Last night before bed I spent thirty minutes in meditation. They tried again to get my soul from my body. It was mostly routine and if anything happened of interest I do not recall it.

What I do know is that I slept well until 12:30. Then the dog awakened me to go out. Then the cat wanted out. I was soon back in bed but found I could not sleep. I lay awake for hours. I was very near sleep when I heard my husband talking in the kitchen which brought me awake again. In great frustration I threw my blankets off and strode to the kitchen. My husband wasn’t there.

I discovered the television on, which was strange so I tried to turn it off. You know how all TVs now take about four devices to turn them on and off and in my sleepy stupor I just couldn’t do it.

I was completely frustrated by this point and started yelling for my husband to come help me get the TV off. My voice sounded very strange. Muffled. And then I found myself sliding back into my body.

Weird. Was it a dream? Or had I climbed right out of my body?

I slept until five and then got up for another fifteen minute meditation. I sat in a chair while my soul body kept trying to stand up. It didn’t matter whether it rolled right or left, or whether it stood straight up. My soul body could get out of my body but the head area remained attached. My soul body was like a contortionist, twisting and testing from every angle but in the end foiled in its efforts by what seems to be a very strong connection in my head.

Cheryl

November 10, 2020