There are times that I wonder if I’ll ever be able to do what I am needed to do. Yes, there has been more than one occasion when I’ve fallen into the pattern of believing I’m a failure. But most of the time, I HAVE TO remain positive, because that is all I have left. There’s just got to be more to life than this. And maybe it is foolish to believe in the things I do, but they are real to me.

This morning the strangest thing happened. I’m fairly sure I astral projected again. It’s been periods of time between the various times I have managed to do it. I don’t think I’ve ever explained where I’ve been to or what it feels like. It is very much feeling like you’re flying when it actually happens. You do feel like you’re exiting out of your body and flying. You are aware that you are moving and sometimes you do feel like you’re almost paralyzed. But what I’ve come to realize is that if you fight it, the shorter the session it will be and sometimes more of the complications you encounter. And when you lose that thread, you keep grasping at it hoping to hold unto the plane you’re on, but for the most part, I haven’t mastered that process.

I think the only reason I kept teetering back and forth was, because I wasn’t the only partcipant in the experience. I kept being tugged back. I felt as if the connection or presence hovering remained intact and influencing at the back of my neck. I’ve come across the reason – it’s because of my necklace. I’ve made a particular necklace and the properties of the gemstones/crystals helped/encouraged this connection. This particular experience was different from the other times it has happened.

Most of the time, it is only me traveling and I do feel another presence — probably the same presence as I felt this morning. Since the details of the encounter this morning are extremely intimate, I’d rather not include such details. Because I do believe that my encounter was joint and therefore, I MUST respect the other party involved.

The other times, I’ve found myself encountering such moments is usually at night. Most of the times were because (in the easiest way to explain) my body is asleep and my mind is awake. There are only a few other times I’ve had this happened. Yes, they only started happening the senior year of college for me (actually EVERYTHING started happening at that point to be quite honest). The first time it happened was during my Spring semester. I went to two places. I was really tired at the time even my mind was tired, but for some reason, sleep just wasn’t an option. I making an attempt at trying to get some sleep, but my mind seemed to be alive. It was probably late morning. This image appeared in a sphere as if I was looking through someone else’s eyes. I was looking up at the sky except there were trees around. It was a sunny day and the sky was definitely a nice blue. The image was bouncing like I was walking with my head back. Then I was transported back into my parent’s house. The image now was actually blown up totally. It was like I was actually there standing near the counter and the kitchen table. I was watching my mom steer around my dad’s old recliner chair. She was walking toward me with her sweats on.

The next encounter happened within the months after I graduated from college. It was strange. When it started happening, I felt the tug and then I felt like I was flying. It’s like you hear and feel the wind rushing against your face. I swear you feel it on you and around your body. I was hovering above this map of the united states. But it’s like those Atlas globes (except you’re floating above the actual planet), but it’s the state map. All I know I was heading South and I don’t know where I went I just know I was going and descending. I went into this room like an apartment or something. But while I was descending into this room, there were these pages of this comic book flipping in front of me. It was like an actual comic book. The only reason I came back, because I wanted to get the hair out of my face. But made a swipe at it, I felt myself being pulled back.

Later on that summer, I was pulled into this entirely different room. It wasn’t like an apartment. It was an actual room in the house. The bed was up against the wall and there was this long dresser/bureau with a mirror attached against the opposite wall. I went over to the windows and managed to look through the blinds. I do remember being pulled somewhere like into someone. Because I sleep on my stomach most of the time. Then for some reason, I felt myself being drawn upright like I was lying on my back. That’s when I came rushing back into my body, except I felt like my mind was still there. I do remember someone was in that bed.

Later on in the year, I was drawn into an apartment. It was slightly different from the other one. The bed was at first pushed up near the window. There was like a desk with a computer or laptop (i’m not quite sure) on that surface. It was like near the door to the room. The room was longer than it was wide. It was decent room. I just remember looking down as if I was floating around near the ceiling. I went back at some point months later, but it was little different. I think the bed might’ve been in a different place but the same room. I was floating above except I was floating towards the window. I could see out of the window — they were very spacious. You could look into the building across the street into these rectangular windows into the life of that building. They could’ve been apartments, but everything was happening so fast.

Another encounter happened, but not with flying. I was waking up and I think maybe I hadn’t pulled myself back yet. There was like this window/sphere in front of me. It was like seeing an image as if you’re seeing a film or movie within it. Kinda like an oval sphere with smudged perimeter right in front of me. It was in the middle like how you view something. It was like right in the middle of your eyesight (centered). There was a guy sitting on the sofa. It’s like he couldn’t fall asleep and yes I know who he is, but I just figured maybe I was just dreaming. Wishful thinking. I was wondering why he was up still, because it was the middle of night.

The one thing I can say about this mornings encounter — it just felt real. Everything felt real. It was interesting — incredibly interesting.