I tried this once. I bought a book on astral projection. I didnā€™t want to use drugs to achieve this, and Iā€™m not someone who just experienced it naturally. The advice said that you usually leave your body through your head, chest, or your feet. I spent many nights concentrating and trying to leave my body. Then one day while I was at home with a couple of friends playing pool, I drifted off to sleep on my couch for a second, (or so it would have seemed to my friends.) I didnā€™t gently float off from my body and then look down at it to perhaps become scared, (which sometimes happens so Iā€™m told.) Like the rest of my life, it was very different for me. I exploded from my body, and I couldnā€™t tell you from what spot. I was propelled at an incredible rate of speed! It was like being strapped to the head of a bullet! I was repulsed that my ā€œastral bodyā€ had no real shape or form. It was like I was some sort of electricity, like what you see in an electric arc of a Telsa coil. I was speeding towards the far side of the thirty-foot-long room I was in. I knew that when I reached that wall, I would pass right through it. My thoughts were ā€œghost-likeā€ or at least thatā€™s the best I can describe it. I thought, ā€œWho am I?ā€, ā€œWhat am I?ā€, and although I could see everything in the room, I was in another ā€œdimensionā€, a place I had been before, but thatā€™s another long story. As I mentioned my life has been ā€œdifferent.ā€ Twice in my life, Iā€™ve had an unexplained experience. Time has stopped. It was like someone pressed pause on the video. If someone was watching me, they would have noticed nothing. I would just have been walking across a room, but for me, the whole video froze. The place I was in was like being in some kind of dream sequence in a movie. Both times there was this low gong of a bell, (the sound a buoy makes on the sea in the distance on a foggy night.) It was as if when you hit this large bell, it stopped time itself. Both times ā€˜someoneā€™ spoke to me, not aloud, but in my mind. I donā€™t know if it was God, speaking to me, but whoever it was isnā€™t trapped in time. This voice came from outside of time. As I sped toward the wall during my astral projection, I was there in that place, and this time I could hear other things. There was no voice talking to me, but I could hear the rattling of chains. I call this ā€œdimensionā€ the land of the dead. Itā€™s outside of time, but itā€™s here occupying the same ā€œspaceā€ weā€™re in. Call them ghosts, entities, or whatever you choose, but itā€™s not unoccupied. I could hear that low gong of a bell and this time; I realized that I didnā€™t know enough about this ā€œplace.ā€ I had the distinct feeling that this was a dangerous place. It was like diving into the ocean, and who knows what kind of fish are swimming about there. I was reaching the wall on the far side of the room, and I knew Iā€™d pass right through it, and that I could go anywhere t the speed of thought. I pondered: ā€œWhere should I go?ā€, ā€œWhat should I do?ā€ Then I thought: ā€œThis is dangerous. I want to go back.ā€ And with that thought, ā€˜bamā€™ I was back in my body. I awoke from that brief experience as if I had just nodded off for a second. I had read that your astral body is attached to your physical body by a ā€œsilver threadā€ and if that thread is broken, you die.
I know I could experience astral projection again if I wanted to. But, until Iā€™m ready to actually be prepared to risk dying, I donā€™t want to chance it. First, I need to know what kind of weapons I can take with me to play that kind of ā€˜video game.ā€™ The ā€œland of the deadā€ is nothing like Disney Land to take a trip to, just for fun!

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      I bought that book from a new age book store in Greenwich Village in the early 1980s. It was called something like ā€œBeginners Guide to Astral Projectionā€ or ā€œHow to Astral Projectā€ but if I still have that book it would be in a box in the basement. Sorry I canā€™t be more exact. I was never a drug user, not even pot, despite that it was all around me. Friend all told me I was naturally high, and warned me not to try psychedelics because i was the type who might not come back from a trip. I never did try.