When I was in high school a good friend of mine told me she could leave her body consciously, I think I was about 17 when she told me. As a part of my desire to understand everything about the metaphysical world, I asked her to show me how to do it. I thought for certain this would hold the key to understanding all of the things that had been happening to me my whole life...seeing and hearing spirits, communicating telepathically with animals, channeling poetry and messages while in a a trance state, lucid dreams where it seemed I was someplace else entirely. What I didn't realize is that I already left my body often, traveling the astral during my sleep. The difference was my level of awareness.
The first time I became aware I was out of my body was about two years later when I was 19. I "woke up" above my home looking down on the roof thinking about how some of the shingles looked damaged. Then I felt this magnetic pull that hoisted me upward into space. I flew so fast that everything was a blur. I hovered in the darkness feeling at peace. I pushed myself back down to just above the treetops in our yard, marveling at how beautiful they were even in the moonlight. Suddenly another sensation pulled me at amazing speed across the fields, the roads and the river into Kentucky behind a restaurant where I saw the most beautiful being of light. My heart raced and I instantly recognized this being and felt the most amazing love I've ever felt. I held up my "hands" and I looked exactly the same. I could see that I too was a beautiful glowing blue-white being of light. We touched hands and I wanted to stay in that moment forever. It was a homecoming for me. I was finally genuinely connected with someone, something I wanted more than anything. I had always felt so alone in Southern Illinois and on the earth.
The second time I remembered being out of my body was a few months later. I had gone to bed very tired. I woke up in the living room of my house. I was trying to walk through the living room, but the energy was so dense it was like trying to walk through quicksand. I was stuck in the living room and I was afraid. I realized I was out of my body and my heart started to race. The more I tried to push through the energy, the stronger the energy seemed to stop me. Suddenly, I panicked and I was pulled back into my body so fast when I hit it I woke up out of breath.
One day I came home from class during college to take a nap. I was in my room talking in my sleep in what my mother said was jumbled nonsense. I was sitting up with my arms stretched upward. That's what she saw. I was experiencing something different. I saw thousands of light beings flying overhead reaching down to me in love, pulling me halfway out of my body. I couldn't decide if I wanted to go with them or stay where I was. I must have decided to stay because I laid back down, went fully into my body and finished my nap.
The single most profound experience I had out of body, I didn't immediately become aware I was out. I thought I was dreaming. I was looking out of the top window of the front door of our home and marveling at what I was experiencing. I was looking out at the trees, the grass, the rocks and everything had these amazing colors. These were colors I'd never seen before. They were so bright, so vivid, and so alive. I could feel them, smell them, hear them, and taste them. The energy of everything was alive. The sound they made was like a lullaby, a humming frequency that was permeating my being. The taste was like the sweetest and most delicious fruit I had ever tasted. The smell was equally as appealing, but I have no words that can describe it. I had never felt more connected to myself. I was fully part of everything. That's when I realized I wasn't tall enough to possibly be looking out the window on the top of the door. The second I did I looked down and I didn't have any feet, I turned around and saw my body lying in the bed and that's when I hit it at full speed. It knocked the breath out of me and I sat up and smiled.