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This experience happened a few years ago now, maybe 3 or so.

I had an astral projection once, where instead of exiting my body and simply finding myself in my room, I experienced something akin to what Monroe described once. I’m not sure if this is a past life or what, but more than once I have inhabited the body of others.

Once it was the body of a Japanese man, a soldier, which is an experience I don’t want to get into, and happened multiple times during my childhood. I know the man is Japanese because of the historic context, but again, not the experience I want to discuss.

In this experience, I inhabited the body of an Asian woman. I don’t know where she is/was from, because I don’t understand the historic context in this case. I find it interesting that both individuals in these experiences are of Asian descent, given that I am a South American man, and that is not my ethnicity or nationality. There’s no heritage factor there, or anything. My family is originally from Germany, on both sides.

This is a sad experience, and I’m not sure exactly what time period it took place in, or what was happening exactly. I experienced the life of an Asian woman who was being trafficked, or transported, by some sort of military presence. Me, or this woman, was among a group of other Asian women, all naked, being transported as cargo. I don’t know if it was in an airplane or a helicopter, and there were several of us.

They were all extremely terrified, very quiet, and the inside of the aircraft was dark. I didn’t get to “read the person’s mind” to understand the context better, as in, there was no mental chatter or recap. I have no idea what happened, the context, or who she is. I don’t know her nationality either, I just know she is Asian. I wasn’t given some sort of life review of who they are, nor was I in control of the actions, just a first-person observer.

Once we arrive, wherever it is we arrive, several soldiers direct the women on where to go, and order them off the aircraft. I’m not sure if they are soldiers, or some sort of militia, but they are holding rifles, and they look like soldiers to me because of uniform. All the women, naked and barefoot, are directed on where to go and ordered around in a language I can’t understand. After that, I don’t know what happens. The vision or experience was fairly brief, but very real. Too brief, unfortunately, to fully understand the context.

I don’t know if this could be an actual historical event or not, I could also be misreading what was actually happening. Again, no one gave me any context, I’m just relaying what I saw. The people in the aircraft were clearly in distress, but I don’t know exactly why or what was happening, I’m just assuming based on what I saw and felt.

I also find the method of transportation odd, but maybe I’m making assumptions. When I think of these things, I’d assume transportation would happen on a ship, or buss, or train, not aircraft. How ever, that could just be me being uneducated on the matter.

I never had this experience happen again, and I have no idea who that woman is. I assumed past life at the time it happened, but I don’t really know for a fact. The experience didn’t feel like a lesson, nor did I feel a deep sense of connection to the person after the fact. It’s just something I got to experience, and that was that. Whatever it was.

Log of sequence of very bizarre events all happening within the last 3-4h - 05/27/26.

This is a personal experience log, so I’m sorry if it’s incoherent or all over the place, I have no idea what happened here. Bare with me, because it’s an extremely weird and nonsensical sequence of events that are hard to explain.

Projection starts, and my first thought is to try to check on family in my home country. I’ve been actively trying to figure out a consistent way to get as close as possible to the physical, similar to what Monroe described.

The way I have been getting around in the astral lately is by the use of “portals”. I figured out that the most effective way, at least for me, to get to specific places or do certain things, is by creating tools. For the past 6 months or so, most of my time has been dedicated to creating and testing different tools and seeing what I can accomplish with them.

What I have realized is that just about anything I can’t seem to consistently do, if I delegate the burden of function to a tool, I can use it for that purpose more efficiently. The tool helps guide intention more effectively, and it’s probably a way to trick the brain in to making something possible that otherwise may not be. Delegation of function has allowed me to do a lot. One of these uses, is creating portals or wormholes, or whatever we want to call it.

The portal looks like an opening within space, like a cut. I go through it, and what often happens is this - it feels very computer-like. I’m not sure how else to describe it, but it’s not like I cross it and I’m instantly where I want. There’s a “rendering time”, like a loading screen. I’ll be floating forward through it, and all kinds of random things pass by me for maybe 10 secs. Everything looks compressed and distorted during this time.

Eventually, I just appear somewhere else, which is exactly what happened. I appear in one of my family’s houses, their beach house.

I search the house looking for someone, but no one is there. I then look out the balcony, and I see a ton of people. I jump off the balcony to fly down, so I can speak to them. Except I don’t fly, and this long free fall happens. I land on my knees.

This is the best way I can describe how it felt: imagine if you were to just jump off a building, then when you hit the ground you feel all that impact concentrated in the area you landed on (the knees), but there’s no pain and nothing breaks. That’s what it felt like, impact with no pain.

So I’m a bit confused and checking my knees to see if I didn’t turn in ground beef. I’m wondering why I couldn’t fly and what went wrong. These 2 individuals that were walking together approach me. It’s an older man and a younger woman.

They ask if I’m ok, that it was a long fall. I’m sitting on the floor and I look up at them, they look like normal people.

I ask them, why can’t I fly? They tell me that they also can’t fly, and ask me if I’m not from there. I say no, just visiting. They say I can’t be there. I ask why? The woman says nothing, but the old man tries to tell me something about the government. He has such a thick accent I can barely understand him. Something about the government either “anchoring”, or “enching”, no idea what he was trying to say.

I kept basically saying -“hu?”. And he kept struggling to communicate, so I’d look at the woman and ask if she could translate, but she wouldn’t respond.

So I asked him -“you mean the government is watching? I don’t care friend, I’m not worried”. In the back of my mind I’m thinking this guy is nuts, why are we talking about the government right now? The government of where? Seemed nonsensical to me.

He kept urging me to leave. In the back of my mind I’m thinking, there’s no government here, what’s this guy’s deal.

I asked them what year it was. They seemed puzzled by the question and had no idea what I was asking. I then asked if they were alive. They said yes.

I tell them -“don’t you think it’s a little weird that some random person jumped off a building, and here I am alive? Is this normal to you?”

They said that no, it’s not normal, because no one can fly so why would you jump off a building?

I keep trying to communicate that that’s not my point, this is clearly not a physical reality or I’d be dead. They seem confused. I then think of the most stupid question I can think of, just to see the reaction -“are aliens real?”. They laugh, and say no, not that they have seen. I was testing behavior and response patterns, wanted to see if they would egg things on or not. This entire interaction happened so fast, and was so weird. I don’t know what to make of it.

They look like normal people, behave like normal people, but at the same time, the place is not the normal physical. So then what are they? I have also never heard a single mention of “the government” while in the astral, ever.

Before I can ask another question, I just get sucked back in to my body, out of nowhere.

I get up, I look at my room, and my first thought is -“I wasn’t done there. I gotta go back”.

I use the bathroom, lay on my bed again, and 10-15 minutes I’m out. I do the same thing, create a portal again, and the same thing happens. Like a computer rendering a location.

This time I end up in a different house, also my family’s, but different city. This is where I grew up, where my mother grew up, and where my grandfather still lives.

I try to fly to the 14th level where they live, but again, I can’t fly. I do this little awkward jump thing, but nothing happens. I try to delegate the function of flight to an external energy, which is what I often do to move faster, but nothing happens. So I guess I have to take the elevator… which seems stupid, but it is what it is.

A gate guard that I did not recognize lets me in, he’s talking to someone else. My first though was to go ask them questions, but this time I figured I’d play along, maybe something took note of me last time.

I go up the stairs, then the elevator, and it just feels dumb. I guess the thought of having to use an elevator seemed stupid to me, again, why can’t I fly? (It’s normally a nonissue).

Get up to the 14th level, the door is unlocked. I go in, the house is empty. I go in to my mother’s old room, hoping to find her still alive, but no. I try calling for her, asking for guidance or a visit, but nothing happens. Not that this has ever worked, the only time I have ever been able to speak to my deceased mother was on her own terms, but I gave it a shot since I was in her room. I wandered all the rooms of the house looking for someone, but it was empty.

At some point I start to feel this strong vibration, and a magnetic pull, which I assume was my body pulling me back, or something sending me back to my body.

The pull kept getting stronger, and I kept trying to resist it, I wasn’t done there yet. I grab the same tool I used to make the portal, close my eyes, and try giving it the intention that this would allow me to anchor my self in that reality, and stay. I shove the tool on the wooden floor, which is a knife, and it fixes there.

I get on my knees and close my eyes while sinking it in to the floor, using it as a grip, trying to stay stuck there with it. I can feel this odd energy or feeling, like my body is becoming heavier and vibrating. Everything starts to shake, but I feel like stone, very heavy and fixed.

All of a sudden, I feel this gust of wind, like a tornado, and I can’t continue to hold. It forces me to let go of the tool, and blows me out the window like a ragdoll. It’s like I’m being carried with the wind. Very violent, I can barely see, feels like a blizzard.

I then fall on the floor like a rock, I can even hear a “thud”. I find my self on ice.

I look around, and I guess I’m somewhere in the arctic. There’s a horrible blizzard and I can barely see. I see a mixture of these taller and shorter ice platforms things, and I see that if I can climb high enough, there’s some sort of hill or mountain made of rocks covered by snow. So my thought is -“ok, lets get up that mountain and see what’s up there”.

The thing that freaks me out is that between these ice platforms there’s very clear water. I stare from the edge of the ice, down to the water, and it’s an endless dark abyss down there. It gives me a bit of vertigo, and freaks me out. So I just sat there for a while.

I thought to my self -“nothing here can hurt me. I can’t drown, and I can return to my body whenever I want, so there’s nothing to be afraid of”.

I try to fly, and again I can’t. I try to create, with intention, climbing tools, but it just doesn’t work, nothing happens. I touch the ice surface, it’s cold and slippery. My hand can easily slide on the ice, so my thought is that if I try to make this jump, I’m just going to end up in the endless frozen abyss bellow me. I start to question how safe I really am. Thoughts of getting stuck at the bottom of a frozen void of water get the best of me, and I begin to think I should probably call it a day.

I try to jump a bit to see if I can see over the next platform, and when I land, I see my knife almost at the edge of it. I grab the tool, and I stick it in the ice, which punctures pretty well somehow. So my thought is, this is probably good enough to be my climbing tool, let’s give it a shot, and if I fall, I’ll force myself out of the projection before I have to find out what’s at the bottom. There’s no chance in Hell I’m sticking around for that, dark bodies of water freak me out, especially this deep.

I jump to the other platform and use the knife as a grip. I guess I can’t jump very high, because half of my body ends up submerged in water, and who knows why, but it’s cold as fuck. Like I can feel my self wet and cold from the waist down.

I reach with my arm, and pull my self up the platform. I keep repeating a similar strategy with each one until I get to the hill. The rocky hill is not very high, and easy to climb. I get over it, and it’s just… snow. Like an endless desert of snow where I can’t see jack shit past a couple feet, because of this extremely oppressive blizzard.

So then I decide to just aimlessly walk forward. I don’t know what I was hoping to find, it was more of a desire to explore and see what could be there.

I walked, and walked, and walked… I kid you not, I feel like I walked 2h. Which kind of makes sense, because the projection lasted a few hours. This is an interesting detail to me, because time felt pretty equivalent once the experience ended.

I kept aimlessly walking forward, and it was so fucking cold. My nuts were wet and freezing, and I just didn’t feel like doing it anymore. I pushed on, for so long. I kept calling for help, guidance, or something, and nothing would happen. I kept trying to fly, calling for help, trying to “envision” or “manifest” fire, but nothing. I just felt powerless, aimlessly roaming a desert.

I asked if this was a lesson, if there was something I was suppose to find, if there was a point to it, but nothing would answer. The only thing I could hear was the loud noise of wind.

I shove my hands in my pants to try to make myself warm, because it was becoming painful. My feet felt wet and soggy, also freezing. I kept pushing, because, I don’t know… Maybe the curious in me figured something spectacular was just another 5 minutes away. How ever, nothing. At some point I started to feel delirious from the cold, very disoriented. After a long time of nothing, and being uncomfortable, I decided I had enough and just came back. Like a very unceremonious “fuck this” moment.

No idea where I was, what happened, and why I couldn’t do certain things. There was never a point where I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to come back, but I did feel powerless during most of it. Didn’t feel like the majority of AP experiences I normally have, felt limiting and like I was just getting tossed around.

I’m sure everyone here has heard about the silver chord, it’s a tired subject.

This old idea that the soul is linked to the body via a silver chord, and if said chord snaps, you die.

How ever, the vast majority of projectors, my self included, have seen no evidence of such a thing. So where does this idea come from? Was it just complete made up fear mongering nonsense?

I don’t believe so, and I’ll tell you where I think this idea comes from, and why I believe it’s actually backed by firsthand experience. This is just my theory of how the idea came to be, purely conversation.

When I first began astral projecting 13 years a go, especially during involuntary projections, I noticed something very odd. The body would go through this process where, it felt like, the soul or astral body, was fighting with the physical. Your astral body is naturally trying to float up, while some sort of magnetic force is pulling you back. This creates a very unsettling feeling that I have come to refer to as “the tug of war between physical and astral”. The astral body can’t seem to decide what it wants to do, so you feel puled in and pushed out at the same time.

The occult explanation for what is happening here is that, what is often referred to as the astral matrix, is responsible for this. The body seems to have a natural magnetic force that holds the soul in place. It is said that this magnetism, or link, is a fluid of sorts. With practice and experience, the practitioner learns how to dilute this fluid, or force, allowing for further and longer travel.

Needless to say that I’m not trying to convince you that this is how things actually work, I’m just explaining the idea to those who are not familiar, because I believe it ties in to the origin of the silver chord story.

What early practitioners probably observed is exactly what I did early on, a magnetic force that pulls you back in to the body. We know that, in the astral, what you think of will often manifest. So what I assume happened is that early practitioners would feel this magnetic force, this resistance, and forceful return, so the brain would create a logical explanation for it, manifesting a chord or band.

Why can’t I go further? Why am I being dragged back in to my body? Brain tries to rationalize it, and creates a visual explanation, the silver chord. We see this being the case with what is often called the “old hag syndrome” also.

You’re paralyzed, yet awake. Blood pressure is low, breathing is heavy and shallow. So the brain creates a logical explanation for it, something sitting on your chest. I believe the silver chord is the same thing.

I don’t think it’s a creepy story someone made up. I think it’s an incorrect conclusion based on firsthand experience, mixed with brain generated imagery to explain a misunderstood phenomenon.

So then why the notion that if the chord snaps, you die?

I don’t think it’s made up fantasy, again, just incorrect conclusion based on firsthand experience. When the body dies, many, my self included, believe the soul separates from the physical body. Said natural magnetism then ceases. Back in the day, practitioners who now had the silver chord idea in mind, assumed that this meant that during death a literal chord would break and you died. If you follow that logic, it’s not too much of a stretch to then conclude that if this chord somehow accidentally snapped, you would die prematurely.

This idea was probably then further solidified, I could imagine, because of people dying in their sleep, which is extremely common.

Let’s say Bob is a well known occultist or whatever else. Bob is known to astral project. One day, Bob dies in his sleep. Well, Bob must have died during an astral projection. The chord accidentally snapped while he was projecting.

Who knows, maybe Bob was even indeed projecting while people were watching, and then Bob sees something that freaks him out in the astral, so Bob’s heart rate and blood pressure spike, and Bob dies. Therefore, Bob’s silver chord must have snapped while astral projecting.

You then have a series of new practitioners who now hold this idea, bringing it in to the astral, and there it is, the silver chord materializes. Backed by all these stories and conclusions that got passed down to them. Like generational baggage.

That’s where I believe this idea comes from, personally.

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This is the second day this week now where I have a really complex and structured dream, in this case it was a movie, a movie that doesn’t even involve me in a direct sense.

So the story of the dream is about an Italian teenager (im not Italian) that is struggling with staying clean and away from crime, but he’s in a bike gang. There’s this big gang shootout or fight that’s about to happen, and his step dad is a veteran of the military, who keeps trying to convince him that this doesn’t need to happen.

The reason I say it was a movie is because the dream would literally stop, then have a cut scene that would show a flashback of this kid’s childhood, it would say on the screen -“2 years a go…”. Or -“5 years prior to current events…”.

Then it would go back to the present scene, and the dream would literally tell me, in writing -“notice how everyone was younger and now they are older, we are now back to the present time”. Like the dream was explaining itself to me lol.

So then it turns out that the teen, who is not me, I’m just watching, decides that he needs to go through with this fight, and a huge shootout between 2 bike gangs breaks out.

All of a sudden, again the dream fast forwards to -“ a few year later”, like it literally says that, in writing, like it’s a movie im watching. Fast forwards to a scene where the teen’s step father is giving the protagonist a military haircut.

Step father then asks -“Do you want to leave a little high bird”?

Kid says - no.

Step dad tells him that -“it’s gonna look weird if I don’t do it, I’m telling you”. (Like wtf is even a little high bird, I’ve never heard that term, what does this even mean lol).

So basically the movie fast forwards to this point in the future where the kid is getting a haircut, and preparing for military enlistment, and that’s the end of the movie. Like whatever happened is now in the past, the protag is now clean and getting ready to join the military.

I just thought it was so bizarre that there was zero wackiness, everything stayed so consistent, and the fact that the dream kept explaining things to me. Like -“notice this, they were younger in this scene and now we are back to current events”, “2 years later”. The dreams kept explaining the story to me, and the relevance of each scene.

The entire thing played like, and had the flow of a movie, I don’t know how else to explain. I don’t mean “movie” in the sense that it was so real it could have been a movie, I mean that it was literally structured like a movie, super coherent haha. Also, I’m not any of these characters, I’m just watching the story unfold, again, like I’m watching the movie, not participating or ever being addressed. The movie also had an “old timey” feeling to it, it played like an older movie from the 80s or 90s, not sure.

Also, the story is so not relevant to me in any way. I’m not Italian. I’ve never been in a gang. I’ve never had a step dad. Like why am I the target audience for this lol.

I also googled what a high bird is and it is indeed to do with haircuts, it’s a thing. I’ve NEVER heard this term in my life.

It’s like my brain just decided to stream a movie, and once the movie was done, I woke up. The kid got his life together after said events, and joined the service.

Log - 05/16/26

This is the kind of experience I usually don’t share, or intentionally omit parts of, because of how it comes off. With that said, I don’t think there’s value in intentionally altering or omitting parts of the experience in this case, because the experience in its entirety is what led to the reflections and feelings it provoked.

As a kid, many of my summers were spent at a beach house in South America. I find myself missing my home, and days gone by. I have spent several of the last few weeks visiting places that remind me of my childhood, family, friends, and people that are no longer living. Today, I decided to visit said beach house.

I set the intention to visit a beach in Brazil, in a place called Guaruja. To my surprise, I find my self somewhere in the city, but not at the apartment I grew up in, which was the desired destination. I’m not sure why I ended up in the correct general location, but not the right house.

I fly over the city, looking for my building. One thing catches my attention, and I stop to confirm, the city is empty. I go down to the street level, and not a single soul is to be found. I walk down the street, and head over to the beach. It’s completely empty, nothing but the sand and waves. I sat there, for quite some time. I don’t know what I was hoping to see, or expecting to happen, but nothing did. It’s as if I could have stayed for as long as I wanted. Maybe I was looking for someone to greet me, maybe I was hoping to see something interesting, but all I felt was loneliness.

I walked to the end of the beach, as I know that both edges have several rocks, and it’s where me and my father use to catch crabs together. I sat on the rocks for some time, again, not sure who I was waiting for or what I was hoping to see, but again, nothing happened.

From there I know how to get to our old apartment, so I make my way to it. Out the beach, across the road, and there’s the building. I fly up to it, and in to the house, also empty. Distant memories of moments spent with family in said house, every object invokes deep nostalgia.

I sit on the edge of the building, looking at the beach. I don’t know why I wanted to see people so bad, but looking at the empty streets from up there brought me disappointment. I remember then looking at the ocean, and thinking -“if the streets are for no one, then it belongs to the sea”.

I imitate the motion of the current with my hands, and the ocean soon follows. I push the current against the waves, then pull it closer to me, the ocean now covers all the sand. I raise both my hands, and it’s like I can feel weight or resistance. I pull the ocean towards me, and the city is flooded. I raise my hand, the sea level rises. I jump in to the water, looking for animals, but there are none. Not a single fish. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to see fish so bad.

Maybe that’s the beauty of life. People, noise, animals, all of these things are the real memory. The location is just background, the real memories are from moments, moments shared with people that don’t exist anymore, not a place that can be visited. To visit what I was looking for, is simply not possible, or at least I don’t know how to. The conclusion of my visits to these places has been that visiting locations is completely pointless, what I should learn to do is visit moments.

I then lower the sea level again, the same way I raised it. I begin imagining and creating people, some who I miss. I try to recreate moments, and although similar, they are just as meaningless. Nothing but puppets, servants with no life. I speak to them, they play the part, but that’s all they are, lifeless. I remember feeling even more lonely, more sad, even with all these people now around me. People and moments can’t be recreated, that’s where I seem to find value in life. Servants can be created, and environments molded, but moments never return, maybe that’s what makes them special. Maybe that’s what makes life special, the fact that everything dies, that all comes to an end.

One of said puppets, or thought forms, or servitors, or whatever you want to call it, is quite attractive, I remember feeling desire toward it. The moment I think of it in that way, It approaches, and reflects said desire back at me. Everything about the way it behaves feels hollow, uncanny, artificial, mimicry.

Yet another thing that is only special because of someone else, sex. What’s the point of having sex with something like that, something that might as well be dead inside. Sex, moments, memories, love, life, all these things are only special because of others, because of the presence of sentience and autonomy. Without them, everything truly does feel meaningless and dead. At least that’s how I felt in that moment, as if I was speaking to a cadaver.

I melt my attractive puppet away, and it turns in to a small puddle. I melt all of them away.

I close my eyes and return to my physical body. I take a moment to call my best friend and check in on him, this is also a moment, precious. Someone knocks on my door later in the day, and it’s 2 people from the church. I really dislike when people randomly knock on my door, but this felt endearing. They just wanted to wish me a blessed day, and share a verse from the bible. I’m not really a Christian, but it’s the thought that counts.

Maybe this is why we come here, to learn the value of moments, that which is temporary. To learn why life is precious, because it’s not that different from a moment, also temporary. Maybe that’s what makes things valuable, the fact that they end, and never come back. Maybe that’s what also makes people valuable, the fact that they argue with you, disagree, some times bother you, act in a way you wouldn’t. The unpredictable, the negative, and death, is where a lot of the value in life seems to be. Every day that goes by, I see more value in contrast, polarity. The absence of friction seems to also create an absence of meaning, an absence of sentience and life.

(Maybe I should have just logged the experience and excluded the internal monologue, but it’s what the experience made me think about).