Last night, I went to sleep with such heavy depression and sadness, the negative energy caused me to feel physically worn out. My body ached so much and my breath was so short, I could barely calm my nerves. And even though my relaxation CD was aimed to calm, the low volume felt as if it was being magnified, second after second. All together, I felt like I was experiencing a full-body migraine.
After a while, I managed to fall asleep. At around 1:30 A.M. I lifted, without turning over, out of my body. I floated through my bedroom door, out into the hallway and into the living room. Once I realized I was in the dark, I got scared and quickly floated back to get back into my body (funny: I wasn't scared of the fact that I was out of my body. I was simply afraid of the dark!). My journey back was a bit of a struggle mainly because I rushed my movement. It seemed like the more I tried to speed up, the slower I floated. Still facing the ceiling, I reached approximately 3 feet above my body, and in a spasmodic manner, my spirit began settling itself. I liken the action to trying to stop fan blades with one's hands; the blades resist, but slowly give and stop because of the energy you are placing on it.
When I finally got back into my body, I took the next step to recovery and began forcing my eyelids open! Although I was still disoriented, I managed to open them just enough to see my arms stretched upward in a 90 degree angle, with my hands folded together as if I had been praying. As I continued to come to, I gasped 3 or 4 VERY deep breaths. It was as if I was holding it for a very long time. In addition, I realized that there was a possibility that the positioning of my arms and hands was significant to my experience.
Back to a normal mental state, I allowed my arms to remain in the praying position so that I could study what was left over from my experience. At this point, I was so awestruck, I tried to leave my body again. I was able to begin the process by lifting up just enough to know that my spirit was separating from my body, but failed to actually get completely out of myself.
In full recovery, I said out loud: My prayer was answered; God let me leave my body during this great time of stress. I asked and the creator delivered. My God, I love you. Thank you Azna, thank you Om, thank you, thank you・. I could not think of anything else to say except, Thank you. I am so blessed in this life to feel, know and experience Home, so often. For this, I am SO blessed.