Copyright 2013 by Trish Causey. All Rights Reserved.
Some schools of thought say all dreams are a form of astral projection.  If so, then I’m astral traveling 3 to 5 times every night.  But what I consider astral projection — traveling across time/space to the Other Side — has only occurred once — that I remember.

I astral projected in a dream years ago, in 2002, or 2003, maybe 2004 — before Hurricane Katrina.  This was either the only time I’ve ever experienced this or the only time I remember it this fully.

I was flying in my dream, which was great because I had not had a flying dream since I was a young teenager.  As a kid, I’d have dreams in which I would float up out of my body (in the dream) and hang out at the ceiling, sometimes getting bored with whatever was going on in the room, like a classroom or sometimes a hospital/surgical type area, and I’d float out of the room, ducking to not hit my head on the door jamb, then fly/float down the hallway to something more interesting.

In most flying dreams, though, I would be  outside where I could get a running start, spread my arms, take off, and fly — but never higher than just above the trees.  These were always amazing.  I progressed to the point where I didn’t have to take a running start — if I had the thought I wanted to fly, I spread my arms, bent my knees in a small plie’, and I was up in the air, soaring.  The most interesting of these was one dream in which I was flying with Elton John.  I have no idea why I dreamt that.  I love Elton John, but to this day, that is a mystery. 🙂

So back to this particular dream… I was enthralled to be flying again, something I had missed for almost two decades. I was flying above the trees.  I looked down as the canopy of treetops whizzed by.  Suddenly, I realized I was not flying horizontally but vertically, like a helicopter going up instead of across.  I thought, “How cool!”

I went up and up, still facing down, looking down towards the land.  Further up and away from the trees.  I went through the thin, low-lying clouds, higher and higher.  Here’s where I started getting worried.  I had no clue what was happening.  Up and up.  Still looking down, I saw I was high enough that I wasn’t just looking at the land or the water, I was now moving up through the clouds.  Layers and layers of frothy white clouds.  Then I was looking down at the clouds — up and up — looking down now at the entire earth, moving further from it at an increasing speed.

As the earth got smaller, I looked down toward what should have been my body but there was nothing there.  I looked to my right at what should have been my arm, but my arm wasn’t there.  I looked to my left, but my left arm wasn’t there.  I thought, “Where’s my body?!”  I looked around at myself, but I wasn’t there — only a fuzz of transparent light.

I felt my fuzz self cross a barrier, and I realized I had crossed the Veil (as pagans say).  I was on the Other Side.  I slowed down and took it all in, just floating.  I had no body because I pure energy.  Where I was was pure energy.  It looked like an infinity of clouds in a golden light emanating from a huge golden light source off in the distance.  In that instant I experienced what I’d never felt before or since — pure love.  I knew it seemed crazy even at the time — this is what people who have near-death experiences say.  They felt pure love.  But it was true.  I felt pure love.  Pure connectedness to the supraconsciousness.  I felt the infinity of the universe.  I knew I was returning home — returning as light energy to rejoin the All light energy.  No gods.  No Jesus.  No floating Buddha head.  No made up human religious bullshit.  The All was nameless, faceless, race-less, label-less energy.

Feeling that pure love was transformative.  I knew what that pure love was as soon as I felt it and knew, with sadness, no one had ever extended that pure, unconditional love to me here on earth.  I floated in the energy and felt my fuzzy light self being gently pulled toward the golden infinite energy All, and I loved it.  I wanted it.  Nothing had ever felt so wonderful, so intensely right — to be a part of that energy from whence I came, to leave the crap and the struggle of life on the physical plane.  Everything I had ever wanted was right there.  All I had to do was drift in the pure love energy stream to rejoin the infinite Source Energy.

I suddenly remembered my young daughter, and I thought, “Oh well, this was nice, but I have to go back now.”  I expected to drift back to the Veil and begin my descent toward earth.  However, I kept drifting toward the golden light.  I thought, “No, really, I can’t stay. I have to get back to my daughter.”  Nothing changed, in fact, I started moving toward the golden energy faster.  I shouted (as only a fuzz ball of energy can), “NO!  I have to go back to my daughter!  She needs me!!”  I tried to resist the pull of the energy — it was so immensely strong, and truthfully, I really wanted to stay in that perfect love vibration.  But I tried pushing against the pull — hard to do with no arms or legs.  I pushed against it, tried to pull myself away, pushed and pulled, tried again and again.  I yelled, “I HAVE to go back!  My daughter needs me!!”

At that instant, I began plummeting downward, downward, downward, accelerating exponentially.  I saw the earth getting closer and closer.  I went through the earth’s cloud layers, and I went faster.  I worried how I was going to catch myself since I didn’t have a physical body.  Was I just going to land on the roof of my house — SPLAT?!  The earth got closer, then North America, then the Gulf Coast, the water, the trees — boom!

I bolted upright in bed.  I was panting, breathless as if I’d just run a marathon.  I looked down.  I had a body — had arms and legs — nothing seemed broken.  I looked up — the ceiling was intact.  I felt like I had slammed into a concrete wall.  I had crash-landed into my bed.  I had no idea what just happened.  I sat there for a few minutes, thoroughly confused by this, the weirdest dream I’d ever had.

I got up out of bed, shaky on my feet (that I was glad to see had returned), and I checked on my daughter.  She was sound asleep.  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary with the house.  I could not wrap my head around what had happened.  Of course, I had heard of out-of-body experiences (OOBE, or OBE), but I had never really delved into the topic, or astral travel, or remote viewing.  I liked my easy-going nature-based Irish pagan path.  I liked my relationship with my perception of a Source Energy, and I left all the New Age woo-woo stuff for the confused woo-woo people (who probably smoked a lot of weed).

Because of this dream/astral dream experience, my perception of “god/gods,” heaven/nirvana, et al were confirmed for what feels right for me.  Science says energy is the basis of the universe, and I saw that that is true.  Spiritual sages say “we are all connected,” and I felt that to be true in my experience.  The bullshit importance humans place on ethnicity, economic class, political party, religious affiliation are all that — bullshit — completely made up, human busy-work to keep the physical plane mired down in drama so the soul energy has something to do while it’s here to learn lessons during its incarnation in the carbon-based meat-suit.

At that moment, I became what I call an Energist.  I believe in Energy.  Gods, goddesses, etc., are anthropomorphized interpretations of particular energy vibrations to appease the inquisitive human-animal’s mind as the soul sorts out its karma this go ’round.

This is when I became a Humanist.  We are all energy.  We are all equal.  We are all connected, regardless of skin color, spiritual path, or other divisive pigeon hole man-made society wants us to buy into to keep strife and war in perpetual motion, usually for the benefit of sociopathic lizard-brains who feed on misery to secure their own financial gain and to ensure their elite status and control.

This earthly existence offers glimpses into the love and connectedness that exist on the Other Side.  They are possible here… if we lose our temporary selves long enough to find our true selves.

This is my experience.  You don’t have to like it, agree with it, or believe it.  It is mine.  This is the experience as it happened to me, so I don’t feel the need to justify or rationalize any aspect of it.  This was a truly integral and life-changing experience for me, and to this day, it greatly influences many of my tenets that I hold to be true for me and my path.

I hope to return to the All Source Energy again this lifetime to say Hi — as  long as I can come back here once I’m done hanging out in the energy love fuzz.

trish

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