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Sci Fi & Fantasy / Untitled book... "Astral Projection" Part 2
Later that night, as I sat on the black-leathered couch next to Jon, I found myself looking around at the computer room. It made me laugh. It had only been a week since the room was finally built onto the house. The floors were still bare plywood, chunks of drywall were scattered along the edges of the walls, and the walls hadn’t yet been painted. The smell of construction still lingered in the air. Although the room was barren, we had made it our spot. With two computers side-by-side and a big leather couch sit on, nevertheless a loud stereo system, it was quite comfortable.
“Through your eyes, you think we’re all the same!!!”, screamed the voice of the rapper through the speakers.
Turning up the stereo and surfing the web was what me and Jon did, day in and day out, both knowing that all the while we were waisting time away.
“Oh, my god,” laughed Jon while he pointed at his computer screen.
I took my attention off examining the room and looked at his screen. He was watching some guy get knocked out with a shovel. Usually, it would make me laugh, but I couldn’t stop thinking about tonight.
I was obsessed, point blank. There was not a minute of that day that I wasn’t thinking about my projection attempts. The experience I had the night before was so unreal, and I planned on replicating it after dinner. The sensations were so vivid in my mind. The fear that came over me during the “warping” phase, I desired.
I was staring blankly into his computer screen, lost in thought. Jon’s stare drew me back into reality. I looked at him and laughed.
“I just can’t stop thinkin’ about it.”
“I wouldn’t doubt it. That stuff is crazy,” he laughed.
I adjusted my seating position to face my computer, leaning forward and reaching for the mouse. I decided to find someone online to talk to, who also practices projection, to give me some advice. Actually, I just wanted to find someone who knew.
I went to a search engine and typed “astral projection community”. I figured maybe I’d find an online community of people who knew a lot about the subject, and could discuss my past experiences with. Besides, it would be fun.
I found an interesting link, and with a leap of excitement down in my gut, I clicked. I quickly found the forums, the section of the site in which people post and discuss many different topics.
This has gotta be the place, I thought.
I saw a topic labeled “Need help projecting”, and decided to investigate.
The body of the post read, “I have been trying to astral project for a couple of weeks now, but I can’t seem to get out of my body. I start to feel like I’m falling, but I can’t get any farther. HELP!!!.”
“Dude!”, I yelled at Jon, who was sitting right beside me tranced into his computer. “I’m doing it right, man. This guy says he feels like he’s falling when he trys.”
“Really?”, Jon said with his eyebrows perked up in interest.
“Yea. Forreal.” I said, very serious.
I scrolled down the web page to see what anyone had to say about his question. The first reply was from someone named Hawk033, which read, “It’s good that you have reached the falling stage. Now, you have to pull yourself away from you body. It rarely happens on it’s own, that’s why you must force it to. Imagine your arms are pulling a rope dangling above your head. If everything is right, you should come out. Hope this helps!”
I gotta talk to Hawk, I thought desperately.
I decided to send Hawk033 a message.
“Yo, know anything about astral projection?”, I wrote.
As I waited, I started becoming anxious, hungrily crying out, aggravated from keeping all this projection stuff to myself.
“Yea, who is this?”, Hawk033 replied.
Oh, god. He replied! I thought.
I was ecstatic. Finally, someone.
“I’m Caleb. You don’t know me, but I came across your name on the projection community, and was wonderin’ if I could talk to you about astral projection.”
“Sure,” he wrote. “What would you like to know?”
“Well…”
I paused. Where do I start? There’s so much! I didn’t know where to begin. Not to waist any time, in case he vanished into the net, I asked the most important question I could think of.
“I’m at the stage where I feel like I‘m falling. Where do I go from there?”
A few moments went by with no response. I became a little worried. Maybe he’s busy. So I sat their, staring at my computer screen with the highest hopes.
“Know anything about consciousness?” he finally responded.
Consciousness?, I thought. I had an idea about what it was, but didn’t thoroughly understand what he was talking about.
“What about it?” I asked.
As I waited on his response, I thought about it. Consciousness. Consciousness was life, being alive. People are conscious, living things are conscious. But what exactly was he getting at?
“Consciousness is the base of astral projection. When you are outside of your body, what do you think you’re made of? You are made of consciousness.”
Oh, my god. I thought in a moment of clarity. It was so clear now. Of course! When you are outside of your body, you are conscious, you are consciousness.
Although I started to grasp the big picture, I was still unclear of what he was trying to tell me.
“Wow,” I began. “So what exactly are you talking about?”
“Tell me, what do you feel like when you are in the “falling” state?”
“Well, at fist I start to feel like I’m falling. But the longer I hold myself there, I start feeling like I’m warping. I dunno, it’s hard to explain.”
“And how long have you been projecting?” he asked.
“Few months now.”
“Only a few months? Wow. Something is going on. That’s a short time for a beginner to be warping.”
I was clueless. A short time for a beginner? What is he talking about? The way I understood his message, I was gaining skill faster than I should.
“I’ll tell you a secret,” he started. “When you feel like you are falling or warping, what you are actually doing is converting energy into consciousness. You have to convert energy into consciousness, and when you reach a peak, and you‘ll know when you do, projection should happen.”
It all hit me at once, and I began laughing. I couldn’t stop. I finally understood. Consciousness was the basis of this whole scenario, and I knew exactly what to do. I had to convert energy into consciousness. What excited me the most was that I knew exactly how to do it.
I started replying wildly with messages of e-laughter.
“LOL. OMG. LOL. OH MY GOD. That is incredible! OMG. LOL. I can’t stop laughing!”
“You’re doing it now.” he replied.
“Doing what?”
“Building consciousness.”
That made me laugh harder. I sat back and rested my head on the couch, laughing hysterically. I held my stomach due to laughing-pains. I was learning what it really means to be in awe. I guess this was my way of handling it. Through the laughter, I looked at Jon, who had a look on his face that said “What the heck are you doing?”. That made me laugh even harder. The thought ran through my head, I can’t believe that laughing is actually converting energy into consciousness.
“Ah, man.” I said as I sat up and began catching my breath. “It’s definitely gonna happen now. I found the key. Consciousness.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked. I could see that he had no idea of what was going on.
“Convert energy into consciousness. This guy just told me that. Now, I’m definitely gonna be outta my body.”
Jon was confused, and didn’t bother asking any question, which would only lead to more confusion.
I understood this perfectly.
“Alright man,” I said as I glanced over at Jon intently. “Let’s see what happens.”
It was after dinner and we had returned to the computer room.
I sat in a reclined position on the couch next to Jon, placing headphones connected to the computer over my ears. Trying to project with some relaxing music seemed like a good idea. I squirmed a bit to get comfortable, placed my arms gently on the arm-rests, and laid my head back.
The music I chose to aid me was Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon“ album, which is a soft, psychedelic rock. It was a perfect choice, because the music would help me relax, and wouldn’t cause any abrupt disturbances in my concentration.
Closing my eyes, I started my meditation. With a slight opening of my lips; taking in a breath, and gently letting out, attaching all discomfort and unease with it. I imagined the in-breaths being full with a pure, white light, that of ease and comfort; the out-breaths with dark, gloomy color; of stress and uncertainty. Each moment that passed grew more relaxing. From time to time, a tiny wave of numbness would tingle from my toes and work it’s way up through my legs.
Thoughts would pop into my head. With invisible effort, pushing them aside became my task, seeing them break apart and vanish from the canvas of my mind. The spaces between them grew wider, with each seeming more distant. Filling these empty fields were swirls of color and spots of light, moving freely in no particular direction.
All the while, sudden sensations of peace and carelessness falling over me. I welcomed this, as if it were a friend who hadn’t visited in a while.
Becoming more disconnected, more relaxed; my breathing nearly working on it‘s own. I was slowly giving in.
This helps. I thought. With stresses and worries of the day clinging to my back, this was a great way to just let go. I could find a place deep within myself to escape the grasp of the world, and build my relationship with the peace that lies beneath it all.
With the warmth of relaxation taking over, and the nuisance of thoughts far in the distance, I turned my attention toward the music in my headphones. It would guide off any lingering annoyances, and cast me deeper into myself.
“Hello, is there any body in there?”, the calm voice sang to me through the headphones. “…there is no pain, you are receding…”
The gentle sounds of orchestra and the soft strums of quitar strings carried me into the pureness of mind I had been working for. “Buzz” began to flicker now. Distance between me and my body started growing, as if gravity were tugging me away. The sensation reminded me of riding fast in a car with my eyes closed. Being still, yet moving in some unrecognizable fashion.
I was getting good at this.
“…a distance ship’s smoke on the horizon…”
Though there were very few thoughts at this point, the one’s that did come through were as vivid as looking at them with my own eyes. Night time. A ship on the ocean’s horizon with grey, puffing smoke ascending from a chimney. The moon’s reflection on the dark, ocean water against a black night spotted with stars. The view created itself at the voice’s command.
With little effort, I pulled the thought away to insure my focus.
I was very deep now. I long since lost track of how much time had passed. The only thing I knew was dance of my imagination, nothing more.
“…you are only coming through in waves…”
Convert energy into consciousness. Falling. If I wanted to get further than this, that is what I needed to do. So I imagined myself falling.
“BEUUP,” was the sound that echoed from my head to the bottom of my feat. As suddenly as I experienced this, a wave that made me feel like I was Jello entered the awareness in my head and propagated through, down to the soles of my feet. It was like lying on the surface of water as a wave passes underneath you, but in my experience, the wave went through my actual being, causing my awareness itself to move in a wave-like fashion. For a second, my head felt higher than the rest of my body, falling back in place as my chest lifted, and so on.
What was that? I asked myself. As seeing a ghost or God Himself, I was just as dumbfounded. Uncertainty swelled into me. I didn’t know if I wanted to continue, though I knew exactly what had to be happening. My link between my physical body and my consciousness was becoming loose, detached.
Inside, I started to panic.
“…your lips move, but I can’t hear what your sayin’…”
“…squeeeeeellllll…” came a piercing noise through the headphones, sounding like a recording being played backwards, and sped up.
In a split second, in the blackness of my mind, appeared hundreds of small, green molecules floating about. The image gave me the impression that my mind had shredded apart due to the sudden noise.
“AHHHHHHHH!” I screamed in fear as I ferociously scrambled up, ripping the headphones from my head. My eyes were closed tight, and I was gasping for breath, due to fear taking it away. I was whimpering now, like a child lost in the wilderness.
Because of my deep concentration on the whole experience, the sound seemed to come from within my thoughts, and the eeriness of it scared me to death. I can honestly say that the fear I felt at that moment was dark, black evil in its purest form.
As I leaned back, wiping tears from my eyes, I heard Jon ask me “What’s wrong?”
He was still sitting beside me there on the couch, with total confusion resting on his face.
“Oh, my god,” I said.
I began to laugh. As the chaos in me subsided, I realized what happened. I had placed a corrupted song track in my music list.
“I was meditatin’, listenin’ to music. I think I put a screwed up track in there. When I heard it, man, it scared me to death.”
“Oh, so that’s what that noise was. I was tryin’ to figure out where it was coming from.”
After a second, something hit me.
“Hey, how long did you hear it?”
“’Bout two minutes.”
He was trying to figure out where it was coming from for two minutes? I thought. I was confused, that didn’t make any since.
“How? I only heard that “screeching” for a split second.” I puzzled.
“I dunno, but I was like, “”What the heck is that noise?””. I looked around for a second, but didn’t know where it was.”
I put the pieces together, which the outcome didn’t match.
“How did you hear that noise for two minutes? ‘Cause I only heard it for a split second.”
Something didn’t fit. If he was hearing the noise for two minutes, while I only heard it for a split second, that means something was out of place. It would seem that either we both would have heard it for two minutes, or we both would have heard it for short moment. I clearly remember hearing “your lips move but I can’t hear what your sayin’” and directly after was that horrid sound. This was getting strange.
I decided to do some research on consciousness, energy, and anything I thought would relate to projection. I came across a lot of interesting things, which further strengthened my knowledge and understanding on projection.
I found out that things; objects, such as chairs, cars, etc…, aren’t only solid structures made of atoms, but are actually forms of energy. According to Einstein’s e=mc2 equation, mass and energy are the same thing. Therefore, my body is a huge structure of energy. Considering that I am made of atoms, and my atoms are actually forms of energy, and finally I must convert the energy in my body into consciousness, I gained a better understanding of what I must do during my meditation. I knew that consciousness was awareness, and any form of feeling or sensation was awareness. I concluded that as long as I am having some sort of sensation, then I am creating consciousness. Converting energy into consciousness my new quest.
Another important thing I came across, which dynamically affected the way I viewed projection, and the world in general, was an interesting science called Quantum Physics. There is a lot to know about the science, but the basis of it was this. Atoms can be in 2 or more places at once. When we think of atoms, we picture them as little baseballs, centralized in a specific place. But Quantum Physics said that these baseballs can actually exist in 2 or more locations, and this statement was based on repeated experiments in the laboratory.
This fact gave me an insight. Maybe, just maybe, during the experience in which I felt as if my body were a wave, those were the atoms of my body existing in another place, and what I had done is moved my consciousness of my original body into the wave-body.
Walking to Scarborough’s house that day was something I hated doing. Being at his house was great, but the walk was the part I hated. From Jon’s to Scarborough’s was a good half mile, with two huge hills to walk up. Along with the summer sun beating down on us and the constant battle with traffic, I was winded.
Scarborough was a real good friend of mine. He was a lot older than me, in his late 30’s or early 40’s. He lived right in front of my mom’s trailer. During the hard times with living with mom, him and his mom, who we called Granny Gale, would take care of me. They would feed me when I was hungry. I remember walking over there with a towel and clothes, asking if I could have a shower. They didn’t mind. He wouldn’t say a word as he held the door open for me. I felt like he couldn’t help his fatherly nature when it came to me, and it almost seemed like he intended to use it.
I couldn’t wait to get over there and tell him about what all was going on.
“What you think Scarborough will say about all this projection crap?” I asked Jon as we walked.
“I have no idea. I just hope we smoke one when we get there.”
“He’s probably gonna think I’m dumb as hell.”
As we came strampling into his front yard, I could see him through the glass door sitting on the couch. He was hunched over watching T.V. It only took a few more yards for us to approach for him to turn his head and notice us. By his facial expression, he looked like he was watching something very interesting on T.V. It made me laugh. Good ol’ Scarborough. I thought.
He was happy to see us when we walked in.
“What’s up boys.”
“Nothin’ much, man. Just stoppin’ by for a bit. We ain’t got much to do these day.” I replied.
I really like Scarborough. The fact that he was a lot older then us made me feel more appreciated, and I liked that.
“What you up to today?” Jon asked him.
“Aw, nothin’ much. Same shit, different day. You know.”
Me and Jon laughed as we sat down in the two recliners across from him. It felt like home over here. Probably because there wasn’t as hectic as it was a mom’s, and a lot less children than at Jon’s. Or maybe it was the way the sun fell on that small living room. I’m not sure which, but it just felt so homey there.
“Hell, you ain’t smokin’ on nothin’ today are you?” Jon asked. It had been a couple days since Jon had smoked, and I could see that he thought he could use it.
“Well, I don’t really feel like lightin’ one up right now. I tell you what, take this piece back with you when y’all leave,” he said as he broke a piece of bud off and handed it to Jon.
“You ain’t gotta do that,” I reassured. Even though I objected, I knew he’d let us take it anyway.
“Y’all are my boys, man. It ain’t no problem.”
“Where’s Mrs. Gale at?” I asked.
“She’s in the back asleep.”
She was very old in age, maybe in her 80’s. But she was as lively as anyone. Very short woman, just like Scarborough. White hair. Very nice though, always trying to make you comfortable when you visited.
Usually, we would sit around and smoke. Talk about how his daughter and her boyfriend is doing. Talk about what kind of work he was trying to get. Even talk about some of his prison stories. But I had something on my mind.
“Hey, you like hearing about freaky junk?” I hesitantly asked with a laugh to discuise the unease of the question.
He turned his eyebrows up in curiosity. “Well yea, sure.”
“Check this out. I found out about something’. I know it’s gonna sound stupid, that’s why I ain’t gonna say much about it, but it’s stuck on my mind. Umm. I can leave my body and float around, dude.”
I let out a few laughs because I knew it sounded extremely stupid. Even so, I just wanted to know what he had to think about it.
“Do what?”, he asked. He had the craziest look on his face.
“I can come outta my body man. You know, float around and stuff.”
He was as confused as Jon usually is about this stuff. I could see that he wasn’t going to understand anything I would tell him.
“Be careful with that stuff, boy.” he said firmly.
“Yea, I know. But I don’t think you can get hurt, I heard it’s a natural, human thing.”
“Just be careful.”
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davet reviewed Version 1 -
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Starts off well. Nice sense of place and well described. Why “nevertheless” a loud stereo?
wasting not waisting
bottom of my feat – feet
Some others as well but it gets boring wasting your credits on that stuff.
I enjoyed the chapter. I like the idea of the internet chatroom and the advaice – though your characters seemed to have little interest in who exactlybthis hawk033 was. Me? I’d have wanted to know just who he was.
Conversely you talk about the screech and the time disparity for ages… The reader gets it after the second mention.
I like the 1st person narration, keeps the empathy going well.
Perhaps Scarborough has more experience than your hero recognises? It is all abit 60’s after all…
Enjoyable and fun. Just watch the littel typoes.
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Tyrammafar reviewed Version 1 -
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Alright… I am going to have to be very brutally blunt here. This is weird. Plain and simple, I think that something just isn’t right about this story. It looks good, it seems alright, but something just doesn’t fell right about it. Try reading it out loud a few times and see, because there’s something missing that really needs to be put in. It one of those things I guess…
divineleolady reviewed Version 1 -
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Overall a very descriptive piece. You did an excellent job immersing the reader in the story. The images you depicted were so vivid that I could feel myself in the story. You did a very good job of drawing me in and getting me extremely interested in where the story would go. Love the topic. Some great vocabulary usage as well.
A few grammatical issues that could stand to be cleaned up a bit:
First, in the line “With two computers side-by-side and a big leather couch sit on, nevertheless a loud stereo system, it was quite comfortable”, I believe you are missing the word “to” after “couch”.
You used the phrase “waisting time” when it should read “wasting time”. You did this a few times. There is also some confusion with the use of “there” and “their”, a common mistake.
newfound reviewed Version 1 -
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well, you’re attempting alot of goals, and i think that--with some work--who knows, you might accomplish some of them…
this, however, woul dbe after you touch up at least what i’ve read here. the story is, basically, well-wrought and is intrinsically a good story, however in its execution there are some issues and some niceties you might place into it. this being said, i feel it needs to have some zest pumped into it, maybe replacing a few of the dull adjectives with creative, suggestive and/or metaphorical ones. do this and i feel most of what is wrong might be fixed.
good luck.
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I read the first part of the Astral Projection story and it appears to be flowing very nicely. I think you are doing a good job of conveying your thoughts and getting the readers to see and feel the excitement and desire you have to complete this act. The main character Caleb seems to want to be really understood by his friend Jon but is beginning to see the frustration of how others are not usually as much in love with our dreams as we are. I’m not an editor or reviewer so I am basing this off of my ability to understand what you are attempting to convey. I also am aware of what astral projection is and would personally never engage in that type of activity because of it’s nature. Astral projection is an illegal spiritual act. It is the process of taking total control of your spirit and propelling yourself into the spirit realm.
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