First Flight

First Flight
By Scott L Vannatter
August 19, 2012

I open my eyes and peer out. The countryside opens up. Though it is night, I can still see for a long distance; the air is so clear. I feel the fresh crispness on my skin. My shirt, long-sleeved, breathes in the openness and I am happy. Standing on top of the Ferris wheel, I look down and have no sense of dizziness or loss of balance.

This is a first and I enjoy that as well. I am relaxed as though just standing in my living room at home without a care in the world.

“Are you ready?” I look to my left and she is there.

I can’t see her face, but I know her as a friend. I reach my hand out and gently clasp hers. The touch feels nice, comfortable, and normal. We glance at each other, and then we straighten out and allow our bodies to fall from the top, about fifty feet up.

As the ground approaches quickly, I have no sensation of fear; my mind is free and unfettered. At the last second, our bodies bow a bit and we flatten out before sailing back into the evening air. Flight! The wind ruffles through my clothes and my hair, leaving me with a sense of joy and of being pure and clean. After a few seconds we pull up and land softly on our feet.

Several years ago I decided that I wanted to fly. I mean really fly. I wanted to sail over houses and visit places.

I had done some reading on the astral plane. I have come to believe it exists, a parallel dimension to ours that we can’t see, but is there anyway. I have come to believe that there are many of these dimensions, none of which we can normally see. I have also come to believe that our minds, under the right conditions, can visit these other dimensions in an astral body. Deep sleep is one of these conditions.

I read, thought, and practiced. Some evenings, I would get a second or two of these worlds. I wanted more. The above was such a visit. It felt so real that I do not believe it could have been a dream. It was a world. It existed; it exists, I still believe.

I wish I could relate to you the reasons it wasn’t a dream. If that kind of clarity exists in a mere dream, then, perhaps, what is going on now is simply another dream. Regardless, I don’t practice it anymore as I had some problems with it that I might discuss in another post. But, there are times I miss it and so want to go back.

I guess we shall see.

Do you believe in the astral plane? Do you believe in astral projection? What are your experiences?
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Namaste,
Scott