It started in Australia when I was 19 and psychologically not in good shape.
Lying in bed one night, I felt my body being tugged upwards by some unseen force. Fear and confusion set in. My body went stiff as a board and I tried as hard as I could to counter this force by anchoring myself to the bed. The harder I tried to anchor myself, the stronger the tug got. I could neither call out for help nor move, at all.
It felt like a powerful magnetic pulling me upwards. The pull ran down the full length of my body. This pull finally got so powerful that in one very sudden move, my "body" sprang upwards, still stiff as a board. It felt like I was going to keep going until I landed face down on the floor at the end of the bed. However, once up, I was able to call out. As soon as I did, I found that I was lying back in bed. Wow! What sort of a dream was that? It felt like it really happened! I relaxed and forgot about it.
Unfortunately, that was only the beginning. It happened over and over again. I never knew, though, when it would happen. I presumed it was some sort of nightmare connected with my psychological state. I found I could recognize the signs that it was about to happen and I could stop it if I shot out of bed before the tugging actually started. After a while, I would go back to bed and everything was fine the rest of the night. I had got it beat!
But soon, it got the better of me, again. One night, after shooting out of bed, the tug started again as soon as I lay back down. There were many nights when I would lay down and jump up a dozen or more times in a frantic effort to stop what was about to happen. It got to the stage that I would stay up many nights drinking coffee to stay awake to stop it from happening.
About 10 years later, firm in the belief that it had to do with my psychological state, I went to a medium to see what the future held. At one point, she looked up at me smiling and said, "Oh, you Astral Traaaaaaaavel!" "Pardon me?" After some explanation as to what that was, I thought, "How ridiculous!" But she was so nice and I didn't want to offend her, so I just said "No". Gently, in a manner similar to Rook's, she insisted and eventually pried out of me my experiences with my "nightmares".
Eventually she convinced me and told me there was nothing to be scared of and I should just relax and let it happen. She said I had a Guide out there protecting me and waiting to teach me many things. She said it was my destiny to learn from my Guide and that I could be very powerful if I allowed myself to be taught. It was such a long time ago, I can't remember, powerful what. Phsychic, Medium.?
She reassured me that I couldn't get lost because of a silver chord that would keep me grounded or something like that. I relaxed a bit. Suddenly I had a thought, was there any way AT ALL that I could get lost and she said only if the chord was broken or cut! "How could that happen?" She explained that if my body was moved or badly shaken, it could get broken! Now I had reservations again. I had 2 kids. What if they woke one night and came and shook me awake?
Curious, I decided I would try and relax next time and "test the waters", but I still had doubts. One night, I let go and the "tug" on my body wasn't as strong, I suppose because I didn't struggle as much against it. Once up, my feelings were, "Oh my gosh, is this really happening?" I made a CONSCIOUS decision to go and check on my kids. I floated out my door and down the passage towards my daughter's room. I floated over her bed and SAW her sweet little face, fast asleep. It was the most amazing feeling. What an amazing way to check on the kids without even getting out of bed. I was in awe of myself! I moved out and went next door to check on my son. Sweet little thing! I was actually controlling where I was going!
Having checked on the kids, I felt I'd had enough. I remembered the bit about the chord breaking and fear was setting in. So, I floated back down the corridor towards my bedroom. But instead of the bed, I was floating towards my bedroom window. I sensed I was going to go through the window to the outside but from there, I didn't know where I would go. I thought to myself "Bed. Bed." but I was still heading for the window! Overwhelmed now with panic, I tried to pull back from the window and after a struggle, I suddenly found myself in my bed once again. I can't remember seeing a silver chord but I don't think I did.
After that feeling of losing control and almost floating to the outside, I have fought it off ever since. The whole thing stopped happening quite a few years ago. But, a few months ago, I did have a strange sense that it was about to start again and prepared to jump out of bed. I sat up and my "feelers" went out but I thought "Nah! It's paranoia, why would it start up again after so many years?" It hasn't happened since.
I would like to know exactly what was happening, what was causing that tug? How does it feel to others when they leave their bodies? Why was it involuntarily and so persistent no matter how hard I fought it? Is everybody able to do this if they have an open mind? Does everyone who has these experiences have a Guide out there waiting to teach them? Why me?
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There were some 'debates' I tried to draw to my Experience because they were 'off topic' or down right mean sprited and the O/P's did not the the 'extra drama' in a place they came looking for answers.
As many comments as there are one that Experience there were many more who never 'sounded off again' either on my Experience or on other peoples Experiences on the site.
Respectfully,
Rook