I am learning very quickly that my questions and desires are quickly addressed if I voice them. I have been testing this by asking for what I want prior to bed in order to see if my dreams or my guides provide me with insight or an outright answer. So far, it has been working well, though I do not always like the answers I receive.

Last night I asked this: Help me figure out what to do. This is in regards to me wanting to go in a different direction in life and not really knowing where to start. I ended up having a very detailed dream in which I was invited to Phoenix to attend a DoTERRA business meeting with the group of mostly women. The month of August was very prominent in the dream, specifically the 28th. There was also a message about the energy being odd and chaotic.

When I awoke I immediately rejected the answer I assumed the dream gave me – to put energy into selling DoTERRA essential oils. I rejected it only because I have no faith in my ability as a sales person. I do not have an issue with teaching classes or talking to people interested in the products who approach me as I have found the products essential in my daily life.

After a bit of upset I finally accepted that I was open to this possibility manifesting in my life. We will see where it leads.

Tantrums Work!

After waking for the second time and knowing it was an ideal time to try to astral, I requested of my guides the opportunity to astral. When I received the answer that I needed to focus on living life more and so astral was not recommended I got upset. I finally began mentally pouting to my guides, explaining that I had nothing exciting going on in my life and that astral was my only recreation. How dare they keep me from it! I am sure I sounded very juvenile but I was desperate. I am so accustomed to getting to astral more than once a week that this dry period has been very depressing for me.

OBE #1

I don’t know how long I complained but I must have fallen asleep doing it because I found myself on a road watching a little red car zooming about. It looked identical from the front to the back, like the sides mirrored each other. Another car, a big, tan pick-up came around the corner and hit it. The little car went after it and I watched from above.

I recall thinking at some point that I was tired of the dream. It was then that I realized I could take it over. Immediately my vision became crystal clear and I recognized where I was. I was on the road below my mother’s house, a road I am very familiar with. I looked up and around and the trees and grass were bright green as if it were Spring. The road glistened and I inspected the tiny pebbles it was made up and reminisced about how fond I had been of running on this route the many years I lived on it. The colors and sensations were extremely strong and the memories seemed to propel me into a higher state of awareness. I felt my body buzzing and knew I had entered astral.

That instant the scene changed and I was standing inside a house listening to children’s voices. I knew they were my children and I wondered if they were my children in real time. I wanted badly to visit them and see if they would notice me, so I headed toward the kitchen. I was distracted for a moment by the bathroom, knowing there was a mirror inside. So, I stopped in and took a good look at myself.

What I saw was me, only I looked tired and old. Really, I looked much like I do in reality. My hair was cropped short and my face was blotchy. I did not try to change the way I looked, instead I said to myself several times, “I like what I look like”. As I did, I smiled at my reflection as it shimmered and shifted but remained the same.

Satisfied, I left the bathroom and went into the kitchen. There I found my whole family. The kitchen was not mine, though. It was brightly lit and the scene was very shimmery and dream-like. This didn’t bother me. I greeted my husband by hugging him and kissing him. This surprised him as I don’t normally do this. I saw my middle son sitting on the counter. I knew they were cooking breakfast. I felt joy at being there, happy to be with my family.

I hugged my husband from behind as we looked out the glass door at the bright Spring day beyond it. I became sexual with him, grabbing his behind and then reaching lower. What was weird is he had female parts. This confused me and I felt myself leave the scene and settle back into my body.

OBE #2

I willed myself back. I did not want it to end. I immediately felt myself to be in the void. I could not see anything, which is unusual as I typically see something. I felt myself weightless and tried to imagine the scene before me because I did not want to stay in the void. I threw myself forward toward an imaginary window and then out of it. As I flew out I thought I felt a large knob touch me. I knew it was a tuba, but am not sure how I knew that. I imagined that I had flown into the middle of a parade with a marching band. I thought for sure someone was there and willed them to be, but no one touched me. I was of high spirits, though, and enjoyed the floaty feeling I had. Unfortunately, I soon felt myself back in my body.

All this happened while I was OOB but I never once saw anything and it appeared that it was all made up by me to try and force an experience to occur.

OBE #3

I again willed myself back OOB. I actually said, “I want to go OOB again” to my guides.

Again I found myself in the void and could not see or sense anything around me. I felt low energy and thought I must be in the etheric but then I wondered, “Why could I not see anything?” Usually I at least have mental vision and can touch things. None of that was available to me here. This had to be the void.

I began to sing to myself, “I can see. I can see. I can see” and allowed myself to float around in the void while singing. I stopped focusing on my vision and just let myself sing, occasionally checking my vision to note any changes.

Finally, I checked and saw the familiar black and white blurry vision that is common for me. I ignored it, continuing to sing, “I can see” and focusing on the song. When I checked back the black and white vanished and a brilliant scene flooded my astral eyes. I was hovering in a park. In the center was a broad walkway made of a deep rusty orange color. The sky was a vivid blue and the brightest green trees I have ever seen arched over the walkway nearly covering the sky. They swayed with a light breeze and the feeling of the place was complete comfort and peace.

My eyes stopped on a young blonde boy sitting in the middle of the walkway. I thought at first he was my middle son but upon closer inspection he was not as his face was much thinner and angular. He was only two years old, maybe younger, and playing with his feet. I approached him and asked him, “Did you hurt you foot?” He did not look up and I got a closer look at his foot. His skin appeared to sparkle as if made up of a million tiny diamonds. He was absolutely beautiful!

I was distracted by movement in front of me. I saw a little boy flying toward me. I recognized him instantly as my middle son. He said to me, “He didn’t hurt his foot”. I was taken aback by this as he was flying and so vividly clear that he must be real. And there was no doubt to me that it was my son. Before I could respond to him or to the strangeness of what was happening, the scene vanished and I came back to my body.

Factors Influencing Projection

Lucidity scale: 8

Intent stated?: Yes

Time to bed: Midnight

Time to wake: 8:30am

Meditation?: No

Physical Exercise?: Yes

Mood: depressed

Body: normal

Tiredness: Low

Number of wakings: 3

Technique?: No

Sleeping position: Left side

Supplements: Multivitamin, Mineral supplement, Natural Calm, Sleepy Time Extra Tea, Calcium 500mg, Vitamin D 1000mg, Vitex 150mg, DonQuai 150mg, Biotin 1000mg, Vitamin E 400mg