The Mystic Journey

#AstralTravel is a strange thing to happen to one. It could be a blessing, often a joyful experience, as you might have seen from my tales of many #OutofBodyExperiences, #OBE, that I have told here. There are many, like me, to whom travelling to the #astralplane is almost a fact of life. It happens. I know from my own experience. After many years of #astraltravelling, when the experiences started to weigh heavily on my mind, I did try to meet many healers to help me reduce, mitigate or even totally stop this happening to me.  But the #astralexperiences continued. They finally did not manage to 'exorcise' me of it, as one of them said! As if it was a spirit that had possessed me! However, the end-result is that, to this day, I have many astral experiences, and I have accepted it as part of my life. Many times it tells me good things, I get to met people on the  astral plane whom I would otherwise not meet, and sometimes, it warns me of something negative that was like...

My astral experiences, at times increased in frequency and incomprehensibility, especially when I had many traumatic things happening in my life. They just added to my desperation. There’s this glitzy dinner somewhere, a buffet-style, with fairy lights all over the trees. On one side, there’s this huge black tawa, really hot, and burgers are being made on it. Suddenly I see this infant, about four months old, a white baby standing, yes actually standing and trying to go over the tawa to press a burger and make it brown.  As soon as I lay eyes on this sight, I run towards him and start shouting to the other guests that he is unattended, but nobody seems to hear me. I go very close to him and tell him to move, but he pushes away. As he pushes away, his hand touches the tawa and he gets burnt.  I go to pick him up and bring him down off the tawa, all the while telling him it’s okay, he’ll be fine, but he is not even crying, there’s no expression on his face. When I a...