Woke at 6am wide awake. Despite wanting to return to sleep, I was thinking of the migrant crisis at our border and it was upsetting me. My main concern was the sheer numbers of people wanting to come to the U.S. Mostly, I was mad and thinking to all the migrants, “Go home!”

After feeling upset for a short time, my guidance asked me, “Why don’t you want them here?” I thought how the migrants would require lots of assistance, in the form of money, housing, food, etc. My thought was interrupted with other thoughts (my guide’s and my own)- They want to work. They want to provide for their families. They want a better life. Then I was asked, “What are you afraid of?” I knew immediately and answered, “I don’t want to lose what I have. I am comfortable. I don’t worry about money, food – the basics. I can go to the store and buy whatever I want without a second thought. I don’t want that to change.” I felt ashamed for feeling this way. I knew that my fear was not mine alone and that it was the source of the inequality in the world.

I wondered about the solution but was not happy at the answer I received. To make things more equal, those who have, must give to those who do not have. It was simple, but at the same time extremely difficult to accept, mostly because it meant I would have to give up some of what I had. I thought of what it was like living in Costa Rica – the lack of a/c, the lack of hot water, the bugs invading my living space, the simplicity. I thought, “I don’t want to live that way.” But I knew/know that there are worse ways to live. Much worse.

Rather than dwell on the subject, I shifted my attention to going OOB. I was already in the in-between and shifting into subtle vibrations. My attention easily flowed to the astral realms, which I could perceive all around me, and back to the physical, which I knew I was still lingering in. At times my awareness was more on my body – the heaviness of my eyelids, the pillow next to my head, the position of my body, the sounds in my house. Then my awareness would shift to the astral and I would struggle to know if my eyelids were physically opening or opening in the astral. I could hear noises-off in the form of my husband’s voice very close to me and my children talking in the background.

I talked to myself, commanding, “Body asleep, mind awake.” I never use this command, so I’m not sure why I did, but it seemed to work

OBE: Pressure

I blinked my eyes. Still they felt heavy. Still they felt physical. I commanded again, “Body asleep, mind awake.” This time when I thought those words I got up out of my body. I felt a familiar heavy, sticky feeling as I sat up and moved away. Realizing eyes were open (I thought them closed), I looked around me as I moved away from my body, noting my room was not familiar and the door was in a different location. The room was dark and objects resembled large, shifty shadows. I went to the door and grabbed the knob. It opened without me turning it. I stepped outside into a hallway. It was still dark. I remember thinking that all I had to do was will the light and it would come. And it did, along with an entire, unfamiliar house. I was standing in a living room, a gray sofa to my left and kitchen to my right. The air was golden and bright, shifting with my gaze. The space felt small compared to what I’m use to.

As I walked towards the front door, I encountered my husband who questioned me. His energy was like a wave of pressure as it came at me. He was cajoling me, but I don’t know what about. The energy and pressure was familiar and I thought, “I don’t want this.”

I shifted back to my body momentarily and exited again.

OBE: Love, Family and Togetherness

When I exited my body this time, the heavy feeling was gone, my vision was clear. To my right was a window. I thought, “Maybe I should exit via the window.” For some reason, though, I felt this was not the right exit, so I went back through the bedroom door out into the house.

When I entered the living area I felt my energy subsiding like it does when I’m about to shift back into my body. I paused and said, “Awareness now.” Realizing that I said something unusual, specifically, “awareness” I thought to myself, “I am Awareness”. So, I said, “Clarity now!” I looked down at my hands and saw them in detail down to the tiny lines around my knuckles. I didn’t linger, though, but floated through the living area without any encounters. In fact, I barely recall the inside of the house at all except that it was cast in the same golden light as before. I wonder now if that golden light is me and not the space like it seems to be? Ah, yes, I think so!

I exited through the front door and found myself in yet another unfamiliar scene. Thin, wiry saplings lined a grass path out to the street. Their leaves hung down and touched me as I floated through. I reached up and touched a green sprout, noting its newness. Ahead of me I saw a busy street. Tall buildings lined the street and could be seen in the distance. It reminded me of San Francisco.

A car sped by and I noted how it didn’t slow down when it passed. The road had four lanes; a highway. I looked up at the tops of the buildings. Instead of windows I saw gigantic, open cardboard boxes piled one on top of the other.

Another car sped by and I floated out into the middle of the road. I thought about how one might hit me if I lingered there, so I hovered there tempting one to do so. I saw a car approaching. I turned and faced away from it, floating onto my back in complete surrender. I said, “Go ahead, hit me.” I thought it would surely just speed through me but it went around me instead. When I saw it go past, I thought, “Huh.”

I decided to explore the area. There were people lingering about on the city streets. The ambiance was not one I liked. It felt stunted; greedy. I flew along the sidewalk and paused outside a large building that sold Christmas items. Two thugs were lingering by the entrance and came towards me. Feeling their negative intentions, I ignored them and opted to go inside.

When I went inside it was like going into Santa’s workshop. There were people standing in line to buy items. The ceilings went on forever. Stained glass windows let in rainbows of light. Christmas lights were strung across the entire place. Decorated trees and all kinds of items were on display for purchase.

Everyone looked at me when I entered. I was floating there and flew higher, over everyone’s heads. They looked at me in awe. One child pointed. I knew they could see me. I appeared supernatural to them. Thrilled at this, I let them ooh and awe over me. I don’t think I spoke but I remember thinking they were all on the “wrong path” as I felt how caught up in material possessions they all were.

I shifted momentarily. I found myself facing a house. Again, it resembled the houses in San Francisco. I was at the open front door, looking in. A family was around their dinner table. A blonde boy around the age of 8 was standing across from me. I told the family, specifically addressing the boy, “Consumerism is destroying you”. The boy’s thoughts were apparent – “Toys?”. I said, “Toys won’t give you anything.” I began to leave. The boy yelled, “Wait! What can we do about it?” I paused and said, “Love, family and togetherness.”

As I flew away, my physical body pulled me back and I slowly opened my eyes, aware of a very dry mouth. I had been sleeping with my mouth wide open. lol

Understanding

My OBE was fresh on my mind as were my words, “Love, family and togetherness.” The migrant surge came to mind again, but this time I was accepting of the solution. All we need to do is think of all of mankind as our family – because they are.

The warning I received long ago about populations migrating north came to mind. It is happening now. It isn’t going to happen when I’m old woman, like I thought. And it will keep happening. No wall will be big enough or high enough to keep them out.

For some reason I felt completely calm and accepting. I am reminded of the highway scene in my OBE and how I surrendered, saying, “Go ahead, hit me.” Hahaha. Yes, go ahead.