A few nights ago I had the strangest astral travel experience.
I had been going to bed with the full intent of entering the astral world in my sleep for quite a while but I had been unsuccessful. On Monday night I went to bed as usual. As I lay there I mentally repeated the mantra FARAON as instructed by Samael Aun Weor, just as I had been doing for several nights.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_E42KWhx8g
I fell asleep and went into a dream. In my dream I was in my room. It was dark. I looked towards the window and I could see what I thought to be red and blue lights flashing through the window shade. They looked like the lights of a patrol vehicle.
At some point I became lucid. My consciousness awakened. I was aware that I was in the astral, the dream world.
I walked over to the window an peered out. I'm not certain what I saw outside but when I looked away and returned my gaze to my bedroom I became aware that there were three guys in my room. Needless to say, I freaked out. I didn't understand why three guys would be in my room. I got my .357 magnum revolver and demanded that they leave my room. They hesitated and didn't seem to care. In fact they seemed to be laughing at my demand. Again I demanded that they leave. They appeared to be walking out but didn't seem to really care much about my demands. I aimed at them and fired. I shot all three of them in the ass. Get the fuck out of here I demanded.
Strangely, the bullets didn't seem to faze them much. They appeared to still be laughing at my demands. My revolver holds five rounds. When I ran out of rounds I went for my Glock 19.
I heard a voice question "He's getting his Glock?"
I picked up the magazine and checked it for ammo. I saw that it had the 9mm cartridges but it also looked like it had 5.56 cartridges. I couldn't figure out what was happening. Why did my 9mm magazine have 5.56 cartridges?
I was unable to properly load the Glock but it didn't matter. The three guys left my room and left my house. Apparently they were still amused by my demands that they leave, but they did leave.
By this time I was definitely aware that I was in the astral.
After they left I decided to do what I always do when I'm in the astral. I decide to go out and explore the astral world. I walked out of my room and as I approached the back door that leads to the outside I decided to give a little jump to see if I would float. I didn't float but did notice that I came back to the ground softly. I knew I was in the astral.
I walked out the back door and headed to the front of the house. Outside I could see that it was dark. It was night time but there was enough light that I could clearly see all of my surroundings. As I looked around I could see a lot of people. This is common in the astral. The astral world is full of people. Anyone who has been reading my blog will know that in previous posts regarding my astral travels I do write that I see many people there. The astral world is not empty. It's full of people and this experience was not any different. I saw many people out on the side walk. I looked around and could clearly make out my neighborhood.
I decided to walk towards Foothill Blvd. I began to cross the street but I stopped midway and looked westward. Toward the west everything looked pretty much as it does in the vigil state. It's a beautiful mystical sight. Then I turned and looked eastward. Now this looked different. Mystical, dreamy, and different. In this direction the street appeared to be much darker. In the vigil Foothill Blvd is a straight street as it goes through my neighborhood. But in the astral it appeared to have a bend towards the left and it was not as lit as it was towards the west.
As I stood there and looked east I saw some vehicles coming towards me so I knew I had to cross quickly and get off the street. So I hurried to the other side of the street and as I was reaching the sidewalk I saw a woman walking down in the opposite direction. She was a beautiful red head. I recognized she was a prostitute. She was scantily dressed. In the darkness I could clearly see her naked white skin.
I have an intense dislike for prostitutes, strippers, and other sex workers. Read Samael Aun Weor's books and you'll understand why.
"You bitch," I said to her and I kicked her in the head.
Now this is strange. Even in my youth when I was fit and trim I couldn't kick high enough to hit anyone in the head. But in the astral I kicked the hooker in the head.
Needless to say, she was furious! "You hit me!" she exclaimed. She immediately squared off with me and wanted to fight me. I realized what I did and knew I had to deal with it. I squared off with her and prepared to deal with her onslaught but she disintegrated. She simply ceased to exist in my astral world.
I turned back around and headed back across the street towards my house. When I reached the sidewalk in front of my house. I looked at the window of my bedroom. The same window I had seen the red and blue lights flashing through the window shades earlier. The same window I had peered out earlier.
There through the window I could make out three figures. They were men. They were looking out the window in my direction. One was at the front, the second one was right behind him and the third was right behind the second. I got the sensation, the feeling, the knowing, that they were there to protect me. The faces looked familiar but can't say who they were.
Note: Now in retrospect, I'm wondering if those three men I saw looking out the window in my direction were the same three men I saw in my bedroom. The same three men I demanded to leave my house. The three men whom I shot at. The three men who my bullets didn't seem to faze and instead laughed at my demands that they leave. Was it one of them who said "He's getting his Glock?"
I turned right, and began to walk down my street towards Gleason Way. As I walked in that direction I came across a group of men. There were about six or seven of them. I walked over to them and greeted one of them. "Wassup?" I said to one who looked to be a light skinned Black.
I don't recall what our conversation was. But I do remember that he wasn't about any bullshit.
In his group was a thin Asian. The Asian came to me and said something to the effect of "We ain't about wassup. This is who we are," implying that they were not to be fucked with.
His statement didn't affect me. It was what he did that got my response. He grabbed me and pushed me against a fence with the intent to shake me down.
I wasn't about to have this. I grabbed him, turned him around and kicked him in the ass. I literally kicked his rear end and sent him on his way ("Fuck off you fuck'n demon," I yelled at him). He rejoined his group and they continued on their way down the street.
It was at this point that I returned to the physical world. I began to wake up, in this world. I felt a tingling sensation in my head as I woke up. It's a sensation I had not felt when returning from previous astral travels.
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I have had many, many astral travels but this is the strangest one.
The majority of my astral travels have been pleasant with only a few that involved the feeling of fear. And those cases where fear surfaced, it was disintegrated when confronted and in other cases practicing a couple of exercises as directed by Samael Aun Weor eradicated them.
The mantra Krishna
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TdH2VP8sE0
The Microscomic Star, The Pentagram
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qeYkj70ATkg
