolute baby blue with white puffs of vanilla ice cream colored clouds. Going left I head to the door, which is different. The handle has been changed. I have a false memory and I think to myself, "Finally, in the future they will change this crappy handle . . ." The current handle (before it was knocked down) was the original from 1910 and didn't always behave properly.

So, in this parallel reality where some of these memories stem from the only renovation that had been done on the house was a new shiny gold handle. Or, alternatively my mind could not accept the reality of being in a house in 1960, traveling through time and being in the exact same position, yet in a different home, so I was perceiving it as similar, although it had changed. This could be why the outside views were different, as opposed to current reality. -hope that's not too difficult to understand (reading it over it seems to be)

The moment I open the door once again I move through time to a year yet further into the future. It wasn't a voluntary movement made by my willpower, but seemingly guided by a higher force above.

I run out to the dock in the new scene that now presents itself. The lawn and rest of waterfront property seems similar but out in the lake never seen before structures are emerged in water. A series of pipes, many different colors is not far offshore, and another similar structure is out to my left. I don't know what it is used for, but it seems to be for water purification. I leap off the wooden dock (which was fixed from it's previous broken and present day self) and dive into the gleaming water. Underneath I open my eyes and find myself in a transcendental underwater world. The sun shines down from above highlighting the dirt and sand on the lake floor. Bits of shell and other pieces sparkle from the sunlight above. I take in a large breath of cool lake water and breath it back out. I think to myself that when I go from water back into air it will be jarring switching between the two mediums and could potentially lose my awareness and wake up in the physical. To prepare for the change I get ready and fly upwards, at high speeds, out of the water into the air.

Here, the entire scene changes. I momentarily lose consciousness as I am transported both through time and space. Coming conscious I find myself located in an area I've never seen before. Standing on top of a hill I look out in the distance over a valley onto yet another hill where a small town is located. Suburban houses liter the right side of the hill across, while the left side seems to be more of a town center, where one might find stores and diners. The world is green and happy. Many trees are growing along the hills and valleys as far as the eye can see. It's the Golden Age.

It seems that during my period of unconsciousness and changing of time and location I have created a thought-form along with me. The person I have created seems to be a close friend at the time, but looking back at the image of this guy I realize have never seen him before. He's Caucasian, has dirty blonde hair, a few freckles, and a friendly smile.

What I am about to tell you now will probably sound horrendous, but it had to be done to test the reality of the Astral environment and to successfully continue my experience without any unwanted distractions. 

I began to punch the guy in his face and body to break down the manifestation from my own mind. I attempt it to see what it takes to disconnect the link from the subconscious mind and it's own manifestation. As I began hurling fists at the poor guy, he covers his hands over his face, and has absolutely no idea what's happening. But then his face momentarily glitches as if he were an animation on a computer screen. Then suddenly without a warning the creation explodes like a nuclear bomb. I am thrown back meters and land on my back, completely unconscious from the shock. Right before I lose consciousness I think that this is the end of the projection, and that soon I'll be waking up in bed . . . But some part of me holds on, some fiber of my awareness remains, almost as if I were meant to see the next scene.

Upon waking I find myself in the exact location, except now intuition tells me that it is approximately the year 2100. I stand up and the glaring sun is absolutely beating down upon me. Wondering what temperature it is- a thermometer manifests in my hand. 90 degrees Fahrenheit, but I don't know what my location is. Then, I look out into the valley and hillside. The once beautiful thriving trees and leaves were no longer. That time had passed on long ago. Now, every deciduous tree in sight was sick. It was as if a terrible blight had come along and plagued every tree in sight. It was summer time, but each small leaf that presented itself was brown, crinkled, and rotten. The leaves that were, were sparse. Where there once was a thriving forest and environment was now a wasteland. At the time I wasn't thinking about what caused this terrible disaster, but pondering on if my mind was creating the scenario for itself. I tried as hard as I could to make the leaves grow back on the trees, but could not. The truth is inescapable. What I was perceiving was the reality of wherever and whenever I was. Even sitting here now typing this I can't help but get choked up on how our beautiful Earth had spiraled downwards into such disaster. Was it a manmade problem? Or even a natural phenomenon?

I jumped up into the air to investigate my surroundings on top of my hill. Low and Behold an abundance of Pine or Confer trees were thriving. It was as if whatever blight affected deciduous trees had no effect whatsoever to these remarkable plants! Up on this hill, and on other hills as well (I'm sure!) they were either being bred or growing naturally! Where I was people had even come up to decorate them. The people of the time period had an absolute love and admiration for these species for surviving. Yes, it was strange, almost like a worshipping, but I can see society responding like this in such a pandemic. The Pine trees were decorating akin to Christmas trees. One large tree I specifically checked out had many reds and white trinkets on it (as did many of them around this one). There were notes and bells and whistles and little boxes basically looking exactly like Christmas.

(On a side note that I really feel like including here. Why is the Coniferous tree even used during Christmas and celebrated around? What if an even this large somehow stemmed back in time, or is a predominant event in history that it's effects and possible thoughts could be felt hundreds of years before? I've read that in the Akashic Records the greatest events in history are always "near the top" so to say. That's why Nostradamus and other great prophets always spoke of horrendous wars, famines, and people dying.
Or of course the pine trees might just be used because they remain green in the winter and are imperceptible to losing their needles.)

I flew back to the edge of the hill and looked out into the distance. On the opposing hill it was obvious that more houses littered the hillside. It looked like there was some over-population, which was causing a problem. Over the valley some sort of gondola carrying like structure stretched left to right, as far as I could see. On these great metal wires gondola cars were moving. There were 1-person gondolas, 2 person gondolas, or 4 person gondolas. It was seemingly the method of transportation for the era. Now, each gondola was highlighted in different fluorescent color of either red and orange (the two most common), blue, and green. I decided to take a short flight over to them. At a base station I noticed 4 individuals getting onto one specific 4-person gondola that lined them up single-file.

At a base station were people were boarding the gondolas each person was wearing a helmet over his or her heads with the same 4 fluorescent colors. I can infer from this, that this is their only means of oxygen. The trees were deceased which means that around the world all the carbon dioxide was not being converted into oxygen for us to breath by the natural process of each of the dying trees, which further leads to believe that is why people absolutely loved the Coniferous trees, as they produce oxygen as well. The fluorescent colors are symbols that inside whatever it is, is oxygen. Inside each gondola the people would be able to take off their helmets. I began to follow the set of 2 and 1 person gondolas. (the 4-set was directly parallel, but I flew between the 1's and 2's.) Below me I noticed a highway, with a single car riding along it. The car didn't seem to be OVERLY futuristic and was some sort of Lincoln. It did not have the similar fluorescent colors. Following along the red and orange gondolas took me into some above ground tunnel. Here red and orange triangles stuck down from the ceiling in between the two sets of gondolas. It was at this time I realized I've been out for an EXTREMELY long time, and must think about returning to my physical body. On my first attempt to return I found it unsuccessful. Looking up at the ceiling of the tunnel I used all my willpower and rammed my head into the ceiling, while simultaneously feeling for my physical body. Success.

But not quite, I woke up in bed, but once again out in the astral.  I reached over with my astral arms and pet my cat who lay beside me on the bed. Then I rolled out of bed onto the ground. Here I lay, still in the Astral pondering the mystifying experience that had just occurred. Manifested a paper and pencil I began to write down portions of the projection to ensure as many memories remain with me as possible. Finally, after several other exits I was able to wake up in the physical. It was 5:15AM and I was feeling great after one of the most awe-inspiring experiences of my life.

Notes: Only after re-entering the physical did I realize that in a previous projection over a year ago in the year 2200 that some woman told me about how the leaves would fall off the trees and there would be absolute disaster and a horrendous drought on the planet. This particular experience is at http://fluidexistence.us/December2010.html and is #1 on 12/21/2010
Also, many entities in numerous different experiences I've met have always proclaimed some immense sadness when speaking about the Earth, and about something terrible that was to happen in my future. Perhaps now I've had a glance at this.

Wow, now I'm exhausted and need to go to bed. . . will probably be editing this tomorrow.

Good night everybody, and happy traveling... full moon soon and great time for projections,
UMS

[AJDIN]

Thanks for the read man,

gives me insight too taking my projections a little further and asking my higher self too show me such ages instead of just appearing outside my house all the time

[Under_the_Midnight_Sun]

hey, I'm thrilled my experience has aided you in some way. Yes, the higher self will always show itself if enough intent is given. It's strange though, the higher self rarely answers or shows you something in the manner which you'd expect. For example, in the projection here of mine, I was expecting to go to a Golden Age, but just of one year on planet Earth... not expected to be shown scenarios between almost 150 years.

[AJDIN]

Hey under the sun, if you can read my recent attempt at an obe/ap in the OBE section

Trying too call out too my higher self / spirit guides, with no luck, any tips?

[Greytraveller]

Greetings Under_the_Midnight
Quite the interesting adventure. I'm impressed that you could stay out of body that long to do all the travelling and exploring! Nice

Cheers
Grey

[Under_the_Midnight_Sun]

Hi greytraveller,
thank you for the kind words 

[gallianoj]

That was great! Wonderful expression of abilities and awarenes in the astral. Nicely written. An inspiration! Thank you.