Anxious to begin her journey, Ali lay down on their bed and made herself comfortable. With her eyes closed, she looked so young and vulnerable that Steve wanted to call off the astral projection, but he forced himself to get a grip. Ali was a grown woman possessing the knowledge needed to make her first out-of-body experience a happy one.
“Relaxation is the key to a successful astral projection. Start putting the light around yourself.” Ali invoked the light and recited some positive affirmations. “You will begin to feel your body becoming lighter. That’s it. You’re doing great.” There was no movement from Ali, which was a good sign. “Now feel your body begin to lift higher and higher.”
Steve lightly placed his hand on Ali’s body to check her progress, and he was pleased. Her breathing was coming from the abdomen, just as he had taught her. Steve watched as her breathing slowed down even more. She was a natural, and logically, he should have been happy now that she was beginning to astral project. But because he loved her more than life itself, he was frightened. What if she forgot how to ground herself properly when she returned to her body?
Ali was hovering near the ceiling. She looked down at her body and Steve and saw the worry etched on his face. She wished she could reassure him that everything was fine. Soon Ali forgot about Steve and gave in to the incredible joy of astral projecting. Ali had no idea where she was, but she didn’t care because she was soaring! The sun was shining, and she was floating free on a halcyon day with no cares or worries. Her soul smiled at a gaggle of geese as they honked their way across the horizon. She glided past the clouds, looking at everything in wonderment. The Manhattan skyline was becoming smaller, and Ali was on a high as she continued her journey.
In the far distance, the sky began to darken, and storm clouds gathered. Lightning zigzagged, and thunder roared. The storm seemed to be inching its way closer to her. It was time to come home to Steve, so Ali visualized their bed, which looked so pretty with its new linens and ruffled-pillow shams. She willed herself back, but nothing happened. She was trapped in a kind of astral limbo and had to get out—but how?
In desperation, Ali visualized Fred in her small apartment, trying her best to travel home to him. But forces beyond her control would not allow her to return. The rain was coming down in sheets, and Ali’s visibility was almost gone. Suddenly the sky opened to reveal a lonely stretch of land. Discarded cars lay abandoned as metal skeletons washed ashore on an asphalt sea. Stray dogs howled, sounding lost and frightened.
As Ali drifted toward the earth below, she felt drawn to someone that lay sprawled on the rain-soaked ground. Next to the woman sat a German shepherd. The dog looked up at the sky, sensing Ali’s presence, and then the shepherd barked in her direction. Ali watched as the dog gently licked the woman’s face. Then it glanced up at Ali and barked even louder this time to get her attention.
The woman’s bruised flesh looked deathly pale, and blood flowed from a wound in her forehead. As Ali stared at the unconscious figure below, she recognized the face despite the blood and grime that covered it.
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