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FILE 10 of 15 - CompuServe Astral Projection Class by Don DeGracia, 1994
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                    Astral Projection Class on CompuServe

                        by Don DeGracia:  72662,1335

                              Copyright 1994
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                        IN THE OOBE REALM - PART 4




            ii. The Middle Realms (continued from FILE 9)

2>
        (This is an example of me discovering a "Rehab
         Center".  In this case, it was a place for the elderly,
         and it was very much like a nursing home.  Also, though
         it is somewhat premature in the notes, in the following
         entry I met what seemed to me during the projection to
         be a deceased person, a young child.  I have
         decided to include this here for the sake of keeping
         the journal entry intact.  Later I will discuss meeting
         deceased people in more detail.)

     "Laid down.  Broke consciousness.  Was out of my body in my
bedroom here at Dad's house.  Passed out my window into the
backyard but nothing looked familiar.  Went around to the front
and still didn't recognize anything.  I can't recall any of the
details.  I wanted to fly away and explore so I shot upwards.  I
was afraid I'd blackout.  I remember seeing suburb and city
streets spread out below me.  The scene below me looked like a
bluish-green microchip.  Then I blacked out.  I was in the void
and I tried like hell to fly downwards.  I managed to go downwards
somewhat and my vision faded back in and I saw the microchip
looking city below me.  There was a force tugging me back upward,
but I resisted, broke it, and hovered back downwards.  I watched
the microchip scene turn back into city streets as I lowered myself.
     But now I was somewhere totally different than where I started
and I still didn't recognize anything.  I was standing in front of a
building that had an official looking appearance.  I went inside.
There was a group of older women inside the doorway.  I tried to speak
with the one who looked the youngest (she looked to be maybe 50).  I
got her name, but she was basically ignoring me as if I was a
bother to her.  She was wearing a nurse outfit.  I noticed that
there were only old people around.  I continued trying to talk
to this nurse.  I told her that I had a physical body at home,
and that I was projecting and I wanted to know if she was aware
of the fact that she was not in the physical world.  Yet she
continued to ignore me as she was too busy with the older folks.
When I was talking to her, at some point a little blond boy with
glasses, kind of nerdy looking, maybe 10 years old, appeared.  He
was hanging around me but I ignored him cause I was trying to talk
to Kate or Katherine (the nurse).  After the nurse left pushing
someone in a wheel chair, I walked into what appeared to be a TV
room.  There was a TV on and a few old men sitting around watching
it.  I saw a bulletin board and went and tried to read it.  I
managed to read, with great difficulty, one line of what looked
like a flyer announcing a party.  I tried to reread the line so
as to memorize it, but it now read something completely different.
Familiar with this kind of a thing, I gave up on trying to read.  The
little boy was still following me around.  I decided to leave.  As
I walked out, it dawned on me that this was probably an old folks
home for recently dead people, like the kind that Robert Monroe
describes.  When I realized this, I really wanted to scram.
     The little boy followed me outside, then he took off running
in front of me and indicated that I should follow him.  He ran
across the street to an old abandoned house.  He ran around to
the back and "stepped" up this ten foot step onto a platform of
some kind, that looked like a scaffold.  The whole while I was
following this kid I told him to slow down or that I'd disappear.
When we got around back, it took me a bit of trouble to climb up
onto the platform that he got onto with merely one step.  But I
managed to pull myself up there.  When I got up on this platform
he told me that "this was the funnest place with the best toys."
He was playing with a few broken wooden soldiers.  I had the strange
feeling that this child was dead and was simply running around
unsupervised and uncontrolled on the astral plane.  I started to
fade and I held onto the child to stabilize myself.  I tried to
talk to him.  I got that his name was Steven and he was from
Illinois.  He said his address was 1717 High Hill.  Then he seemed
to read my mind, cause I was going to ask him his zip code, but
before I could he started mumbling a string of numbers.  He didn't
seem too intelligent.  He seemed like a normal 10 year old.  I
asked him if he knew whether he was dead or if he was just
dreaming.  He told me he knew that his Dad was dead.  As it
was that my lockmold was unstable anyway, I faded out and awoke
back in my physbod."


3>
        (Here is the excerpt from the infinite shopping mall
         I mentioned above.)


     "...Very dramatic and very very conscious. I was somewhere,
don't remember where, or how I got there.  I know I didn't like it
though.  It was a big place inside a building, high walls and giant
rooms.  It seemed like a giant shopping mall. Not giant in the
sense of proportions, but giant in that it went on forever.
Actually, I got both senses from the place.  I felt claustrophobic.
The escalators looked more like roller coaster cars and I couldn't
figure out how they went round like an actual escalator.  I asked
someone where the exit was, and they pointed down to a lower level.
I flew down that way.  My perceptions were strange, very 4 d.  No
matter how I moved, the front always stayed in front of me.
Somehow I ended up in a big room.  There were people in a queue
for what I thought was a ticket window.  I tried to pass through
the wall but couldn't.  It was kind of funny cause I was bouncing
rapidly against the wall  but not going through it.  Someone in
the queue pointed up at me saying something to the effect "the nerve
of some people".  I thought to myself "fuck you".  I landed
frustrated .  Stood there wondering how I was going to get out of
this place.  Then my vision blacked out..."
(END OF ENTRIES)

     This is all I am going to say about the middle regions of the
OOBE realm.  Again, I want to stress that the majority of typical
OOBEs occur in these realms.




            iii. The Higher Realms

        There are higher realms in the astral plane.  I have
not visited these as much as I have the lower and middle realms,
which, given the psychological correspondence between the OOBE
realms and one's personality, could be construed as a not too
pleasant situation.  Still, my few visits to the higher realms
are characterized by the  following.  The higher realms
appear much more ethereal than the middle realms.  Colors are
very delicate and "light" (i.e. the opposite of heavy).  Colors
and things can also appear very much like sparkling jewels.
In general, the higher regions still have buildings and
recognizable landscapes.  The most important clue that you are
in a higher region is *how it feels*.  When in a higher region,
everything feels really, really good.  It is peaceful and
satisfying and makes you feel light, relaxed and content.
     It is my suspicion that here too, as with the middle realms,
you will find regions where deceased people dwell.  These are
likely the regions people pass into after they have worn out their
earthy desires which bind them to the middle regions.  According
to occultists, and other authors (Monroe, for example) these
higher regions are NOT the final resting place for the departed.
They are still intermediate stages in the long soujurn that occurs
after the death of the physical body.
    Another thing that differentiates the middle from the higher
regions is something I forgot to mention in the discussion of the
middle regions.  This is the fact that you may sometimes encounter
dreaming people in the middle regions.  How you can tell
dreaming people from dead people will be discussed ahead.  Here I
just want to say that you rarely encounter dreamers in the
higher OOBE regions.  Let me now give a couple journal
entries that I believe were visits to the higher
OOBE regions.

1>

        (Here is an excerpt of what I feel was a projection
         to a higher subplane.  It was a beautiful place.
         Note too the potential romance.)

     "....I faded in alongside a pink house that reminded me of my
old place on Houghton Ave. - which is one of the reasons I thought
I was in Houghton.  Standing on the lawn I saw a white picket fence
running up the walk to the front door.  Across the street was a lake
and beyond the lake an amazing horizon of sun and colors.  Everything
seemed to have a pinkish red tint to it.  The colors were like
soft delicate pastels.  A warm breeze was blowing.
     My movements were like slow motion as I walked through the
front yard (not the slow motion kind of movement that makes it difficult
to move, but a slow motion in the sense of being very dream like).
My thoughts seemed very removed from my situation.  The whole
thing seemed to be beautifully unreal (but not contrived,
like I feel when I'm in a thought-form.  This feeling was different,
what one might call a "sense of surrealism").   These feeling were
compounded by a deep realization of the novelty of these feelings
in the context of the fact that I was projecting.  I was trying to
figure out what to do next.  Should I fly into the colored sky-scape?
Should I walk about and explore?  I dreamily went up and leaned on
the picket fence in awe of the serene beauty that was filling me at
the moment.
     Then, from across the street came a very beautiful blond
girl.  She was wearing a black sleeveless top and a plaid skirt of
greens, yellows and reds.  Her beauty fit in exquisitely with this
place.  She ran across the street towards the house I was at.  She
walked up the front walk past me apparently not noticing me.
     "Hey, Blonde," I called to her.  My voice was distorted and
in slow motion.  I waved at her and my motions were in slow motion.
She turned and saw me.  I tried to say `come here', but the words
wouldn't come out.  But she could tell what I wanted for she
walked over to me.  Up close she was even more beautiful than I
first thought.  Straight blond hair draped over her elfin features,
thin high cheek bones, slender green eyes, cute upturned nose.  I
was irresistibly drawn to her.  We hugged.  I caressed her breast
which felt so soft and real.  She responded to me erotically and
sensuously.  We kissed and I felt myself begin to fade.  I pressed
my entire body against hers trying to stabilize myself.  I rubbed
my face, arms, legs, torso and groin against hers.  Still clutching
her I faded out..."

2>

        (Here is another episode in which I believe I was
         in a higher region.  The place in the following
         entry is very much like a place described by
         spiritualists called "Summer Land", which is
         a beautiful meadow strewn region where the
         deceased rest.  Note that this occurred in the same
         projection where I was in the infinite mall.)

     "(after I had escaped the shopping mall and was in the void
for a while)...I materialized somewhere else! I was now standing outside,
in what seemed to be a pleasant countryside.  There was a guy and a
girl standing near me looking at me.  They looked like hippies to
me.  Both were wearing loose white tops and white skirts, with
sandals on their feet.  She was blond and cute, he had a beard.
I asked them where I was at.  They seemed to be paying attention
to me.  I asked them what was this place and what their names were.
They didn't respond to my questions but we did talk.  The girl
said something to me but I thought she was just speaking nonsense.
Yet it didn't seem to matter.  There was an incredible happiness
that filled me and I wanted to make love to her. She took me by
the hand and I walked with them.  I saw wood shacks dotted about
and other people around the shacks.  The area seemed to be a
beautiful meadowland of rolling hills of green and yellow.  I
remember fighting to hold my lock mold, and they seemed to sense
this and we moved slowly and cautiously.  We ended up on a hill
under a tree.  I flew up into the tree, and they flew with me,
still holding my hand.  We frolicked about the tree in the air.
The tree seemed very 4-d, as if I could see many perspectives
simultaneously, and the tree looked as if it was weightless.
I remember looking in her face as she was suspended above me,
and I lost the lock mold.  I felt it coming though because we
were moving rapidly , dancing in the air around the tree.  Then
I was in blackness again..."


            iv.  The Surreal Regions



     Finally, I want to end this survey of the places you
may go by describing what I will call the "surreal" regions.
As I said, these are realms of dancing sounds and colors.  They are
not really "places" in the sense we normally think of the word
"place".  I have actually been in these surreal regions quite a bit.
Getting to them has a lot to do with the void.  Often, I will
be in the void and it will transform into a surreal region.
     What are the surreal regions?  There are a couple answers
to this question as far as I can tell.  Some of the surreal regions
are related to the physical plane or how the physical plane
affects the etheric plane.  That is, such regions have
something to do with perceiving the physical plane from a viewpoint
we normally cannot.  Many times I have seen what look to me like
biological structures in my projections, and I wonder if I may
be actually seeing my brain or my own body from on the inside.
That is, sometimes it seems like my perception "shrinks" and I
can see things that normally one would need a microscope to see.
This is one class of surreal region.
     Now, the idea of perceiving minute things that we cannot
see with our normal vision is not new.  Yogis have described this
ability for centuries.  The earliest known description of this
psychic ability is in Patanjali's Yoga sutras, which dates
back to 500 B.C..  At the turn of the century Annie Besant and
C.W. Leadbeater used this psychic ability, which they called
"magnifying clairvoyance" to literally see atoms and molecules,
and they published these observations in a book called Occult Chemistry.
In 1980, this ability was dubbed "micro-psi" by Stephen Phillips,
a physicist who studied Besant and Leadbeater's descriptions of atoms.
The Hindu name for this ability is "anima" and anima is this name
I will use.
     What I am saying is that you will be able to use this ability,
anima, when out-of-body.  This will occur in two contexts. In
the first case, this may be the basis for some of the hypnogogic
images you see.  That is, during hypnogogia, some of what you may see
may actually be you using anima, shrinking down your perception
and actually seeing the cellular and molecular structures of
which your body is composed.  I will give examples of this below.
The other context in which you may find yourself using the
anima ability is that you will seem to be in a PLACE that is
very "biological" looking.  In this case you are not merely
viewing biological structures, but are actually *inside* of them.
     Now, in both cases, I do NOT believe you are literally
viewing your physical body.  I feel that these perceptions
exist on the etheric plane.  So what you are seeing is etheric
plane images that correspond to biological structures inside
your body.  This is very similar to when you see your bedroom
during a projections; it is not your physical bedroom, but its
etheric counterpart.  Whatever the truth behind these biological
appearing images, there is no question that you may see them.
     The second type of surreal regions you may visit falls into
a different category than the anima images. This second
category of surreal regions is closely related to the void.
Sometimes you may be in the void and it will transform into
a space of abstract colors and shapes.  You will have a hard time
putting what you see in such spaces into words.  The shapes and colors
will also move and be very dynamic.  When you are in such a surreal
space, it may either transform back into the void, or you may
transform into one of the middle or higher regions of the astral
plane.
     What is going on here is the following.  When you move from
the void to a subplane (using the hands trick, for example), what
you are doing is phasing into that subplane.  Again, using our
"radio station theory of consciousness", this is analogous
to moving from a region of static on the radio to tuning into a
radio station.  Now, tuning into a subplane, though it is
*analogous* to tuning into a radio station on your radio, is
by no means the same process.  When you are tuning into a subplane
during an OOBE, it is possible to PARTIALLY tune into a subplane
and perceive that subplane from a completely different angle
or perspective than if you have completely tuned into the subplane.
When you percieve a subplane from such a partial angle, it
looks TOTALLY DIFFERENT than it does if you tune into it
completely.   What you see during a partial tuning into a
subplane is a weird space of moving colors and geometric
patterns.  In other words, you appear to be in a surreal region.
     Now, this idea is not speculation on my part.  I have
literally observed this to be the case.  I will give an example
below showing how this works.
     So, in summary, I have discovered two types of surreal regions
encountered during OOBEs.  The first results from anima and these
are perceptions of biological and molecular spaces.  The second
results from partially tuning into a subplane.  Both types of
surreal space are perceived as very abstract looking "places"
of moving colors and geometric images.  I have made minor references
to these types of perceptions in some of the entries I have listed
so far.  In one I speak of falling through the "meme bacteria" and
this is a description of using anima to see biological structures.
These "meme bacteria" are green and purple neonish colored images,
and they may appear as green tubes with purple liquid flowing
through them (which I think my be me seeing my blood flowing
through my veins or arteries), but they may also appear
as swirling vortexes of green and purple. or as a wall of
green and purple patterns.  I also have referred to seeing the
"green and purple" images during hypnogogia and these also
refer to using anima.
     Finally, to close I want to say that the two categories
of surreal space I describe here by no means exhaust the possible
causes of surreal spaces in the OOBE realm.  According to reports by
occultists, yogis and other OOBE authors, there are many types of
surreal spaces including planes beyond the astral.  The reader
interested in further information is referred to the bibliography.
This said, let me list some of my experiences in surreal regions
while out-of-body.


1>
        (Earlier in these notes I presented an entry in which
         I was being dragged along by the wind force, in
         FILE 8, entry 2 under the heading "a. Moving, Flying
         and the "Wind".  While I was being dragged backwards
         by this wind force, I decided to turn around
         and see if I could see what was dragging me.  When
         I turned around I saw a surreal landscape.  The
         following is the continuation of the entry from
         FILE 8, and I believe this was an anima based
         perception.)

     " ...For a while I relaxed and let it drag me along.
      Soon though I became impatient and wanted to see if I could
turn myself around and see what was dragging me.  I struggled very
hard to pull myself around, and it felt like I was trying to pull
myself against hurricane winds. When I had my back to the
direction of this wind force, I remember seeing trees pass me
by at high velocity.  But I managed to turn around and what I
saw was unbelievable and utterly amazing.  I don't even really
know how to describe it! When, after great effort, I turned
myself around, I was no longer seeing the forest.  Instead I was
looking onto this unbelievable colored field and there were three
spheres ahead of me and they had something that looked like
butterflies dancing in each of them.  But they were not
butterflies, though they looked a little like them.  Whatever
they were, there was one each inside of the three spheres and
these "butterflies" were spinning and rotating within the sphere
and constantly changing color.  The way they changed color was
strange, it was as if colors were welling into them from
somewhere I could not see, like a liquid, and flowing around inside
of these butterfly creatures.
     I was both awed and confused; confused that the forest was
gone, and confused at what I was looking at, awed because whatever
I was looking at was very, very beautiful.
     My first thought was, "God, this looks like what Leadbeater
describes the astral plane to look like."  But there was a
peculiar quality to the scene that reminded me of looking under
a microscope.  I began to wonder if I was seeing the inside of
my brain somehow.  The "butterfly" things were extremely
reminiscent of cellular appearances.  The background behind
the three spheres looked like a landscape, somewhat reminiscent
of a garden, but it was strangely and complexly colored, most of
the details escaping me now except the preponderance of pink
colors, and the effect of sunset-like colors.
     Also, I experienced another unique sensation after I had
turned around.  I still felt like I was being pulled forward by
the wind, though that was weakening.  I could see nothing in
front of me that seemed to be pulling me.  And the strange field
of colors with its dancing "butterflies", though appearing three
dimensional, looked like it was very close to my face.  But
strangest of all was a very weird feeling that I could pull off
the top of my head.  This was the first time I had felt this
sensation though it would not be the last.  The feeling is that,
at the very top line of my visual field, I can reach underneath
and pull upwards, and the top of my head would rip off.  Obviously,
this is not a pleasant feeling, but I was very curious as to what
it was and why I felt it, and if the feeling had any connection to
the scene before me, which I was thinking more and more was some
inner view of some type of cells and biological structures.
     Yet in short order, the pulling of the wind died away, I felt
myself slowing down, and the scene before me faded away.  I was
back in my bedroom again, still lucid in the projection
state..."

2>

        (Here is the first time I had been to a surreal
         region resulting from partially tuning into a
         subplane.  You can see below that I suspected
         my perceptions were due to partially tuning into
         a subplane, but I was not certain at this point.)

     "I was back in the void again.  This time though it was
different from the last time.  I was seeing really complex
geometrical patterns come spinning past me.  It's hard to remember
exact details, but every now and then I'd see these really
intense color patterns.  It was hard to conceptualize what I was
looking at in this "void".  I'd be zipping along checking out
these spiro-graph patterns then all of a sudden I'd see a color
pattern.  It wasn't that these color patterns would appear before
me in the void like the black and white spirograph patterns, it
was more like I would "fall" backwards, see these intense color
patterns, then "slip forward" back into the void.  I was wondering
if I was bordering on some deeper, more abstract plane and was
blinking in and out of it or something.  I do remember seeing
these really intense lime-green cones that were embedded in some
type of complicated geometrical patter.  I remember yellow and
purple too.   At some point I did my spinning trick and my hand
trick and cause myself to materialize again.
     Now I was in what seemed like an upstairs flat or apartment..."


3>
        (In this projection, I literally saw first hand how
         the surreal space I was in resulted from seeing a
         subplane from a different perspective, so to speak.
         In other words, it was during this projection that
         I saw absolutely that my perception of a surreal
         space was related to a definite subplane.)

     "Had been up all night studying for an exam and gabbing with
John.  Went to bed about 5:00 AM.  I fell asleep almost immediately.
Next thing I knew I was walking thru a dance club, very reminiscent
of the Detroit dance club scene.  The place was large and dark,
and there was a huge dance floor filled with very underground
looking people.  I was not lucid at this point, but I had a very
strong feeling that something was up.  I walked off of the dance
floor into another room that was a bar.  Sitting at the bar was
my good friend Eric, with whom I had jammed in a band.  When I
saw Eric it dawned on me - I was in the dream world!  And also,
at this realization, I most definitely experienced the "headrush"
feeling.  My lucidity was incredible.  Everything was absolutely
clear and vivid.  I felt exactly like I do when I'm awake.  Once
my lucidity clicked in though, I became very aware of my potential
to fade out so I moved very slowly and carefully...
     (I spoke to Eric, then faded out into the void)
     ...I seemed to now be floating in the void.  However, there
were what seemed to be colored triangles moving around, crossing
and spinning over one another making distinctly geometric patterns
in front of me.  The colors were mainly a yellowish green with red,
orange and pink hues and they had the texture of clear and smoky,
but smooth glass.  "This is a weird view of the void," I thought
to myself.  I stared at these patterns wondering what the hell I
was looking at.  I began to focus harder and harder on these
patterns, trying to discern some detail in them.  Then, as I was
focusing, the most incredible thing happened.  I watched these
patterns "solidify" and transform into the scene on the dance
floor of the club I had just left.  The spinning triangles were
actually the dancing people in the club! I was amazed.  I relaxed
my focus and the scene faded back to the spinning triangles.  I
was thinking, "Wow! This is amazing!"  I tightened my focus again
and the triangles again transformed into the dancers on the dance
floor.  This time I tightened my  focus so much that the entire
bar scene faded in around me!  I was back in the bar again!
     My lockmold was again very strong, but again, I moved slowly
and cautiously so as not to get too excited and fade out.  I
wondered if Eric was still here.  I walked off the dance floor,
through a neon lit hallway, back into the bar where I had seen
Eric.  And no shit - there he was in the same room!  I was
extremely lucid and I really had to fight to keep myself calm
because I knew I would fade if I got too excited..."


4>

        (The final example I will give of a surreal space
         is perhaps the most dramatic I have ever experienced.
         However, I failed fully to record this experience until
         4 years after it had happend. Here is what I wrote
         in my journal the day I had the experience in 1988:)

     ""Laid there thinking/talking to myself, did hands trick and
skipped/fell down/backwards.  Landed by a gymnasium.  Skipped to
an acting stage (i.e. artificial, like it was a stage set) looking
city.  Got bored and left.  Voided a bit.  Explored four levels of
physiological structure: 1. the meme bacteria, 2. swirling colors,
eddy fluxes, 3. cells and proteins, 4. rock plateau with embedded
gems and atom lattice.  Skipped to 5th level and was in a city.
Skipped into a room and talked to a girl.  Various other things
that I can't remember.  Laid in focus 10 remembering then
fell asleep."

        (This is all I wrote originally in my journal.
         It was 4 years later that I elaborated on
         these brief notes when typing my journal into the
         computer.  Below is what I remembered of this
         experience four years later.  What we have here
         is a lesson in being lazy.  I was too lazy to
         record this experience in detail, and, as you will
         see, I forgot significant parts of the experience.
         This is, in my mind, one of the most significant
         uses of anima that I ever have done.  I was a fool
         to not record it in more detail.  What I could remember
         when I entered my journal into the computer is:)

     "...What I do recall very clearly is that, while I was in the midst
of the meme bacteria level, I got the idea to shut my eyes, spin around
rapidly, and pretend that I was shrinking.  When I did this and
opened my eyes up I was quite surprised to see that I was actually
somewhere else!  That I had or had not shrunk down I don't know
absolutely, but then again, there is not one thing described in
this journal that I have any absolute understanding of (other than
the fact that this stuff did occur!).  And what I saw when I opened
my eyes was amazing.  I was in the midst of a spectacular panorama
of swirling activity and spiraling colors. In the entry above I
refer to this as "swirling colors, eddy fluxes".  Even now I can
remember some of the images of what I saw.  At the time my
impression was that I was watching the biochemical cycles inside
my cells, but I was seeing them up close.  The scene was
staggering in its complexity.  In this projection, I was floating
amongst the images, floating surrounded by these color patterns.
I remember that I was amazed, but baffled, and didn't understand
in the least what I was looking at, other than that it was very
beautiful and moving around too much to make out any definite
structure.
     At the time, during the projection, the main thing going
through my mind was the new travel/skip technique I had just
devised.  Since, at this second level, which I had assumed to
be nested inside of the meme bacteria level, I didn't really
know how to make much sense of what I was seeing, I decided
to try the same technique again.  So, in the midst of all these
swirling colors, I shut my eyes, started spinning around and
once again pretended I was shrinking.  Then I opened my eyes and
again I was somewhere else!  In the entry above I have the
description of this third level as "cells and proteins".
Unfortunately, at this point I don't remember a single image
I saw at this level.  Whatever it was though, it must have been
things that reminded me of protein structure, which would mean
coils and loops, or I wouldn't have written this in my journal.
     I do remember clearly though what I was thinking at this level.
I remember thinking to myself something along the lines of the
following logic, "if I'm really looking at proteins, then I
should be able to shrink down and actually see the individual
atoms that the proteins are composed of."  So I shut my eyes,
spun around rapidly, and pretended to shrink even further.  When
I opened my eyes I was again at a new level and this I remember
clearly even now as I type.  I opened my eyes and I was standing
on a rock ledge, and in this ledge were embedded little glistening
jewels.  I looked up and in front of me as far as I could see were
little dots of light all lined up in a lattice pattern.  "Are
those atoms?" I wondered, "if they are, then why aren't they
moving?"  The ledge that was overlooking this lattice work was
only about three feet high and I stepped off of it into the lattice
sea of lights.  I floated out into it, mostly confounded by what I
was looking at.  It was very still and quiet.  The lights were
simply embedded in the darkness, and they were not moving or
anything, only sitting in place glowing softly.  I remember these
images clear as day.  I floated through this panorama and became
bored because it was the same thing in every direction I looked.
I know I was trying to see things like Besant and Leadbeater
described in Occult Chemistry.  So I shut my eyes, spun around
again, and pretended to shrink.
     And again, I opened my eyes and was somewhere else!  This
time though I was standing in a city, and it felt very gloomy
to me.  It was misty and kind of dark.  Things were colored,
but pale, and mostly shadowy.  I felt a little scared by this
place.  Far off in the distance I saw a creature running and it
seemed to me to look like a wolf running like a man.  I remember
at this point thinking to myself, "I wonder if I'm on the lowest
astral plane now?  Maybe what happened is I started out at the
meme level, shrunk deeper and deeper into the physical level,
until I finally popped right out of the physical level into the
astral plane."  That's what I thought when I was actually
there seeing it first hand, and this is what I believe today."
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So there you have it.  We've now gone through a survey of
what it's like on the other side of the veil, in the OOBE
realm.  By any standard, what I have described here is only
a fraction of what has been described.  And moreover, what has
been described here is obviously slanted by and limited by my own
experiences in the OOBE realm and my own interpretations of these
experiences. I do, by all means, encourage everyone
to read as much as they can about what life is like in the planes.
You may find contradictory reports, you may find differing
interpretations, but this is to be expected.   The realm where
OOBEs occur is vast beyond anything we know or understand here
in the physical world.  It is truly important if you want to
have as full an understanding as possible that you expose your-
self to as many views as possible about the OOBE/astral projection/
lucid dream experience.  And, as always, you want to use YOUR OWN
EXPERIENCE IN THESE REALMS, as your basis for interpreting the reports
of others.   Other people's reports are great for giving us ideas
and for exposing us to possibilities, and for corroborating the
things we experience out-of-body, but in the end, there is
no substitute for personal, direct experience.  I try here to show
you doors.  It is you who must pass through these doors.



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