• OBE Articles

    by Published on 1st January 1970 12:33 AM

    When my vision cleared, I found myself standing in a long, wide passageway. It was well lit and I could see very clearly. At the end of the passageway, there was another ...

    by Published on 1st January 1970 12:33 AM

    Inorganic beings appear in a wide variety of illusory forms. Some of the less intelligent types seem animalistic and predatory by nature, much like the animal and insect wildlife found in the physical dimension. I call the less intelligent, animalistic and negative types simply, Astral Wildlife. Although these all appear to come from somewhere in or near the astral dimension, many of these are capable of operating in the real time zone. And some of these, unfortunately, delight in tormenting projectors, especially new ones.

    You can find absolutely anything in the astral planes, given the fluid nature of its many internal environments. In a way, the astral can be likened to the ocean: there are fish, shellfish, octopus, dolphins, whales, sharks, barracuda, sea snakes, crabs, shrimp, jellyfish, turtles, seals and penguins, etc, etc. Some of the ocean wildlife is friendly, some is harmless, some are only harmful when disturbed, annoyed or hungry, some can be unintentionally harmful, and others are downright dangerous all the time. ...

    by Published on 1st January 1970 12:33 AM

    It was still damp all around me, but tonight, it seemed drier than usual. I wondered if perhaps the canopy of leaves above me were having an effect.

    Yet the cold was still biting, and try as I might, I could not gain warmth as even without wind, the icy tendrils would still find there way through each crack or hole in my garments.

    That was when the realisation hit me. How would the cold get through non-existant holes when there was no wind to carry it?

    The harsh chill was clearly more than natural, and something was leeching energy from my body in this place, on this particular night.

    I hurried home, the chill ever present and even the extended activity did not bring warmth back to my limbs. My fingers felt as if they should be purple by now, yet when I returned, they were coloured evenly as they always were.

    That confirmed my fears.

    Something had latched onto me and the effect was being felt already in my mind long before the physical body was showing symptoms.

    After briefly checking the thermometer inside, I doused the open flames, cleared a three metre circle in my living room, and set down a basic blanket in the middle, with a thin cushion. I needed to find out what it was that was attacking me and I needed to know now. My physical body was beginning to go numb, and that could only mean an attack on my etheric body was already well underway.

    I layed down on the thin mattress, facing north/south. Some of my friends would have done more. Would have built up the ground around with power-channelling symbols etched in thin lines of four different salts. But some of them are dead. Ritual majick has it's place and time, and I don't believe that right now is either the time or the place. In fact, I don't like majick at all. Not one bit.

    I like the direct fight. Astral combat. A chance to move out into the real time zone as a warrior. Majick's not like that at all.

    Trance was easy. My etheric double was already screaming in agony, reflex action drawing me more and more rapidly into the state necessary for the mind split to occur. Necessary to project astrally and cause separation of the concious mind so that it could focus on the etheric double and not on the physical world.

    After all, nothing in the physical world would help me.

    My mind began to sink deep within my body, and I began the now ritual exercises, bringing my mind into focus with my tertiary energy centres.

    I was tempted, very tempted, to break open my primary centres and rush straight in, but I knew better.

    Once I was stuck at ...

    by Published on 1st January 1970 12:33 AM

    The wide corridors were well lit, with polished floors and gleaming walls and hospital smells permeated the atmosphere. Before me, in the middle of the corridor, was a nurses station. A young nurse in a crisp-white uniform was talking to two ...

    by Published on 1st January 1970 12:33 AM


    I have not so far encountered cases where persons have developed multiple personalities solely through the practice of astral projection, that ...

    by Published on 1st January 1970 12:33 AM

    I do not really think there is an actual hospital floating around somewhere in the astral, per se, staffed by beings intent upon nursing sick and tired spirits back to good health; ...

    by Published on 1st January 1970 12:33 AM


    This is not a simple matter.* If persons become stuck between waking and sleeping, they will probably experience some level of waking paralysis (also called sleep paralysis), often also experiencing typical OBE exit sensations, like partial or whole body vibrations, rapid heartbeat, continual falling sensation, ...

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