Between theory and practice, my own experience with astral travel.

Between theory and practice, my own experience with astral travels.

Hello everyone, for years I have gathered in my email many emails related to this subject, in a folder titled "to respond", but I always forget to do it and I continue working on other things, a couple of days ago, doing a review and cleaning From my email, I found this folder full and decided to respond to one of the topics that I talk about most of the time in my Blog and in my books, but I have clearly never given an appropriate emphasis for everyone's comprehension.

In this Post, I extend a little, but I hope to answer all your questions.

This is a very complicated issue to explain and share, especially because for many it is a truly difficult practice to perform, never impossible, but it can take years, perhaps as in a couple of cases that I know very closely, you can take one or two decades of daily and constant practice. All of the above without mentioning that for each one the learning cycle, as well as the development of their own technique, can take different directions and forms.

While this is a subject that is mentioned in most books of magic and esoteric content, although only in a very subtle way, in many other books apparently "specialized" in the subject of astral travel, treat it as something very precise and punctual, leaving aside the inexperience of the reader and focusing (perhaps too much) on the theory that reviews astral travel, although dedicating only a few pages to individual practice.

Although the majority of individuals dedicated to the study of mysticism, dominates a vague concept about astral travel, there are few and perhaps very few, the individuals who are really dedicated to putting it into practice, some for lack of information, others for fear to the constant warnings that are given to us in this respect (many of them very realistic) and many other people because they simply do not see interest in spending years practicing something they do not know if it will finally turn out or what purpose it will have.

In my case, it took me exactly 9 years before I was really able to take a truly conscious astral trip, before that, I had years of study and practice with different teachers and taking a little extra information from each book that came to my hands. , but these trips were mostly well-led lucid dreams that concrete astral journeys.

At home this is a topic that is commonly spoken, my parents and my sisters see in the practice of astral travel a form of family tradition that they hope to keep as alive as possible, my grandmother and my mother share this gift, they do so almost intuitive, for the sisters of my mother is a rather complicated subject, they do not seem to have been born with the same quality for the magical arts, nor with the interest in developing them.

My mother, according to what my grandmother usually tell, began to have lucid dreams since she was very young, and during her adolescence it was common to find her faint or completely asleep in the patio of the house, she spoke clearly while she slept and had long conversations, but when he woke up he did not remember much of what happened.

Mother states that for a long period of time of several years, between her first pregnancy and the second, these lucid dreams became less frequent, much less spontaneous, but after her second pregnancy (the first baby with her current husband, my Father), she returned in some way to these same dreams, affirms that these became more continuous and even clearer, sometimes as clear as the reality of our plane, the world of the living.

And it was during the break of this second pregnancy, when she moved to the capital city that the first books about unfolding, lucid dreams and astral projection came to her hands, resulting to her a total surprise that something that she believed so secret, so intimate, It was part of popular magic and even of movies and many novels.

From here she starts a period of constant study and development of this skill, combining the little she had learned during her childhood with what many authors affirm in their books, in their own words, many of them do not really know what They are talking, but a few have a pretty clear idea of what really happens during these astral journeys.

Her third and fourth maternity periods were spent studying, working and dedicating herself completely to the practice of different forms of magic and less traditional witchcraft, she introduced herself to spiritualism, umbanda, santería, Palo Monte, and experimented a lot inside of the Yoruba culture, I travel constantly to Africa, Brazil, and Cuba, and whenever I returned, I repeated "I was watching them very closely, for that reason I did not call by phone".

I spent my entire adolescence studying the manuals and journals that she kept in her library, not in that huge library of two walls, located between the corridor to the bathroom and the corridor to my bedroom, full of neatly arranged books, interspersed with novels, books of economy and history, inspiration manuals and multiple different editions of esoteric books, no, definitely not from that library.

I was much more interested in really delving into the subject, I went in search of that small private library inside his bedroom, a tall, thin cabinet with drawers just two meters from his bed, full of notebooks completely handwritten, diaries full of spells, formulas and enchantments, old diaries with some notes of my grandparents, a recipe for herbal medicine that my Aunt Rosa wrote thinking it would be a good manual for stores, but never dared to publish with a publisher, and many, literally many books that you would never see in a popular library or in the furniture of some stores.

Huge books in small editions, printed under the imprints of different countries, covers only two colors and letters so small they are barely visible, truly filled with magic books, books by authors who really knew what he was talking, and That reason she retained them, and still retains them, as close to her as she can, away from the light, perfectly hidden in her bedroom, away from the visits and from any curious stranger to the family.

In these books you can discover all sorts of spells that many modern authors do not dare to share with the public, from extracted oils from the skin of different animals in order to increase different magical powers, and herbal concoctions anointed with a few drops of blood a sorcerer to perform rituals of protection, night flying and hypnosis, to spells based on sigils that are drawn at night in the skin using a special dye to get the controversial power (perhaps unimaginable to many) of invisibility or also strengthen the conscious mind during astral travel.

And the latter was the most interesting, which explained to you entirely the origin of this power and the different ways to use them, with the constant practice of these spells and different rituals you could have clearer and more constant lucid dreams, then turn these lucid dreams into journeys aware of the spiritual world, crossing veils, planes and worlds that escape the imagination of many, although perhaps not as psychedelic and interesting as science fiction raises, but you can also find in these huge volumes the formula for unfolding in the real world and thus be physically and mentally present in more than one place at a time.

The first few times I tried it was really complicated, tracing a huge circle on the ground with a mixture of certain dried herbs and oils that should be sprayed together in a small ceramic dish, I remember it took weeks to get all the plants in different stores and I kept them hanging with a red thread from the window of my bedroom so that they dried in the sunlight and picked them up every evening after returning from school because according to several manuals, if only once these plants remain before the wind Cold after sunset, they could no longer be used in the ritual.

These were very complex rituals and with an extensive series of specifications so clear, that it would bore anyone, after so long you learned that it was easier than it seems, and it was only complicated, if you thought it really was, it was better a matter of time and calm, spending whole days memorizing the spells and verses you would use to communicate with other sorcerers and entities that you could find on the other side of the veil, writing these spells on the backs of my school notebooks to memorize them , performing every morning a series of stretches, invocations and exercises that ensured, help me to align my energy and balance my spirit, without which astral travel would only result in a simple lucid dream outside the body and for a minimum period of time.

The first three times I remember them perfectly, only I was deeply asleep during the ritual, and woke up hours later totally exhausted, feeling that I would not have slept in days, I took my notebook and wrote "absolutely nothing happened".

The next eleven times, with intervals of one week between each attempt, I began to have deep dreams, each time clearer, I heard very strange noises in each dream, noises similar to a drill piercing the wall, wanting to wake up unable to do so, visualized all around me like pictures on a wall, but they were walls so high that I could never see the ceiling, it seemed more like I was at the bottom of a deep tunnel, it was cold, so cold that in my own inexperience, the following times I performed the ritual, I made sure to have more and more clothes and a better sweater, after some time I noticed that this did not change anything at all.

But in each of these times, while I visualized those photos that changed on the wall, and I felt the faces of everyone in the portraits turning to look at me, I heard voices around me, many saying "go on, do not get distracted", others saying " Get out of here, be careful, get away from here ", on each and every occasion, I saw how a strange black spot appears on the floor, then the stain, looking like black ink, began to move in front of my eyes, It spread all over the floor, the disturbing noise grew louder and louder, and suddenly the stain was trying to climb my feet, and I felt that it touched me, I felt as the skin began to burn and itch at the same time.

I woke up a few seconds later, and always saw waking the little feet of someone standing in front of me, just blinking or closing my eyes for a second, my feet disappear in front of me, and I was alone in the room.

I got up as fast as I could to clean and collect everything, trying not to have problems with Mama, but the last of those times, specifically the last two, I woke up and after seeing those little feet in front of me, I turned to the other side and there my mother was with an indescribable face of anger, every occasion with a different gift, she forced me to clean my mess and she returned to her room, during the rest of the day she acted as if nothing.

A week after the second argument with her, just when she thought "if I try again I will be punished... For life, "I came home, I found her taking a cup of hot tea and knitting as usual, I left my notebooks on the table, and upon entering the room, I find a great surprise, one of those notebooks in his library was on my bed, one of the ones I did not dare to grasp, because I saw it as something very sacred to her, because she personally wove and embroidered a cover with threads and lace of white and silver around, so I thought that It must be something related to his marriage, he saw it as something very personal.

When I opened it, I found that the first pages were written in common black ink, but in a language that I could vaguely understand, and overwritten, on each line, on each sentence, on each verse of those wrinkled and old pages, was the translation In Spanish, in the handwriting of my mother, and in some more in-depth pages, there were notes perfectly made with a letter that could never be confused, the lyrics of Neyiber, just the oldest of my sisters, she has always had a spelling and calligraphy impeccable

Several pages of the notebook were marked with symbols and stickers, and part of the notebook was held with a paper and several pins, and had written with the letter of my sister "Elo, start from here, the rest should not be anything new for you ", while I was laughing I just thought, if my mother is in the living room and my sister lives a few floors above, because they did not deliver this to me personally ?, but then I remembered that both tend to be quite theatrical, maybe very dramatic, Especially my sister, also my family has always been somewhat cold in that aspect, in all discussions you hear the phrase "everyone has to solve their problems without bothering anyone else", something cold, but it is and always has been.

So I took the notebook, I prepared a bathroom, I chose fairly comfortable clothes, I burned some sage in the bedroom, I closed doors and windows, I did all the previous ritual, I boiled the herbal tea as always, and I made some modifications, just as the notebook recommended.

Replace the rosemary in the circle with basil and mint, instead of placing salt in the corners, place a small dish with camphor tablets that should be burned just a few minutes before nightfall, draw a much wider circle of protection, place me a lot less clothes, I took off all the rings, bracelets, necklaces, and only had with me a white ribbon with seven knots in it tied at the ankles, a recommendation from my sister in the notebook to prevent that strange black larva in the limb touched me again.

Note, if you want to understand a little more about these larvae of the astral plane, I recommend you read the previous post about the use of magic circles.

I anointed myself almost the whole body with the same usual combination of oils, and followed one of the most curious and simple recommendations of the notebook, along with the magic sigil that was to be drawn on the arm before the execution of the spell, draw a small crescent moon, the symbol that my grandmother's tribe has always considered as her own, and which recognizes them as witches within the tribe, and I burn a piece of parchment paper with my name written on it, I burn it with the fire of the camphor, and let it burn, according to the annotations, this consecrates the ritual space in my name, and thus avoid that my body could leave the circle being used by some other different spirit.

It was in this attempt, the number fifteen, when I finally got the closest thing to a lucid dream driven by myself, the dream was as colorful as the day to day, with only notoriety, the shades of red and orange looked totally different. The strange noise that always seemed only appear a few seconds at the beginning, then, it just seemed to go out, the voices around seem to be much clearer, it was not as cold as usual, it was still cold, but it was more similar to that cool mountain cold, and less ice than before.

After about (I imagine) 20 or 30 minutes, I saw that strange black spot on the floor, the same one my sister noticed in the notebook, but in this case, when she tried to approach me, she stopped for a second, it was darker and darker, on its surface I could distinguish something dark red, and suddenly, it began to draw a huge circle under me, I guess about 4 meters away from my feet, and did not get any closer from there, but it did not seem to stop moving. The truth is that after many years practicing, this strange larva stopped appearing, sometimes I stay longer than the indicated waiting to see if it happens, but that never happens.

This dream allows me to move in and out of my body, with some difficulty at first, you look at yourself as you float around your body, I guess it is as difficult as learning to walk, take many weeks to master this movement, when you want to elevate yourself, you just only descend, when you want to descend, you go up, or you go to one side, or you start to turn in one direction or another. You can not see your hands or your feet, you can feel that you are complete but not see it, until you approach that mirror, the magic mirror, that mirror that following the instructions of several books, recommended you to wash with a mixture of water from a river, lavender oils, powdered sagebrush root (hand-pulverized by the sorcerer who will use it) and a few drops of verbena or amber oil, a mirror with the power to reflect the spiritual world through meditations and lucid dreams, and in that mirror you can see yourself floating, completely and completely.

After weeks and months of practice, you develop your own techniques, you learn to make everything easier, perhaps not faster, but more comfortable, and once you master it after many years, you learn to move (with an undeniable difficulty) without the need for many implements, clearly at your own risk.

Mother's books are plagued by constant warnings, such as, if we do not draw the circle properly, some slippery spirit, some soul in distress, some mischievous pixie, some otherworldly larvae, or other darker creatures, can take control of your body and use it to move through our world, and in many cases, the bodies possessed by souls in distress or naughty goblins, do not distinguish, even within our bodies, between the spiritual world and ours, and may end up in the ways of train, jumping from a very high bridge or from a window, and my mother listed many examples in detail.

He also indicated in his warnings that if you did not have a properly developed clairvoyance, you should first focus on it, because many times some enter the astral plane without perceiving it, and in many cases, it is common for you to find spiritual beings much more advanced, than find yourself wandering outside your body, they send you back, erasing all the memories of what you have seen.

On many occasions my sister and mother warn not to perform the astral projection from outdoor sites, such as parks and gardens, unless you meet someone specialized who can take care of your body while you are there, otherwise, your unconscious body can sleep. and end up somewhere else or worse.

Some warnings are much more curious, "do not try to fly to the moon" (this I have not tried, but the truth can not take me too seriously the warning), "do not approach on the other side of the veil to anything that looks like a portal or a window that moves independently "," do not try to bring anyone with you from the other side "," if you meet other witches, walkers of worlds or something similar, do not bother them, and often take care of them " , "Trust blindly in your intuition, and stay away from everything that does not seem reliable", "do not stay too long away from your body, or this can simply stop breathing", and a warning written in very large letters "if something, a kind of cold sensation, seems to pull away from your body, close your eyes, breathe very deep, calm down, visualize a warm light around your body and try to return as soon as possible, or pronounce one of the spells that you previously memorized to return to your body."

Mother has a whole chapter dedicated to "do not approach oracles", where she specifies, in a suspiciously detailed way, all the reasons why while you make a journey through the astral plane, the world of dreams, the crosses of the veil or the same earthly plane itself, you should not approach situations involving oracles, young people with an Ouija, fortune tellers in session with a tarot deck or a crystal ball, and many more examples, not only because your presence there may be noticed by seers and fortune tellers, not only because your presence can negatively influence the responses of the oracles, but most importantly, the energy emitted by the oracles can cause problems to return to your body, seriously distort your perception of realities and make you lose the sense of direction in the other plane.

In a certain chapter (about 15 pages), mother talks in detail about a certain situation where while moving between planes, she saw something similar to the waves that form in the water on the roof of a house, and she thought it was peculiar, so she She approached and was "trapped" within these waves for some instants, trying to decipher what it was, entered the house (I'm sure this is entirely illegal) and found in one of the rooms a group of five girls playing with a Ouija, while they used it to ask all sorts of trivia, joked with each other about how ridiculous that game seemed to be and claimed that it was just a waste of time, but at the moment that mother approached the Ouija.

All the girls acted suddenly as if they had sensed his presence, mother blew some air into the void, and the girls claimed that suddenly the room felt colder, and while they continued to play, and drinking alcohol, mother could help move the answers off the board with only placing their hands, on the hands of the girls.

But in less than twenty minutes, Mother affirms that the place was full of presences, few like her, the majority were souls in pain that arrived unconsciously at this place, some more conscious spirits than if they noticed their presence there, and in their own words , what she describes as a pair of ghosts, a blue one and a red one, with a demonic and somber aspect, quite frightening, with enormous eyes, and although her skin looked burned and covered with deep scars, it was at the same time somber, as if they were part of the darkness of the place, they made very strange sounds every time they opened their mouths, as if they were trying to shout something and they did not have tongues, it was a heartrending sound.

After an extensive explanation about the spell she used to get out of there and the same as it cost her to do it because she really felt trapped by the place, she details that once she entered the room, her spirit did not go through anymore. No walls floated through the air, when touching the walls they felt like real walls, they did not allow him to leave, and until the moment the girls closed the board, they extinguished the candles, and they opened the doors and windows, she could not leave , not before that, she describes how terrified she felt, because the dark presences in the room seemed to approach her more and more, but they did it very slowly, as if they were afraid to act, and when the term spiritualist session ended, these presences were the first to disappear among the shadows of the walls.

Mother affirms that this was the first time she crossed paths with these spirits on the other plane, but it was not the last time, and that many acquaintances of her have warned her that these dark presences have the tendency to possess the sleeping bodies of women. witches and lead them to suicide, leaving their souls trapped in the veil.

My sister states in the writings, in many chapters, about the dangers of doing these astral trips while traveling by plane, at first it seemed strange, but taking into account that she had a boyfriend whose job was to be a pilot, and many times I took her On flights across the country, this makes some sense.

A curiosity that I find interesting, is that both warn about approaching consecrated sites, temples, churches, among others, because once you approach these places the energy is as heavy as the sea, it is difficult to move inside them and In your surroundings, that feeling is similar to swimming in diver's suits carrying heavy bags on your shoulders.

She also states in her many writings that one of her greatest adventures was to move inside a painting on the wall, in doing so she was in a huge painting that resembled a four-dimensional version (or perhaps more than four dimensions) of the paint, that you could touch the colors, and that all these have different textures, yellow being something metallic and blue something soft like cotton, green feels scratchy to the touch, while purple felt like expensive silk, colors As she describes, they had strange aromas, and the whole room moved around her.

He also describes how surprising it was to unfold himself in certain places (when after a lot of trying he managed to do it), and that on several occasions he came across ordinary people, not practitioners or followers of sorcery, but who possessed the gift of clairvoyance and could notice his presence before anyone else.

Both, as well as several of the authors I had previously read, and I personally can confirm, that the fire is still burning on the other side, but the fire of the altars, the fire in the flame of a candle that has been consecrated, or the fire that lights the night of Samhain or the night of Walpurgis, it does not burn you at all, it is just a lot of very warm incandescent light, but you will not burn in it no matter how hard you can try it.

Mother focuses on detailing the processes and mysteries of the spirit world, and wrote little about the beings that were there, except when it was to warn, it is from one of her writings where I just read for the first time, that in one of his most peculiar encounters in the world beyond the veil, the figure of an old god sitting on the water of the river confirmed to him that he must trust in the power of the angels, and in turn, fear of the presence of these, her, a A spiritualist and a witch who has never been very Catholic, she did not take the old man very seriously, even though his presence "felt like being in front of the greatest and most beautiful thing you have ever witnessed".

But after his refusal to understand these words, the old man she came to visit so often warned him with a noticeable calm "and that they are the Angels, but the new names that the same humans gave to the old creator gods, those who serve an older God, but who do not cease to be like him, who did not need names to be called, but man always believing himself superior to everything, gave them names, and made them look like innocent creatures at his service, being them true messengers of a superior power ".

The words of this man were so clear and precise, that Mother ran back to her body to take note of it immediately, and it was from that time that she began to study the world of angels and great spirits.

My sister on the other hand, not only in this notebook but in many others, dares to detail with great precision all his encounters in the afterlife, from constant encounters with my grandfather, and with his parents, to clandestine meetings with one of her past loves that she died as the victim of a man with a lot of rancor, and that these meetings with her ended only after very long conversations where they kept laughing and remembering, and it was also she who helped him move forward.

Their encounters with diversities of entities, spirits, creatures that do not appear in the books, evil spirits that have given battle on more than one occasion, until higher reunions with old memories of their past lives that remain latent in certain places.

In a small verse from one of her notebooks, my sister relates the next (and please forgive if I lost something in the translation process):

"I've never managed to be in the presence of something as big as an angel, if I did, I would not say it, but walk with your astral body through that gigantic circle of rocks in the middle of the mountain, while the witches invoked the God From the mountain, it felt like submerging your feet in a gigantic pool of pure honey with the freshest floral scent you can imagine, how to anoint mint and eucalyptus oil inside your nose, you feel a fresh breeze as penetrating as it is imposing, but with an exquisite scent of flowers, and suddenly, your feet end up submerging in the pool of honey, and you feel that it has no bottom, that you only sink there slowly, you feel that strange presence touching every inch of your body, that fragrance takes over from you, the warm and soft honey covers you from the feet to the head, you feel that you are floating and close your eyes for fear of what you can see, then you trust, you feel so comfortable, so warm, so sure or, then you open your eyes, and after that blinding and golden light, there you see him standing in front of you, with his roots and feet, with his hands on the branches, with his gigantic crown of shining wood, with his beautiful Smile, and open your arms to receive you, and then... When you wake up you know, that you have never been in the presence of a true angel before, but if you are one day, you should feel very close to this."

It is my sister who has filled entire notebooks with recipes and spells that you can perform during astral travel to move faster between places, to find your body more easily, to dissipate negative energies present in some places, and even how to perform healings on a body physical from the spiritual plane.

She has also tried, improperly and on multiple occasions, to enter the bodies of sleeping people, succeeding successfully after many unsuccessful attempts, because clearly she is very constant about it, she also wrote a complete spell to enter the dreams of others individuals from the spiritual plane, thus allowing to visualize as small movies, the dreams that other people are having, and even influence them turning nightmares into something different or communicating with other individuals from the world of dreams.

She claims to have met on multiple occasions with the spirits that guard dreams, and that she has been present in many more places in her astral body than in her physical body, confirms that some temples are truly sacred, and that if you try to enter, something similar a court of spirits judges you first, no matter what your religious tendency, they only let you in if they understand that your reasons are well-intentioned, but in some places that would seem to be sacred, like certain buildings of congregations of some religious sects more modern, simply nothing happens, in their own words, and mine, is as boring as walking in the park in the post-winter period and before spring, you do not find everything white by snow, or flowered by the weather Everything looks dead, gray, swampy and boring, but full of people making a lot of noise.

My astral travels have not been so interesting, the greatest thing I have personally achieved, walking on the sea, only a few meters, after that I sank, literally in all attempts. The most notorious thing, that I will never forget, and I have commented several times in the past, visiting the site in New York where the twin towers were before, had had some rather traumatic experiences in the past, but this experience, this is something I will reserve for myself, and it is something that does not deserve to be presumed, it is something that I will keep for myself, having visited this site physically some years ago was quite strong, but visiting it spiritually, this is much stronger than I could imagine.

An interesting fact, after a long time practicing, that figure in front of me that I saw every time I woke up, those little feet barefoot in front of me, always inside the circle, was my grandmother, who is still alive, and with whom the truth I do not talk much, it was her that always pulled me back from the other plane, and it was she who warned my Mom about what I was really doing.

Sometimes I appeared outside the circle, just taking care, and sometimes I appeared inside the circle, I still have not learned exactly how I did it, but she somehow entered the spirit world and pulled me back from there.

Anecdote that makes it even more interesting, my grandmother does not live with us, she lives in another state, close to the peninsula, it is somewhat disturbing to know that a person without internet access, and who vaguely knows how to use a telephone, knows what you are doing, when you do it, and seemingly mocks all metaphysical laws without much effort to take care of you.

The last time I met her, at my grandfather's funeral in 2010, we hardly saw each other, we greeted each other, we hugged each other, and because we were in public we did not talk much about it, but that same night at home I curiously asked her why in recent years I had not seen her next to me, and I closed the question with an "if you know what I'm talking about?", she did not even look at me, she only answered while cutting some oranges "it was not necessary, when the chickens walk alone you leave them, but never open their wings", and followed by an uncomfortable silence that I did not know how to interrupt at the moment, she retired to her altar where she spent the rest of the night.

But no matter what she said, even though I was much bigger, and living in another country, it is common to feel her presence around me when I project myself, even several times I have seen her reflection from the other side of my mirror and it is quickly hidden, she has always been fond of magic with mirrors, it is not her specialty, but she has always handled at least the most basic part, it is not uncommon to think that as I write this thinking about her, I can swear by that aroma of vintage tobacco and white rum around me who is here with me watching what I write.

For now, I will continue practicing the best I can and I hope I have answered all your questions about it, which had accumulated in my mail for a long period of time and always affirmed that I would soon answer.

Kisses and Blessings to all, see you at the crossroads.

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