This is a sequel to Frontal Collisions and How I Met Everything. It won’t be long.
The trees were bathed in moonlight, giving everything a blue hue. It was beautiful. Most of the environments I saw could be defined as such. Yet this forest was… different. Why, was the question on my mind.
A Midnight Flight
Your consciousness is different in the astral plane. Many of the barriers created by logic and our physical environment has faded away, yet the beauty of them remain. At least I couldn’t help thinking that when I crashed into a tree. These trees had no soul, and I concluded they were the creation of another mind. But whose?
The separation process had gone smoothly for a change, with no break in my flow of thoughts. This paved the way for an experience unlike the others. I could not sense my shadow self, and I was probably of a too high vibration to reach it anyway. Yet the astral plane can be a treacherous place sometimes. That’s the beauty of it.
I was finding myself in some forest, almost taken from a Narnia book. It was quiet and calm. The night air was refreshing. I felt alive as I passed through the moonlight that gave this place such an ethereal feeling. It wasn’t the first projection where things were this beautiful, but it was the first where it felt so vivid and… personal.
I had no nagging thoughts going around in my energy. They had faded away as my mind relaxed more. With my mind clear, I felt more conscious and present than ever. This provided me with some clarity that I otherwise wouldn’t have gotten if I was awake in the physical. Even though the environment was beautiful, I sensed no animal life.
I stopped. Wait, there was something. A silvery light ahead, in between the trees. I got reminded of The Two Towers. I remember happiness flooding me as I became closer to the light. I had finally found her. My goddess and my friend. Thus, I encountered the lady in silver, and not for the first time.
She was beautiful. She was the kind of woman I would want to be: Supremely confident, magical and charismatic. I talked to her about how I was doing, and she would have this smile on her face. Just like in the movies. Never mind the strange energy, it would slip out of my thoughts soon enough.
We strolled through the forest, which had conveniently carved out paths for us. It was a strange experience not to feel tired or physically inhibited. It was strange to not long after something. I started to wonder about life, and my companion remarked that I would look good on a statue, philosopher that I am. I found that funny.
There weren’t any stars on the sky, yet everything else reminded me of the physical world. Or maybe the physical world was a reflection of this one? I don’t know now, and I don’t think I knew then either. I never stopped admiring this beautiful landscape. I still admire it as I think about it. It’s strange to admire something. A lot of things in life are strange, I have noticed. Even so, I wanted to share this experience with you before we go back to the normal informative articles.
When I returned, things were back to normal.
And for some reason, I was happy about that.