Hello, astral projection is possible.

I'm not an expert, but i have experienced this for myself since i was a little kid. Actually i think kids do more of this than adults because they don't hold themselves back spiritually to stuff like that.

When I astral project i would go out of my body. My body still lying on the bed and i'm floating above it. Sometimes I'm aware of this and sometimes not aware, sometimes I remember where i went and other times I don't. I have had some pretty bizarre experiences with this phenomenon, but it is possible. Some people believe, and some won't, but that is the truth with this type of thing.

When you astral project from your body, someone can come to your body and they think that you may be dead, but your just like as sleeping, but if the silver cord that ties you to your body you separate and don't go back in. You go to where God sends you after that.

When I astral traveled I could be seen if i sat on an object such as a car seat, they would see the seat indent, but couldn't see me. I actually talked to the person later on in life and we talked about it. I was able to provide them details of where they were in that moment they had the experience, so i know it actually happened because i was there and they told me what they saw. It's freaky, but powerful for God to use for good.
Although some people will use it for mischief. I think i may have talked alot about this....hope it wasn't too boring.

I'm certain that people can project thoughts as well, which is another thing entirely.

As for Astral Projection that is the spirit travelling somewhere else, yet still connected to the body.

Mind link..........um could that be like telekinesis? As for myself when I get really mad, (and i have to watch not to do this), bizarre things will happen around me. I once got really mad at my ex and held a cd in my hands and made it explode. I had to pick up pieces off the floor and my clothing. It freaked us both out, because it wasnt' totally intentional, just wanted to break it, but like i said it exploded. I think there's something about energy involved. I cannot wear watches, i make them quit.

This area is mysterious and still figuring things out as i go along. I try not to go too deep into this type of thing though because it takes a person down a dark path if their not careful. I try to keep positive and happy, and in the light. I have people who have pictures though of a light manifesting above my head, but that was in a tent meeting and i was speaking about the love of God.

Hello, astral projection is possible.

I'm not an expert, but i have experienced this for myself since i was a little kid. Actually i think kids do more of this than adults because they don't hold themselves back spiritually to stuff like that.

When I astral project i would go out of my body. My body still lying on the bed and i'm floating above it. Sometimes I'm aware of this and sometimes not aware, sometimes I remember where i went and other times I don't. I have had some pretty bizarre experiences with this phenomenon, but it is possible. Some people believe, and some won't, but that is the truth with this type of thing.

When you astral project from your body, someone can come to your body and they think that you may be dead, but your just like as sleeping, but if the silver cord that ties you to your body you separate and don't go back in. You go to where God sends you after that.

When I astral traveled I could be seen if i sat on an object such as a car seat, they would see the seat indent, but couldn't see me. I actually talked to the person later on in life and we talked about it. I was able to provide them details of where they were in that moment they had the experience, so i know it actually happened because i was there and they told me what they saw. It's freaky, but powerful for God to use for good.
Although some people will use it for mischief. I think i may have talked alot about this....hope it wasn't too boring.

When I was younger/healthier I used to entertain the kids by bouncing like Bugs Bunny.
I didn't hop.
I set up a motion using my muscles in my feet and legs by flexing them in a rhythm that caused my feet to come off the floor.
It appeared to anyone else that I was just standing there and suddenly started bouncing off the floor.
I also used to be able to go from laying prone on the floor to standing in one swift motion.
While it was nearly impossible for anyone else to do these things it was nothing mysterious, just simple physics and muscle control.

Yes, I just went thru it. I took a laxative and feel better not.

In the 70s I was thrown in solitary confinement while in prison. I never left that cell for 4 years. Bread and water. In the dark. No showers. No hour exercise. No visit. No mail. No human contact. The only light I saw for 4 years was when the guard opened the hatch to toss in a piece of bread and a tin cup of water. What do you think happen to the mind? You develop pyschic abilities because your mind, in the absence of stimulus, will rewire itself. When you are in sensory deprivation for four years, brain rewired, you don't see the material world. You see frequencies, and these frequencies are like the spoke on a wheel. Higher the frequency, more of the future ( which many think is pyschic but it's not). The lower the frequency the more of matter you can see. Every cell has it's frequency. Every organ has it's frequency. Every man, woman, animal, object, only exists based on frequency. Every disease is known by its frequency. You all use it but don't know it. When you feel repelled or attracted to someone, that's frequency. There is nothing static in this world. Everything vibrates, every thing is in constant motion. And you name it based on vibration, frequency, energy. You are aware of time and space because of this. Fall in love and time don't exist. Get angry and time suffocate, in the form of anxiety. People will think you are psychic because you can tell them what they are going to do before they do it. No. You know what will happen because it has already happened in your body and mind. And the so called psychic key in on these changes. We all have the ability. When a dog acts funny before you have a seizure, is the same thing that happens with humans. We all have that ability. Now here's the down side. Once you reach that level, you can no longer participate in this world. You can't have family. You can't talk to people ( they will call you a know it all). You can't have a wife or girlfriend because you know what motivate and drive that person. It gets resentful real fast when you can tell your mate everything she or he does, even though you never left home. Your mate will think you are spying on them and start hating you. When in fact we are creatures of habit. We do the same thing the same way, the same time. That's why animals know when the master will pull up in the driveway. Habit. When you reach that level , you will long for being" normal" like others. But you can never ever go back. You can never be happy. You can never be sad. I miss being just a regular guy. So don't obsess over all thay psychic stuff. You are human for a purpose, you are matter. For a purpose. Otherwise you will live a lonely, alienated life. No family, no friends. Because like me you are a part of a different dimension, and all this stuff around don't exist in other dimension. Peace and love. And by the way I was finally released from solitary and my case became a landmark case that literally change how all of you are treated. You have to have a hearing before you can be fired or punished. My law case is : Crafton v. Luttrell, federal supplement, 1972. And my real name is Calvin murry. You can Google my case.

I thought I was just dreaming. When my mom called my name, I awoke. She said she thought I was dead, I had not moved in 30 mins, not even a breath. I still think it was just a dream, though I don't remember what it was about.

I Was Visited by a Vision of a Familiar Stranger

When I opened my eyes again, a summer breeze was flowing across my face. I looked up and found an old lady sitting beside me, staring at my face, wearing the friendliest smile I had ever seen. I was lying on a cool patch of ground and I could see the crashed car across the road.

Was the lady in that van? I tried to remember. I couldn’t tell.


I tried to say something. But only empty air came out of my mouth. I saw her expression changing to that of sympathy and concern. She raised her hand and placed it on my shoulder, indicating that I should stop trying.

Looking at her face above my head, blocking out the sun, I remembered a time in my childhood when I used to visit my grandmother’s house. In front of the porch, there was a mango tree. It was as big and lush as one can get. I would go out and lie on the ground beneath it for hours. It was very tranquil there.

Lying on the ground beside this woman, I was filled with the same feeling.

Then, suddenly, she got up. She lifted her right hand, as if she was saying goodbye. I raised my right hand, to hold her leg, to stop her from going. But a gush of pain stopped me in my tracks. It was my fractured hand. And then everything came back; the feeling of being trapped, the choking air, the heat. The sky burst into a blinding white light and I closed my eyes as tight as possible.

And then, I realized, I was back inside the car.

I heard a piercing noise from far far away. I couldn’t tell what it was. But it was shrill and repeating itself again and again. Every second it was becoming louder and clearer. It was coming nearer to me. In that noise, my head started throbbing with pain. I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like dying, and I passed out again.

There was a whirring sound of an air conditioner above. I could smell the hospital air: sanitized bottles and extra-bleached bedsheets. I opened my eyes and saw people surrounding me. I couldn’t make out who was who. The visibility wasn’t clear. It was like looking through a frosted glass, only shapes and sizes, with faint hue of colors.

I heard them saying that I was lucky to have survived. I had lost a lot of blood. And locked up inside the car, with heat and fumes filling it every second, they wouldn’t have given me a chance in a million. But somehow I survived. And luckily, an ambulance had gone down that road. Another miracle.

“Something gave him hope in those moments,” they were saying, “something that made him hang on.”

Listening to them, I remembered that old lady. I could still feel her fresh breath on me. Her face blocking the sun like that tree outside my grandmother’s house, calm and peaceful. I felt like sleeping again—this time due to medication. I had a feeling it would be a deep sleep.

I saw the shapes and sizes disappearing. The black curtain of sleep fell over my eyes. I closed my eyes and I felt my consciousness slipping away. But even in that state of receding consciousness, I couldn't forget the face of that old lady smiling at me. Whispering a silent thanks to her, I went into a deep sleep.

-- Nitin Dangwal

Her face was familiar. Not that I had seen her before. But she had that kind of face you see in TV commercials for life insurance. A face that would inspire confidence. A face that always wears a smile.