Is there intelligent life in the Astral or are we just reaching out and touching Ourselves?
By Agent Slacker

One night I was really psyching up myself to meet my good friend Traveller on the Astral. So there I am asleep after 20 minutes when I hear a voice. "So you want to know what death feels like the dark figure says and while I'm trying to contemplate the meaning of death jumps at me and tries to smother me. I fought back heroically and managed to get the thing off with the supreme tactic of crying like a baby. After the thing left disgusted I was awake with an Astral hum in my ears and after awhile was able to hear the thunderstorm outside. So here I am thinking I'm this close to the Astral now why don't I just fly out of my body. Well I didn't go far, landing on the soft carpet next to the bed. I'm still wondering what the hell happened there.

In a more recent news I was trying to get some sleep which is impossible with the thin walls in my apartment. So I think why don't I put on that tape that suppose to activate me Astrally, knowing that it always puts me to sleep and that it will drown out Russian Television Network in the neighboring apartment. So, I lay there in a state between sleep and reality and heard mildly instructions on touching your astral arms together. That's easy I thought through the haze anyone can touch their own arm. it took me full ten seconds to realize that it was not my physical arm that I was touching. Of course I was awake within a second.

And that is how I the story of me touching myself.

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