Those of you that know me or who have been subscribed to my blog for some time, will be aware that I have had in excess of 200 astral adventures in the form of out-of-body experiences. You may also be aware that these experiences have been very scarce in the last few years, and you may be additionally aware that I’ve never really known the reason why my soul has chosen to experience these phenomena. Maybe the key to this conundrum is not to analyse, but simply to go with the flow and accept whatever the eternal moment of Now brings to the table. But, just for the sake of it… I’ve always felt that the reason I have these experiences is so that I can share them with people. To help people understand that there is more to life than the “daily drudge” of life on earth. Now… I know what you’re thinking… “why is he blogging about astral travelling if he doesn’t have the experiences anymore?” Well… it’s like this, good people of the Blogiverse, during the early hours of the morning of 30 December 2022, I had quite an amazing experience; and I’m going to share the whole lot with you right here. Hang on to your hats!

It started off as a dream; just like in the “old days,” and I’m going to share the details of the dream with you as well because of something very significant occurring just before I woke up. I was on what felt like a “lads holiday” with someone that I knew from years back; the location was hardly what you would call exotic. It was one of those dreams where the person you are with doesn’t look like the person in question, but all the same, you know it is that person. He appeared to be involved in drug dealing, which I wasn’t comfortable with, but it was OK. We walked past two girls and my “friend” got involved with a drug deal with one of them. It was like the worst kept secret in the universe being played out right in front of my eyes; “let’s do a drug deal but don’t tell Richard.” At one point we seemed to be in a bar when he said something to me about, “when you get home to Birmingham.” I have no idea what this means as I neither come from, nor do I live in Birmingham. Then we were stood by water, which was blue, like swimming pool water, but not clear; in fact it looked as though it could have been extremely deep. For some reason, I decided to jump from the ground on which I was standing to the ground separated by this opaque, blue water. Surely not? I would never make it across. But jump I did.

Now, this is the significant bit. As I jumped, I just seemed to glide above the surface of the water, eventually landing gently on solid ground. Realising that this is one of the gifts I associate with being out of my body, I woke up. Immediately on waking up, a scene appeared in my third eye. It was a strange, grey night time scene, with odd shaped black silhouettes populating the skyline. As I lay there observing this scene, I remember thinking to myself, “If there are no stars in the sky, then create some.” Incredibly, the sky was immediately filled with thousands of beautifully twinkling stars. I was amazed; Instant Creation. This could only mean one thing; I was out of my body. As I lay there sending out thoughts of immense gratitude for the experience, I was aware of being carried off on a journey. Just like the old days I thought…

We travelled through the darkness at speed, until we came to land in what I can only describe as a military-style command post. The strange thing was, that it seemed to have been erected in a built-up area, as opposed to a forest or jungle. I was standing at one end, hands behind my back, underneath the camouflaged net with just a couple of other souls standing at the other. Then more souls entered; they were a mixture of military staff and civilians that I presumed worked for the military. Then what appeared to be a very high ranking officer (a general or such like) entered. I remember thinking to myself, “I might be in trouble here, I probably should have saluted.”. But, nobody else saluted either, and as I continued to stand with my hands behind my back, I suddenly felt my shoulders become very broad. Maybe that was an indicator that I too possibly held some sort of rank. But also, the fact that nobody saluted could be a reminder, that in spirit, rank and status are non-existent. The so-called rank could have simply been an indicator of the job that soul performed. The atmosphere was very calm and relaxed, but before anything further could develop, I felt that familiar pull as though I was heading back to my body.

After a very short journey, I assumed I was back in bed but that assumption was very short lived as I soon realised that I was embarking on another journey. When we stopped travelling I decided that I would reach out in the darkness to whoever it was that had so very kindly given me the experience. I reached out my hand in gratitude and the darkness cleared to show that I was in what looked like a small bed-sitting room. My companion was a young black girl that I would put at about 22 years old in “human speak.” I thanked her profusely for giving me this amazing experience. She said, several times, “it’s OK, I know you.” She then referred to me by a name that I didn’t recognise. I said, “it’s Richard.” I felt very close to this soul and I remember putting my arm around her waist. She then proceeded to change form at least twice. What I took from this sequence of events is a reminder not to get attached to names and forms because ultimately, they do not exist. An older black woman then came to the door, but did not enter the room. Through the open door, I could see that it appeared to be a house of bed-sits; there was souls just hanging out on the staircase above; one young white girl was just sitting on the stairs with her face against the bannisters looking down at us. The scene then changed to a kitchen.

I was in the kitchen with a young black girl, but not sure if it was the same one who had changed form again or whether it was someone different. A man with a rather large waistline made a very brief appearance before disappearing again and I was vaguely aware of other souls, although only a few, looking in to see what was happening. I couldn’t help thinking that I was keeping my friend from her work and then I felt myself moving and in no time at all I was back in my body, laying there in bed wondering what this crazy life is all about.

I really don’t know why I should have this amazing experience after so long, but I’m not complaining. There is one thing worth mentioning though before I bring this marathon post to an end…the importance of expressing gratitude. During and after the experience I expressed gratitude on several occasions. Not only to my companion, but also to God. Not, I might add, to the religious version of God, but to this God.

But whether you call me Jehovah, Yaweh, God, Allah or Charlie, I am still who I am, what I am, where I am, and I will not stop loving you because you got my name wrong, for heaven’s sake.

So you can stop quarrelling over what to call me.

From: Friendship With God – Neale Donald Walsch

So, thanks Charlie, you’re a star!!