The air is like ether

What a long, strange trip it's been

Now you mentally lower your vibrations and quickly descend—so to speak—back through all the astral planes and sub-planes until you are back inside your bedroom, looking down at your physical body laying there in bed. The air is like ether—a fine, grainy mist. You are on the lowest astral sub-plane; You are as close to the physical plane as you can get. Then all of a sudden, you feel the heavy weight of your physical body envelop you and you open your eyes.

Your first thoughts may be, "Where am I?" "What has just happened?" "Where have I been?" You lay there and immediately try to recall your experiences in the astral world. Hopefully you will be free from exterior interferences so you can spend the next several minutes remembering the various scenes you have seen. If you can, you should jot down notes of your astral experience as fast as you can recall them, because as the minutes go by, the risk of the memories vanishing from your mind increases.

 

 

 

A couple of minutes later, your alarm clock goes off. Your thoughts are interrupted as you turn to look at the clock on the night stand next to your bed. Your clock is telling you it's time to wake up and go to work or school. You reach over and turn the alarm off.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then for the next several minutes, you just lay there in wonderment.

 

Welcome back to the physical plane on Earth.

:-)

 

This concludes my Astral World Tour.

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