The Power of Perspective

Today I want to share experiences I had as a child and an adult where I found myself physically walking in the lower astral without knowing it. It's something I didn't realize I could do or did do until I started realizing certain things about certain experiences.

Lately I've been getting some downloads about certain experiences I've had throughout my life that were outright uncanny. I could never fully make sense of what was happening, or why certain things didn't seem to happen for me but should. I will freely admit that these realizations I'm having are giving me the willies a little bit. It's spooky and a bit alarming.

Walking in the Astral

I want to first talk about something that would happen to me as a child. Often times, I'd wake up at night needing to go pee. So, I'd get out of my bed, and for some reason the threshold from my bedroom to the hallway would change the hallway. A hallway that is only 3 feet wide would suddenly become 20 feet wide and slowly continue expanding. My brother's door would vanish. The living room to the right would become a black cavernous pit. The inside of my head would feel pulled, stretched, and turned upside down.

I'd stand there, wrapped in a blanket, shivering in fear and confusion, wondering how I could possibly cross this vast expanse. Also wondering if I was dreaming. But I'd pinch myself, it would hurt, and I'd realize I was wide awake. I was so scared, but I really had to pee and eventually the need to go would win out over the fear. So, I'd screw my eyes shut and RUN across the hallway! Only to find myself in my bathroom 2 seconds later, frantically slapping the lights on, and sanity would be restored. The hallway is just a hallway. My brother's bedroom door is there. The living room is just a dark living room. My head would feel normal again.

Some nights, I'd cry in relief. Some nights, I just accepted the adventure. Some nights, it didn't happen and I would silently thank God that it didn't happen.

What was happening, though?

I have tried to research this over and over again throughout my life--that's how much the experience puzzled me. It's a case of my reality turning into Alice in Wonderland right before my eyes. A lot of my research just told me it was an illusion in my head or something I was making up or a seizure. None of that sat right with me.

Until the other day when I realized something a bit chilling. When this experience would happen to me, I was physically walking in the lower astral. Not mentally. Not energetically. No, my physical body was crossing that perceptual boundary right into the lower astral, and that's what my house in the lower astral was like. I just didn't know that's what was happening.

There are many more instances of strange distortions in reality happening to me throughout this life. None quite so prominent as what I just told you.

Here's another example. The basketball court in middle school would sometimes start to warp and move. I would be sitting there watching a game or waiting for my turn in gym, and the court floor would start wobbling and waving like it was made of water. I'm seeing the lower astral version of the court right as I sit there pulling up my gym socks.

Another one I've also shared here, but I'll share again is turning a corner in a city, and the city block I'm looking at does not belong there. I've walked into the lower astral and now I'm seeing that block in the lower astral. Which isn't creepy all the time. In these cases, the block would simply lose any sense of time and place. It would become timeless.

There have also been times of being inside buildings, and suddenly I'll come across a place where the lower astral is touching the physical world. It's like a pocket of weird. Not cold. Not hot. Not dark or light. Weird. A pocket of weird. I'll suddenly feel really weird and distorted as I pass through that little pocket.

It happens sometimes when driving, too. My old neighborhood where I grew up had a specific street where when I drove down it, I would suddenly have to either stop my car or drive very carefully. It was that "Alice in Wonderland" feeling all over again, but incredibly strong and the entire length of that street. I can tell you it's extremely difficult to operate a vehicle in those conditions, because you can easily forget where the physical road is and the astral road is as they layer over each other. I've had this happen other times while driving in other locations.

It's like passing through a "hole" in the physical world.

Being Touched

Then there's being touched. This happens more frequently now than it used to. I get touched a lot by my spirit team and loved ones. Usually it happens at night, but I can have this happen while wide awake, too. I might be minding my own business, and I'll feel someone touching me. Usually my shoulder or the top of my head or my hair. Somebody likes playing with my hair, big time. Not that I mind. Or I might suddenly feel the body heat of someone in the non-local standing right next to me.

Or, and this was heart-melting, I've felt one of my passed on dogs rub up against my legs like they used to do. Sometimes it's a lean (Jack). Sometimes it's like a cat rubbing their face only dog height (Kodi).

It used to freak me out, but now I take comfort in it because I have figured out who's who in the Non-Local Universe around me. I also understand generally if some being is able to touch me and not get fried by my vibration, they themselves are a high vibrational being. Anything vibrating too low like a negative entity cannot handle contact with even my energy field. I burn them like a vampire in sunlight.

Seeing Ghosts?

So, here's something that has puzzled me for a long time as well. A lot of starseeds can see ghosts, because they're sensitive. I have often wondered why, aside from "ghost cat", I have never seen what other people describe as ghosts: semi-transparent people or shadow figures.

Until the other day my soul dropped this question in my head like a bomb: What if you didn't know they were ghosts?

I thought, "How could I not know someone was a ghost?" And then I wondered...well I might not know someone was a ghost if my experience with them was so localized that I thought they were physical, living people.

Now that I look back at the beginning of this post, I think it's entirely probable that I have encountered ghosts many times throughout my life, but I simply didn't register that they were dead people. I thought they were living people, because I could see them as solid and never saw them doing anything particularly ghostly. Nor were they wearing anything outlandish.

But I think the types of dead I was seeing were people who recently died. And it would happen on public transport (which I do not often take, but there are a few times where I have no choice like at an airport). Or it could happen in the street. A few times, I have bumped into them and gone "Oh, sorry." and not even known that was a dead person.

In asking why that is happening, why do I run into them, it's because they're anxious about having died and I'm a big, giant, luminous being to them. So they flock to me like a moth wanting comfort around a flame. When they enter my energy field, it's like my energy gives them a hug and lets them know everything is going to be okay.

Much of this happens without my being fully aware of it. Sometimes I might get an odd feeling about someone I just walked by, and while my ego wants to assign the label of "that person is dangerous", my soul is assigning the label of "that person just died".

Hearing Ghosts

Thing is, though, I have experienced times where ghostly activity has happened around me. When I was younger, it would scare the pants off of me. I didn't like hearing footsteps in silent rooms or knocks and bumps in the house.

But once I understood my own abilities as a medium and my own connection to the Non-Local Universe, I stopped fearing them. Because I can open doors to Source and send them Home. Which is all most of them want anyway if they're coming around to bother me enough that I actually notice them.

It's easy enough to do. All I have to do is imagine a doorway of white light, tell whomever it is that it is there and they can go through it. And usually, I see in my mind them go through it...then I close it up and make the doorway disappear.

One night I was having a dream about something, and this man suddenly interrupts the dream sequence. Alarmed, I wake up and I hear in my head very clearly, "Hello, my name is Milton and I died in 1920..." Half asleep, I realize this is a dead person who has somehow found me and wants my attention. I can't make out all that he's telepathically telling me, but I pick up enough to understand he's politely introducing himself and how he died.

I ask him telepathically back, "Would you like help going Home to Source?"

"Yes, m'am, I would," he says back.

So I open the door and tell him sleepily, "I've opened a door just there on the armoire. It'll take you Home. All you have to do is walk into it."

He says, "Thank you." My eyes are still closed, and I can see through my eyelids the white door and silhouetted is a man in a frock coat and top hat. He gets consumed by the light, I imagine the door closed, and go back to sleep.

Before I fall asleep I think, "Well, at least he was polite about it." And then suddenly I'm smiling, because I'm remembering the scene from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers when Merry and Pippin meet King Theoden.

Their general comment goes something like this: "So that was a king, was it?" "Hm! Very polite."

I thank you for your time. Adiamas.

--Kyriel