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I’d been ill with a fever for most of the day. I woke up in the early hours after only managing about two hours sleep, and took a paracetamol to stop me from shivering.
When I got back to sleep, I went straight into a dream about my landlord…who’s name I can’t even bring myself to mention as he is the most un-human, human being I have had direct dealings with in my life so far.
In the dream he was mopping my brow and massaging my temples… i.e. acting in a caring manner. With this, I immediately became sharply lucid and had a little chuckle to myself at the irony with which these wake up signals, or dream-signs seem to be designed.
I got up and floated downstairs to the kitchen. But as I did my level of consciousness began to fade. I walked into the front room and saw a big group of people sitting around chatting… this was something that never happened in our house at the time, so I said “Sorry to interrupt, is this an o.b.e.?”
All together they said “YES” in the tone of people who had been dutifully waiting for me to ask the most boring question in the world.

I did my usual jump in the air to lock in the lucidity, floated for a while then flew through the ceiling. Feet first, I traveled through what felt like one dimensional layer and landed somewhere in complete darkness. I felt safe, and aware that I was in a room somewhere.
I said “Hello? Does anyone want to guide me somewhere please?”
A single, large eye appeared very clearly in the centre of my vision. It stayed for about twenty seconds so I had plenty of time to stare into it. I savoured this opportunity as I’d heard people talk about seeing a big eye and was curious about how it would feel. I breathed deeply, watching the colour and the detail of the iris become more vivid with each breath.
The answer I felt on holding the question of what or who it was, was simply that it was me.eye_blue-eye-pic54

 

Gradually, and with a couple of ‘Clarity now’ commands I began to be able to make out shapes in the room until it became clear where I was. It appeared to be a very small music room at a school. It was quiet, and I was standing behind an old wooden desk on a rough, beige carpet. I could see two keyboards, a guitar and some shelves with a few books, files and a set of maracas.
Everything was solid to the touch and my hands looked just like they do in the physical.
My first thought was to look for clues as to what I was doing here so I searched around excitedly.
Under the desk were a set of small ‘Alice in Wonderland’ books. I opened one of them but there was nothing legible inside, or I couldn’t focus properly on the writing. I think I was hoping to find a note with an instruction like “eat me” !
I felt that these books were there simply to serve as confirmation that I was in another dimension and that it was time for another adventure.

I flew out through the closed door of the room, feeling a very slight resistance from its density, then proceeded along a series of wide corridors which eventually opened out and led to a long, sunny veranda overlooking a warm, golden beach.

Flying was totally effortless in this experience, and the further I flew, the more beautiful the landscape became. I came to an area of very tall conifer trees and spent a while swooping around through the tops of them. As I looked down I saw that it was a huge, rocky canyon filled with very tall, castle – like buildings, with trees all around them. The foundations of these structures must have been about 150 meters below me as I weaved around them, admiring their turrets, every one unique.

I moved on from the canyon and came to a grassy verge on my right with two men sitting in the sun, drinking cans of beer. They looked kind of trampy. I went over to them, making a conscious effort to conceal my excitement and said
“Hi guys, I hope you don’t mind me bothering you but I’m not from around here and I’m a newbie to all this flying lark. I wondered if you’d mind telling me where I am and whether it’s o.k. to fly here? How many layers out from the physical are we?”

They both listened attentively but I noticed one of them seemed very irritated by my questions as he made a sour face and turned away, tutting, so as to leave the other one to speak to me.
He said “Ok, I’ll tell you what, I’ll help you…I’ll show you something that might help explain it…Come on, we’re going to the cemetery.”
“To show me your grave?” I said. “Yeah.”

I asked if we would be flying there and he replied adamantly “NOOOO”, but then he got up and flew off !
I followed him over a railway track, then a beautiful sparkly river. It was very earth-like, very idyllic and the atmosphere of the place was pleasant and calm.
After a minute of flying behind him, we both seemed to have forgotten where we were originally going.
We arrived at a shop front and went inside to a reception desk with a friendly looking middle aged woman behind it. It felt like the entrance of some kind of learning institute.

He introduced me to the woman behind the counter and said “This little Missy is just starting out flying, so I’m showing her around a bit”.
He put his foot on some kind of sensor on the floor and the woman walked around to a metal turnstile near where we were standing. She took a reading from a dial on the wall which appeared to correspond to the sensor. It was made of brass with a glass front. His reading read just over 40 ‘somethings’ on a dial with about 150 notches.

They gestured to me that it was my turn. Excitedly, I put my foot on the sensor. The dial barely reached 5 ‘somethings‘ !
It was clearly an entry requirement to get a reading over a certain level. Level of what though?!
I felt it was measuring life force, or consciousness, or something alike.

Unfortunately at this point I suddenly zoned out and woke up back in my bed…Dying to know where he was going to take me! And what was behind that turnstile!?

On reflection :

Conifer trees had popped up a few times in o.b.e.s by now. I supposed that being evergreens they symbolised the eternal nature of the soul. Being trees, they are firmly rooted to the earth for a lifetime so I guessed that could be a simple reminder of what we are as humans…pretty vague conclusion but it didn’t feel like anything too important, more of a background theme.

The two men’s reaction to my question: This irritated attitude was becoming quite a familiar occurrence when conversing with locals on some of the astral planes. As he said he was going to take me to a cemetery, I concluded that some of these people are probably quite unhappy about being dead, and don’t really want it rubbed in their face by some over excited traveller who gets to go back to their physical body whenever they want. That would explain why in some environments it’s quite a taboo to fly and it feels like people can see you but they don’t want to look.

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I’d spent the evening at a 500 strong group meditation organised by Todd ,which my Mum and Dad had also attended. We had spent a couple of hours in a big church doing a guided visualisation which involved opening our energy bodies and creating a ‘vortex through which spirit could travel from the higher realms.’
There was also a good half an hour of collective ‘Aumming’ which felt like quite a rare treat, so needless to say my energy levels were quite high and I felt very clear on going to bed that night.

I fell into a dream about being at a beach house with some friends, and a few strangers. As soon as I sensed that I was dreaming, I started a conversation with some of the others about it…asking if they were dreaming too, or whether they were unconscious characters in my dream etc. Their answers were vague.
I told one of the girls there that I intended to look for my guides, and I also remembered to meditate in order to set the intention and try to direct myself towards them.
I breathed deeply, closed my eyes and focused on it. Within about 10 seconds I felt the pleasant whooshing sensation of soaring through space/time/dimensions.

After a short period of blindness, my vision came back into focus and I found myself hovering above a row of houses. I was aware that one of the houses was somehow ‘my house’ but it looked completely derelict and didn‘t bare much resemblance to anywhere I‘d ever lived on the physical plane. I flew through an open window on the top floor which I was very sure was ‘my old bedroom’,

I examined a few items and details in the room so as to further anchor my state of lucidity, then tried to open the bedroom door so as I could explore the rest of the house. The door was covered over with curtains…layers and layers of them, and was a real struggle to open. When I finally did get it open, the doors to all the other rooms across the hallway were completely filled with old suitcases and mattresses, stuffed in so tightly that it seemed clear I wasn’t supposed to be able to get in there…I had come across these type of barriers before, so I sensed there was no point persevering but instead to reflect on whether there was a symbolic meaning to them when I woke up.

I flew back out of the open bedroom window and circled around over an open grassy area outside, to get a feel for flying and to power up a little bit.
As I was doing so I said “Take me to my guides”.

An old, beaten up, dirty yellow taxi rolled slowly towards me across the grass and stopped about 10 feet away.
A dark haired, scruffy looking gypsy man got out of the drivers seat and said “Where you travellin to?…You goin over the top?”
“Where’s that?” I said.
“Thousand Island is a good spot” he said, “Here, have some money.”

He threw a handful of old coins across the grass to me.
Intrigued about the house I’d just been in, I said “Hey, is this Bromley?” He said “Yeah…well it was anyway…Have a good trip”, and drove off.

I had no idea what that meant but wasn’t too fussed.
I focused my intention on going to this ‘Thousand Island’ place, fully aware and amused that it was the name of a sauce that goes on a prawn cocktail.Image
I pondered on the suspicion that instead of being humour that was added into the experience by a guide, and this being a bonafide o.b.e, it may have been something my own mind had concocted.
Thinking about how familiar the flavour of the humour, I continued down a thought process that led to the conclusion that :
’I am my guides on some level and my guides are part of me…maybe I even get a lot of my own humour from their energy around me in my waking life’

Whilst focusing on that though, I wasn’t really getting far along my journey. I realised I had been trying to fly physically again (flapping and struggling) rather than concentrating on internal movement. So I meditated on the name of the place and the expectation of being there, and soon felt the sensation of fast movement as I went soaring upwards into a very blue, sunny sky.

As I drifted along, a small wooden parousel spun delicately past me . The sound it made reminded me of those little shiny paper windmills on sticks, the ones I used to get on visits to the beach as a child. It seemed to have it’s own character like something from a cartoon… like in ‘Bednobs and Broomsticks’ and it carried a vibration of real innocence.
I watched it drift a little way in front of me, then spin a bit faster, and then explode into about 50 larger versions of itself ! It was beautiful. They whirred around, glistening in the sun and all drifted along next to me like a school of jellyfish…as if to offer me their service on my journey.
I was so overwhelmed by how this felt and looked, that I started blubbing with happiness. I realised that I had not been present or open enough for such a high vibrational feeling in my waking life in a long time. It felt like purity, playfulness and freedom.
I was very deeply comforted to know that it still existed somewhere, and that I was fully accepted and welcomed by it.

After soaking up the bliss of all this for a few minutes, I arrived at an Island. Full of beans and still weeping with joy, I glided about 20 feet over a rocky shore and noticed an old castle on my left.
I carried on along a path by the beach, gliding through crowds of very happy people who were mostly in traditional Gypsy attire.
There were children playing, and people dancing in the sun and splashing around in the glistening water. I could still hear the sound of the whirring carousels, the breeze, the peoples laughter, and occasionally, of a young woman singing a sweet, soothing folk song in a very pure voice.
I stopped over on the sand near a large rock pool. Splashing around in it and basking happily in the sun were three of the strangest animals I’ve ever seen. They looked like a cross between rhinos and baby dinosaurs.

I was absolutely awestruck at the beauty of the place, and I think even more overcome at how conscious I felt. It was a level of ‘realness’ that paled any I’d ever felt in physical life.
I drifted back onto the path and past a few women wearing long, pretty, classical Gypsy dresses. One had a chain of coins around her head and long dark plaited hair. My intention was to converse with someone, but as I passed them, I realised my eyes were too full of tears to maintain eye contact and I couldn’t stop sobbing for long enough to speak clearly. I don’t actually know what I’d have said anyway.

I don’t remember anything after that, I probably fell back into a dream state. Woke up feeling amazing.

On Reflection :

The large group meditation clearly paid off for me. I’d bet it did for a lot of others too. It’s exciting to be privileged enough to see evidence like this, first hand, of the energy we can create when we join our efforts as a collective. If it brought this experience of such high vibration to me, I’m convinced we probably made some really positive change for the energy of everyone and of the earth that day. More of that please, bring it on.

The house I visited : I think it represented my energy body. The top floor windows were open (upper chakras), it was ‘my bedroom’ (these upper chakras are where I tend to rest and be most of the time), and I couldn’t get downstairs as all the entrances were blocked. (a common state of being for my lower chakras)
So perhaps that was a simple nudge to do more grounding work.

The parousels : .This just felt like spirit offering me any assistance I might need and letting me know they were always around. It was really sunny at the time so I suppose that offering to shade me was a gesture of how attentive, respectful, and ready to help they are. I wonder what would have happened if I’d grabbed hold of one…It would all have turned very Mary Poppins!

The gypsy theme: This was probably the third o.b.e. I’d had at this point that had gypsies in it. To me, a Gypsy symbolises a traveller, a searcher, a seer, a mystic. I suppose that is what astral travel is all about…and I suppose for now that it’s that simple. I’m just being drawn to similar energies to mine on other planes.Image