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. |