Index

 

 

 

The Doorway by Margaret Vivian - 1941

 

CHAPTER V Astral Travel

 

When you sleep, you often come over here. But you have forgotten it when you wake. I meet you on the border-line, and while the cord that attaches you to your physical body is unbroken, we road about over here. You come to our house, and I explain all the things I cannot put into words when we are writing. Then, when the time has passed, too quickly always, I take you back and you wake up. Sometimes your dreams are mere ramblings of the unconscious, but very occasionally I am able to imprint on your mind some event that is about to happen, especially if it is needed as a warning. This explains what you call prophetic dreams.

We follow many and varied pursuits together during your sleep. We have traveled all over your world, and we have explored the Summerland. It is owning to this impressing of your unconscious mind that I am able to produce this script. All that is described in it is within your own experience, but you have forgotten it until I press the switch and turn on the light. The main difficulty is the jumble of thoughts that flit through your brain, but you are now better able to attend to what I try to impress, without trying to forecast the next sentence. The how and the wherefore of this our contact is easily explained. I have told you how I do it; and you know why: so that you may write it down and help others to glimpse the future.

We have been traveling together, and I will try to tell you where we have been. It was a new journey for you; it was an important advance, as I had never before been able to take you so far afield. First we sped through space and saw the stars growing larger and larger, and finally we landed on one of the nearest planers. It is a mere husk of volcanic matter and no living thing could exist there. Millions of years ago, it was inhabited like your earth, but internal combustion destroyed it. I must remind you of the wonderful feeling of flitting through space and seeing your earth as a globe, just as you see geographical details as a whole from an airplane.

To be alone together in space is an awe-inspiring experience, and I am glad that you have accomplished it. I try to describe to you our doing of the previous night because the details are clearer in your subconscious. That is the technique: I show you in your sleep what I am going to describe for your book, but you will have to cut out repetitions here and there, though you will find some useful facts among the chaff. At one stage of our journey, we met some of the friends that you have made on this side during your nightly visits. They were having a joy-ride, too, and we joined them. We did not stay long on the old planet, as there is no life there, and the chief interest lay in the journey though space.

At first it was alarming for you, having had no previous experience of astral travel so far afield, to be hurtling through space. You ask how there can be any real thrill, since danger, which is the spice of life, is absent, over here. Danger to the physical body is certainly absent, but we enjoy other exhilarating experiences. You might as well argue that the adult animal longs for the thrill of the dangers of babyhood. Those earth dangers are part of the training that can be gained only in your earth life, and what you call the thrill is really joy, anticipatory or retrospective, at the prospect of overcoming difficulties. Unless there were some joy in conquering them, nobody would face them, and so their educational value would be lost. We need no spice of danger here to spur us to take risks, because there are no physical risks as you understand them. I can never have the excitement of danger per se, because my body cannot be injured, but I have other thrills that are just as fascinating, and you shared one last night when we sped together through space.

In the same way, there is no need for pain here, which on your side is of course protective in nature.

It is a fact that most of us are puzzled when we arrive here, but it is surprising how quickly we adapt ourselves to the new conditions. If you could recall what you see when you come over in your sleep, you would not be so puzzled. I am with you then, but it fades from your memory when you wake. A few people are able to remember part of what they see over here during sleep, but, as far as I know, this is a special gift like that of mediumship. It is not a matter of will-power, or all would remember, and I wish I could help you to acquire this gift.

NEXT CHAPTER VI Animals