TRUE Astral Projection | Gateway Tapes, Lucid Dreams, & Soulmates in the Astral Plane (x289)

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Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill. This is our gateway tara and by the time this episode comes out, I'm going to be [ __ ] visiting all of y'all in my ash through the side of your bedroom doors. Our journey today is into astral projection. Yeah, very spooky. You really just zoned out there. You disappeared. Like, I'm going to take this 20 seconds to leave. Get away tapes. I don't need them. Maybe I'd be actually great at them right now. Three, two, one, snap. Just because there my mind has so much blankness. Yeah. You just got a taste of uh how we

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say taste of a taste of nothing. A taste of emptiness. How do you like that flavor? Um this is two girls, one ghost. Two girls, one ghost. And we are your ghostesses. That is Karen. Hello. And I'm Sabrina. And I have a story. My own personal. Yes. Okay. Ghost story. You texted me. This is an encounters episode and we read your stories and we've been very much into the gateway tapes and altered states and all of this stuff and realizing we know nothing. I mean we've known this we've known we've known nothing for so long. Um but in a way to celebrate the gateway tapes, we chose to do a topic called astral projection. I feel like they are very tangentally tied to one another, related to one another. And I had Was that your stomach? Yeah. Excuse you. Spven the room.

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I've been up since 4. Yeah. So, it's lunchtime for myself. It is. Yes. So, if you hear a ghost, this might just keep happening. No, you didn't. So, I have experienced astral projection myself.

Sabrina's Dream Encounter

Mhm. accidentally. And I feel like a lot of my paranormal encounters do happen in a dream state. Yes. So, I had something that I wouldn't call paranormal necessarily, but it's witchy and woowoo. I guess it is paranormal. It falls under paranormal. Yeah. Okay. So, I've talked about this specifically like kind of briefly in in the podcast and then I've opened up more about it on our Patreon, but like I have a weird relationship with my dad and we recently like at the end of last year like basically didn't talk for 6 months and then I recently had like a couple months ago like we had like a very nice mature conversation, difficult but like nice conversation. So, we're back to talking. I hate talking about myself. I became so

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conscious of myself. I can see it happening right now. I need a second. Can I disappear? Okay. But I also in this experience realize I never dream about my family like ever. Hm. I just don't. That's really fascinating. Yeah. I feel like I dream about you a lot. I was just going to say I feel like I wonder I wonder if it's more of like a connected souls type of thing cuz usually when I dream about my family, I dream about my mom. Mhm. Like she's the one in and wrinkles. Yeah. And those are sorry Christian and and father Belle but those are the the two in my family that we have memories and feelings of being in other lives together. Yeah. Maybe you're not not to like make this sound insulting to your present family but they're your temporary for this this lifetime. Okay. Well, here's what I am gathering from this experience. I think I don't dream about them because dreaming about them is reserved for maybe messages. Oh,

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okay. Yeah. So, all that to say, this was like two weeks ago. I dreamt about my dad and Nona, his wife. And in this dream, it's not like the most, "Wow, why do you remember this dream?" But it was so weird that I dreamt about them. And in this dream, my dad and Nona and I were like staying at a hotel, but then my dad didn't like the hotel. And I kept seeing him kind of talking to Nona and they were trying to like decide what to do and I was like, well then let's just go do this and stay at this different hotel. So again, the dream itself is not that great or interesting. But I remember the next day when I woke up, I was like that is really weird that I dreamt about my dad and no like Mhm. I never dream about my dad. I like just don't. My first thought was I should just text him, make sure he's okay. And later that day, I got a DM from Nona on Instagram saying, "I'm so excited to see you in August." And I was like, "What's in August?" And then the next day, I got

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a text from my dad saying, "Hey, we're going to be in the States, and I was thinking it'd be really nice to come spend a week with you around your birthday and stay in Marblehead with you." And I was like, "Yeah, of course. Like, you can come." So, here's what I'm gathering. It sounds so confusing, but I think I had that dream about my dad and Nona and traveling with them when they were talking about coming to visit me. It also makes sense because the like time zone difference. Yeah, cuz they live in Europe, right? So when I was sleeping, they were awake and so then I think Nona probably thought my dad immediately texted me. I know. I love how she's the first person. Yeah. I was like, "What's in August?" Which then when I said, "What's in August?" She probably was like, "Why haven't you told Sabrina yet?" And then my dad texted me the next morning. So I I dreamt something. I just basically like I knew that they were talking about me and us. Well, and you dreamt it because it pertains to you. Yeah.

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That's And like the dream was about me being with them, you know? So it's like the dream was giving me context clues but was in a dreamscape. Oh my gosh. It's so weird talking about dreams and how it's all woowoo. But I I I was like, "No, I believe it." Especially because I never dream about, right, my dad. Well, cuz I told you when my mom had dreamt that me and my like seventh grade boyfriend were breaking up, right? But it was like from his room. Like she was watching like him receive the phone call. And then the next morning she told me all about it and everything that was said and what he said. And she was like, "Oh, I was so sad." And I was like, that's creepy because that's exactly what went down. But she was watching it like from his view and so it felt like just a weird dream, right? Weird. Yeah. So tapping in psychic Sabrina. But then I also think it just my dad and I's relationship I feel like is one of

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my biggest lessons in this life and makes me think that I'm very connected to him in some way. Yeah. Because I also had that experience when I dreamt about my grandfather like six years after he had passed away again. Hadn't like thought of him or anything. I had a dream and it was very interactive like talking about life catching up and my dad the next day is like did you dream about popup? He told me he was going to visit you. It is hard because part of me is like I know that there has been such obviously like a difficult road with you guys and so part of me is like oh I don't want to think that like you guys have many lives together like I want you to have like an easy breezy beautiful beautiful girl life but at the same time it does kind of beg the question of like when there are reincarnated souls sometimes you're not just like best friends in every life like you're also there but heads challenging one another. Well, and also it doesn't necessarily mean that it's traveling souls, but maybe like our souls in this life had to be together to

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learn certain lessons. Like I believe I'm teaching him lessons. Yeah. The same way he's teaching me lessons. Is he receiving them? That's not my journey. Our journey today is into astral projection. Do you want to start? Yes, I do. I almost was like, I just talked. But I have three. This is a very, very short one and is about the

Meeting an Unborn Brother

gateway tapes. We'll never get over the gateway tapes. Gateway and Appalachia. It really is. Those are our Yeah. Yeah. That's the era we're in. Um, okay. So, this is called I accidentally astral projected to a different timeline and met my unborn brother. Wow. Hello, dear ghostes. I'm Anna. She her and I am happy for you to use my name. This is not my first time I am writing you and I doubt it will be my last because I am addicted to your podcast and to your vibes. It is so comforting to finally have found such an understanding community and a safe place

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to share our paranormal weirdness. In my three and a half decades, I have had it all. experiences with human and non-human spirits, ancestors, paying a visit while I'm awake or asleep, sleep paralysis, predicting events, astral projection, and listening to your most recent episode with Jake made me want to write this specific story and share it with you. So, yes, you have read the title, right? I accidentally astral projected to a different timeline and met my unborn brother. But before getting into details, I do need to advise some content warning is necessary because it is mentioning of miscarriage first for some family context. My parents married very young and I was born 7 years into their marriage and they only ever wanted a single child. But let's say I always knew that this wouldn't be the case because from the moment I was able to use a pen or pencil around 2 or 3 years old, I started drawing my mother pregnant. Weird, right? And I didn't even understand how babies were made. And yet there I was drawing my mother with a baby in her belly, specifically a baby girl. It got

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to the point where my kindergarten teacher congratulated my parents on the new baby, which from my mother was very awkward because she had to explain that she was not expecting another child. And also I'd be like, "Is it my belly?" Like she just my belly is pregnant belly. Growing up, I also fantasized about having a big brother, but it seemed like that ship had sailed. So instead, I put all of my hopes into having a baby sister. I was so specific. I mentioned it frequently to my family, not only to my parents, and I would dream of my baby sister often. By the time I was 12 years old, my hopes had faded. Until one day, my parents sat me down and very seriously told me that there had been an accident and that my mother was pregnant. Way to declare the child is an accident. Oopsie. And oopsie babies happen. Uh, at 12 years old, I was over the moon, of course, laughing and screaming. And there stood my parents, baffled, thinking it was way too late for a sibling, and that they needed to excuse themselves for a bursted condom. I told

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them right then and there when they told me they were pregnant, that there was going to be a baby girl, even though it was too soon for even them to tell the gender. 9 months later, sure enough, my baby sister was born. It was pretty much one of the happiest days of my life, and I cherish the memory of first seeing her and holding her in my arms. Oh, this is so beautiful. And it reminds me of I'm watching No, and Delfina grow up and the way that Delfina just idolizes No and smiles at her and like stares at her and she is like I feel like she's going to learn to walk sooner because she's just so she wants to be like No. She's like doing crunches watching Noam and it makes so hard to get up and move with her, right? And then it makes me think about when I was cuz I'm 2 years younger than my sister. Like I probably was the same and I idolized her growing up. I truly just wanted to be her best friend, but I don't remember that. So, watching it is kind of this beautiful thing. So, still in the back of my mind, I kept thinking how good it would have been to share all of this with an older brother. One day, I ended up mentioning it to my mother, and tears filled her eyes when she admitted that she had actually been

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pregnant before I was born. My parents were expecting a baby boy 2 years prior to when I was born. Wow. Sadly, my mother had miscarried in the later months of pregnancy, and my brother died in the womb. It shook me to my core because I realized all along I had been right. Not only was I helping to raise the baby sister I always knew I would meet, but I did after all have an older brother. But this isn't even the weird bit of my story. So, after confirming that I should have had another brother, I obsessed over him. I wanted to communicate with him and I wanted for the three of us all to be together. I started to learn more about the paranormal and the spirit world, but I never got answers and never found his spirit until one night I accidentally astral projected to a different timeline. So, at this time, I had been suffering from sleep paralysis and I had gotten very good at distinguishing dreams from reality. And I can assure you that what happened this night was not a dream. I didn't know what was happening at first, but I found myself in the back of a car. There were two beings or entities on the front seats. I

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can't actually describe them with detail, but I remember they were a mix of shadow figures and light beings, sort of misty, cloudy things. I couldn't see their features, but I was not scared. So, I'm speculating that they were two of my spirit guides. I didn't question where they were taking me. I knew I was safe. And so, I sat comfortably in the back seat. Like, you know, the road trip will be long. We drove for what felt like a full day through dense forest up a hill. I never felt hungry, never felt like we needed to stop, and I kept dozing in and out. When we got to the end of the road, I was swallowed by darkness. I was no longer in this car with the two beings. They were nowhere to be seen, and I was standing in silence, and I could only identify a light at the end of what seemed to be a tunnel. To be honest, I was more curious than scared. So, slowly, I walked towards it. At the end of the tunnel, I was surprised to find my bedroom. Awkwardly, I was not entering it through the bedroom door, but rather through the side wall. And I noticed there were some things off, like books were on the wrong

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shelves, or there were different books that were on the shelves. And the posters were different than the ones that I had in my room. And the room was slightly differently arranged. And then I looked at the person laying on my bed, and it was a boy, a bit older than me. He was just lying there, sound asleep. It should have been early morning because there was enough light in the room for me to see his features. I didn't recognize him straight away, but then it hit me this strange and absolute certainty. This is my brother. I let out a mix of a cry and a laugh and stretched my arms in his direction. But even though I was close to him, it felt like we were miles apart, almost as if the air between us was solid, like a barrier between us. It happened all very quickly. He suddenly woke up, sat up, looked straight at me, and I could see I scared him. Before I could try to explain myself, something pulled me back. Like I was falling backwards so fast. And then boom, I was awake in my bed. The very same one I had seen when I astro projected. But this time it was me in the bed and I was alone. And my room was back to how I had left it. My body was stiff as if I had been sleeping for days. It was painful to move. My head

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was fuzzy. It took me a moment, but again, I knew and I felt in my bones that I had just astral traveled to a dimension where my brother was born. And I wasn't. I shut myself down. This whole time I was thinking she also got to live. It was just him. I'm so curious what he in this other timeline experienced and like saw and thought. Does he think in that timeline he's so obsessed with the younger sister? Yeah. Drawing photos of his mom getting pregnant. I shut myself down after that experience and I cried alone in my room not being able to verbalize what had happened. I honestly thought if I told my parents they would have buried me in a psychiatric hospital. The time passed and the slowly I made peace with it all. I often express gratitude to the universe for my brother and for having the chance of him being alive somewhere in another timeline and also for my own life as well. I thanked my spirit guides for having given me the opportunity to see him and understand that he is okay even though it seems we cannot coexist in this timeline. This story isn't over

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yet my dearests. A couple of years later I got a surprise. I was alone in my room getting ready for prom. The important thing is I was alone, running between my bedroom and the bathroom, getting the final touches right before my friends came over to give me a ride to prom. I was very focused, trying to be sure I would be looking great on that very important evening. And suddenly, I saw him, my brother. He was in the hallway right in front of me, his arms and smile wide open, ready to embrace me. I almost heard him say something funny and sweet to reassure me, but as suddenly as he appeared, he disappeared. As quick as it had happened years prior when I visited him. Oh my god. Oh, what? This is so trippy. Needless to say, I fell to my knees and baldled my eyes out, arms holding tight across my chest as if I was finally holding my brother. I guess that after I visited him, maybe he got the pieces of the puzzle and came to find me. Maybe we share similar spirit guides and they helped him as they had helped me to go see him. I thought I would see him again, but now it's been almost 20 years and nothing has

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happened. I've kept a special attention on big family events, birthdays, funerals, my wedding day, but I have not gotten that connection with him again. I tried to get on that road uphill with the forest while astral projecting, but I've never gotten back to him. Anyway, I kept myself lucky to have met him twice and of course to have helped raise my slash our baby sister, the baby that I had prophesized. I'm so proud of her. She's the light of my life. I told her all about these experiences only a couple years ago. And of course, not only does she believe me, she is certain that the three of us will reunite on the other side. I like to think she's right. I hope you found this story at least a little bit heartwarming. I have chills all over my body. Thank you for this whole day. I'm just like chill chill chill chill. See you on the other side, Anna. Wow. I can't believe it's not even like she was dreaming when she saw no him. She was getting ready for prom. Well, then he also was awake. I mean, he woke up in his bed, which he could probably be like, "Was I just dreaming?" Yeah. Or like, "I saw a ghost." Yeah.

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Sort of thing. But because it happened for her for Oh my god, this is just I like I'm trying to picture it and I'm I'm flabbergasted. Well, it does remind me of the gateway tapes and I feel like this is our gateway tape era. This is Dang. Wow. So

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Levitating in Bed

for 20% off plus free shipping. I have a story called Levitating in bed. So, spoiler alert. Hello, spooky pen pals. Hey, it's been many moons since I last emailed you. I've gotten married. I've had a family since our last encounter, which you read in encounters 83, where I talked about my night terrors so long ago. I'd like to talk about something that has happened to me around the time of my last email. When we last spoke, I just split with my partner and I moved to a new city. But during one of my last nights at my ex's place, I had a very strange experience. In the middle of the night, we were both sound asleep in bed. I woke up to the hallway light on. I've always slept with the door closed and ever since I watched the poltergeist as a child, the sight of a bright light

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shining through a closed door bedroom or a closet door is just absolutely chilling to me. Yeah. But in this particular instance, I felt the terrifying sensation of sleep paralysis for the first time. So doubly terrifying. Light and sleep par sleep paralysis. Yikes. As I lie awakeish, unable to move, I felt someone's hands slip under the left side of me, lifted me into the air about 4 in, pushed me into my partner, and then gently lowered me down and stopped. I don't remember having my eyes open as this happened or seeing anything around me, save the slice of light coming in from the hallway. My partner often woke earlier than me for work, and some mornings when they didn't work, they would scoot me to the center of the bed so that they could sit on the edge and play video games. This night, the movement felt too smooth, too careful, too floaty. Plus, the most alarming part, I was being squashed into my partner anyway. So,

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when I woke in the morning, the whole thing just felt like a dream, and I chocked it up to being just that. I must have slept hard and had vivid dreams like I usually do. My partner was already at work, and I woke up on my own side of the bed. I went about the day, but that evening when we both came home, I told them about my wild dream, and they responded, "Oh, is that why you were smashed into me this morning? I didn't have any room in the bed." Their response sent chills down my spine. "Shut up. Do not mess with me," I said. But they were not joking. "Maybe it was the ghost of one of their relatives trying to salvage our relationship, but I'll never really know what it was that gently pushed me across the bed. This is one of my most eerie moments in my life and I have never forgotten it. But now I have an adorable little family. I live in Savannah, Georgia. And I have many more spooky sherry spooky sharies. Spooky sheries to sh to tour you. Many more spooky stories to share with you. See you on the other side. Whiskey. Well, also it's weird cuz it's like with a sleep paralysis, you think of it being like an astral body thing where they're being

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lifted. Yeah. Yeah. Or like that's also kind of like part of the feeling is being like lifted and or like falling when you're going through astral projection, but the fact that Whisy's body was fully pressed against I know. This is why I'm like, okay, I have so many thoughts running through my head. One, it's wild to me that this story is being read 206 encounters later. Like, that's crazy. We've done 206 more encounters. Yeah, that is wild. The last time and see all that can happen. whiskey escaped a bad relationship, has a sweet little cute family, loving partner, wonderful life in Savannah, Georgia. Things can change. Things can change. You never know what's coming for you. But this also reminds me of a story we read early days of the podcast where the listener felt themselves like almost trapped, but they realized that they were actually up at the ceiling. Oh my god. Yes. that we've reread that story multiple times because it really really stuck with us

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from the UK I think. Yeah. And then the neighbor like heard the thumping on the ceiling which confirmed Yeah. that they were up. Yeah. So the the gist of the story was this guy was sleeping in bed. Woke up everything was like black around him. He felt above him and felt like this texture and felt like he was in a coffin and he freaked out and started banging banging banging banging on what was above him cuz he felt like he was like buried alive or like in a coffin. Eventually fell asleep again. His boyfriend didn't hear anything, who was sleeping right next to him in bed. So, he chocked it all up to a dream. The next morning, the neighbor comes downstairs to check on him and is like, "Are you okay? I kept hearing you banging on the ceiling last night." And he like looks up at the ceiling and the texture that he remembers feeling is the the like swirling texture of the his apartment ceiling. Well, it makes me think that Whiskey was being like lifted and and because I've been doing the gateway tapes, it's like is there this helping hand help Ashel project? But then alternatively, is it this residual

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haunting that her partner does pick her up and put her into the middle of the bed sometimes that was being repeated, but then it's like is there this like timeline glitch that happened? It's weird. Or was someone else slipping in bed too and had to move whiskey into the center? Put a sandwich or whiskey sandwich. A whiskey sandwich. The sleep paralysis part is weird because like typically sleep paralysis that often includes some sort of like your astral state being well sleep paralysis is just confusing generally like Yeah. Is there a connection to astral projection? Is there we don't know. Gosh. Well, Whiskey, you levitated. That's pretty cool. And a ghost helped

Soulmates Meet in the Astral Plane

you do it. Okay, I picked some good stories, like happy ones. This is from our listener, Syr, and it is called I Met My Soulmate in the Astral Plain. Love these stories. This is about a 10-minute read. Because it is slow to start, here is a teaser. He him are my

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pronouns. My name is Cyril, and you're welcome to use it. It won't be Pride Month if slash when you read this. This was sent last year. Yes, it is. And it is Pride Month. Happy Pride Month. I meant I meant to wear my tank top that has little rainbows on your nips today and I realized it when I got here that I forgot to put it on. So, imagine my nipples being covered by rainbows right now. We are your allies. We are. So, okay. My queer astral connection stories deserve to be told. Yes, they do. Okay. I am a witch and metaphysical practitioner. That's the first time I've said it and written it down, but the events that I am getting into have proved it to the point that it would be more absurd to deny it than anything. Okay, so I'd like to say up top that psychedelic medicine is part of my spiritual and natural life along with lucid dreaming. I understand if you avoid substance related stories, but I do feel like they are a very real part of many cultures and religions and we can't handwave everything away because these traditions span thousands of years. We did a whole episode on awasa. Yes. So mushrooms are an entity in

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themselves. Many of us take them more seriously than my Catholic family takes the sacrament. If anyone is interested, they can start researching with Maria Sabina and how westernizing these practices has warped them. Transstate meditation and near-death experiences can bring people to the exact same metaphysical place. Once you've experienced it and spoken with others about it, there is no doubt that there is a deeper allconnected world. Everything and nothing simultaneously. We are ordinarily unable to access it, but many have touched it. This connection spans across time and space, across infinite universes, and I believe world faiths all touch on the same core. It is more real to me than the keys under my fingers right now, and it is why I decided to keep living. It would be an insult to all to cut off my unique facet. Agreed. It's also the reason I realize I'm not a-romantic, which is a term similar to asexual, but refers to not experiencing romantic attraction. I am certain that there is a person who requires me for his growth path who will in turn change me. And I am certain we

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have connected before we have even physically crossed paths. I have a mental image of nearly parallel lines traveling through time and space destined to meet when time comes like string theory entangled even though our trajectory hasn't yet touched. And I remember meeting him in quotes vividly. For context, I was an atheist all of my life until I experienced the meeting place, which I am now certain that even more modern ideas of reincarnation don't go far enough. Are we individual souls incarnating over and over again separately? Or are we one, the universal consciousness experiencing itself, which we had this conversation when we did our Patreon episode on the gateway tapes, wearing the same outfits. We just recorded it before this. Also, the meeting place. What are you talking about? Cuz now like the hill, this is I was going to say exactly what comes to mind. in the hill from the telepathy tapes, right? Which then makes me think of gateway tapes. Like I feel like we're all tapping the same. It's all the same thing. We all have different names for it, but it's there. Crazy. Okay, so I'm going to stop myself

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and I'll get into the juicy part of the story. I know deeper than I've known anything that my soul is connected to this person who I will meet in the future. I'm also curious. This was a year ago. Have you met them? I'm not impatient because I need to be a future version of myself for it to take place. I am instead just newly passionate about living, improving, and growing into him. It's been a slow building sensation, one that deepens when I do partake in healing ritual mushroom use, but also takes place outside of it. Besides this first meeting, the sober, lucid dreams are what I find the most meaningful. I have discovered my body and soul again after pure survival for years on end. It was terrifying, lonely, and necessary. Discovering that I was never alone because I am one small figment of this all-encompassing beingness has helped me. But the thing that is propelling me forward is meeting him one day. You have to share this email with him when you meet him. I know. So I was meditating after doing calisthenics and using a very very small amount of mushrooms. I felt myself leave my body even as part of me was more in

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it than I'd ever been. This duality of experiencing both at the same time of leaving my body and being more in my body than ever was very confusing. But I was sure I was truly present in this new space. I haven't felt that even on a much higher doses or while meditating. Everything was blank white, but not white at all. But something so vast my ape brain couldn't hold on to it for more than an instant. It was pure infinitude. And there he was. I saw him. And I knew my seeing was representing something I also couldn't comprehend. He was kneeling down with his back to me and I felt a gaping extremely violent wound seeping through his being. H it was terrifyingly disturbing horror movie level gory to me but also beautiful like an oil slick or iridesence yet light. There was a hole blown out through his chest where his heart should be. The beauty hurt me but in a way I had to look at it. There was no blood but and I'm a dude who loves horror movies. It unsettled me more than I've ever felt

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unsettled. I felt this violence, the violence of the pain that had torn through his being. Yet, I could see that he was beginning to heal. He was still kneeling as I was processing this. And still is a weird word because there wasn't time or place, but I knew with certainty I was meant to kneel behind him. My heart pressed over the blown out wound in his body. I embraced him and felt a warmth and presence emanate. I didn't know that I even had this inside of me. The visual was golden light radiating from my heart into the wound through his chest. This terrifying spiritual viscera was iridescent light so strikingly beautiful. And I felt a golden solid presence from my heart begin to flow, healing him and holding him. I've never experienced unconditional love like I have in that moment. It's so wild because it's they're saying that they are experiencing unconditional love, but it also feels like they're giving unconditional love to a whole blown out of a chest like being the heart,

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bringing the shared heart. Well, this reminds me of the Gateway tapes and when Robert Monroe was seeing that one woman and he just knew he had to give love and all like radiate love out from him. And it's like love gives birth to more love. Yeah. If you love so hard and deeply, you're giving yourself love. Love is powerful. It is. Okay. So, and again, this is Pride Month, so how appropriate. How appropriate. Syril says, "In the moment, I'm thinking maybe he's me, and I'm subconsciously processing my own trauma and learning to love myself." But no, there was this presence of another, and it's something I've never felt before. Even with real life people I love and care for, this I knew was another being. Since then, I've had many sober, lucid dreams. Most are purely subconscious processing, but some feel very very different. He has been in some of them with me being represented physically, but there have been others I could tell my brain was trying to conjure him and I was reflecting myself back at me again, which is very

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different from knowing he was there. It's impossible to describe the sense difference between a dream in which you are connecting with something larger, assessing real existence in this plane, and a dream in which you are alone with yourself. locking eyes electrifyingly through surreal and indefinable timeless dreams and startling awake with specific choruses and lines in my head. I now have seven half-complete songs that I'm filling out when they come. It doesn't feel like I'm writing them, but that they've always been here. It's like down a dark hall. Yeah. And it also reminds me of that wonderful movie about the guy waking up in a reality that no one remembers the Beatles. Yes. Steals all their songs. It's so good. I've never written songs before, just poetry. And even then, it's been so long since I had been inspired. But over and over, I am given these songs that just exist and are given to me. Only three times over a year have I actually touched this guy in a dream. I

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almost know his scent. I can feel his shoulders, the thin t-shirt fabric over his solid being so different from random sexy dream guys my brain makes up. I know how it feels to flirt and joke with someone. I actually feel butterflies for someone I'm sure I've known forever. I've never at 28 felt that in waking life, which is why I thought I was a-romantic for so long. But what's come to me during all these experiences has been so strange, I'm really not sure I can phrase it. It's rare and it's real. And only one other dream has struck me with the same sensation as this first experience with him, as I keep calling him, an angel visitation. Although I don't believe in Christian concepts of angels, but there was the same iridescence that can't be seen with eyes, there was a deep unconditional love, sometimes passionate care for this person resting inside of me every moment of my life ever since I first saw him in this astral projection experience. I find it easier to try and live up to my potential knowing that I've met this person met this person that I'm

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preparing myself to actually meet in this life. It may just be for myself, but that's love and it's healing. Thanks, Cyrrual. You are a poet, by the way. This I felt I know like you just wrote poetry to us. I know. I feel like I have to sit with this for a while. Like I feel Yeah, man. It's also It's like so interesting to the idea of having the motivation to heal and experience different things to be at a place where you want to be when you meet this person. Mhm. And I feel like sometimes you do need that like motivation of like someone else outside of you to get yourself to do something. Well, I'm also so curious if this person, this man that Cyril has not physically met in like the reality that we exist in right now that you're watching us on, but that they similarly have met Cyro in this astral plane and have been radiating their unconditional love into

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Cyril's wounds. Yeah. And that the two of them have to be doing their work on themselves, healing themselves to then come together and be complete with one another, but at the same time, they're helping each other through it. Yeah. Without even being with each other. Okay. We keep talking about the gateway tapes, but is this not somewhat similar to that one experience where the woman was with this guy in that like plane or whatever and then when they come out of it and there's like 100 people in the room or whatever and she sits up and a guy from across the room sits up and it's him and he's looking at her and

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he's like, "Oh my god, thank you for that." And they had the exact same experience. Yeah. But now they each other. Yeah. Okay. I have a story from Kiki. Okay, Kiki, do you love me? An accidental astral projection and a sleep paralysis experience. Also, I'm so grateful for Tik Tok for so many reasons. It has like help me deal with some emotional life things that I've been going through, but also has

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made stims like so much more acceptable. Like the fact that we just sang that people used to find annoying, but now I feel like there's this like whole group of people who realize that that's a common thing. We're just humans and if something bugs you, mind your own business. Bug off. Bug off. Hello. I love listening to you [ __ ] ghoulies so much. I've been listening for I think four years now. I don't know why I'm like holding the table like this. My emotional support table. Uh I've been listening since your first collab with the morbid chas. Wow. My name is Kiana. She her. Oh, Kiana but Kiki. I like that. And I have two stories that I've been meaning to write for a long time. I'm finally doing it because of your most recent episode about the CIA actual projection documents. Okay, you all are obsessed with the gateway tapes, too. Oh, yeah. We all have a problem. Near the end of the episode, you played the free flow sounds and it reminded me of my first story. My first and only time that I've astral projected. Ooh, I'm 24 now and I believe I was 16 when I

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accidentally astral projected. So, to set the scene, here's what I vividly remember. I was at home reading a book while I was waiting to leave my house to pick up my friend and give her a ride to work. I love reading, but it's always made me really drowsy. I don't really know why. So, it's not unusual that while I'm reading, my eyes start to get really heavy. And I remember looking at the clock and telling myself to just close my eyes for a few minutes and then I'll get up and I'll go pick up my friend. Now, this is where those free flow sounds you played reminded me of this experience. And I think it helps to answer the reason this even happened. As I'm dozing off, I remember the sound of the refrigerator buzzing, getting louder and louder, and then my body started to buzz, and I found myself sitting on the couch adjacent to the one that I was sitting on. Wait, so your refrigerator buzzing created by Neural Beats? I guess so. Hell yeah. Refrigerator. What's the brand model? Samsung. What wattage of outlet did you plug it into? Samsung's diving into binaural beats.

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Yeah, Samsung should rebrand as Samsung. Okay, cuz you guys said Samsung. Samsung because they do their stuff like plays like I have a Samsung or No, never mind. I think it's an LG. One of those LG Samsung. Isn't that Oh, is it? God damn. Um, moving on. So, Gigi is sitting on the other couch. I looked over and I saw myself sleeping. I didn't know what astral projection was at the time. So, I really just felt like maybe I was lucid dreaming, but I've never experienced seeing my own physical body separate from me before. Yeah, I started to get anxious and I remember looking at the clock and seeing that it was almost time for me to leave and thinking, "Oh [ __ ] I need to wake up now." But I didn't know how to wake up because I felt like my mind was awake, but my physical body was not. And I could hear the buzzing and I'm starting to freak out a little bit. And the only thing I could think of to wake myself up was well slapping myself. Wait, this is amazing. Astral Kiki was like, I'm going to go slap my physical

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myself awake. Love you. My arms felt so heavy. I didn't know how to move this astral form. So, I'm using all of my focus. And then finally, I do wake up. So, I don't even think this the slap even got to happen. Just thinking about slapping. Yeah. The buzzing noise had abruptly stopped. My hand was literally up in the air like I was about to slap my face. I looked at the clock and it was the same time as when I was in the astral state. My heart was racing at this point. I was in shock but also in awe. And I was like, "Wow, this is really cool, but also how scary and what the [ __ ] just happened to me." And until this day, I had no idea how to explain why or how this happened. I've attempted to actual project on purpose a couple times since then, but I just cannot get the full body vibration part. to the gateway tapes. And also, this has freaked me out. After listening to your episode today, I believe that the free flow sound was almost identical to the buzzing noise of my refrigerator. Okay, this is I feel like a conspiracy is going to start where, you know, how they used to say like if you played certain

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records backwards or like secret, whatever. I feel like this is going to start a conspiracy where Samsung and all of these, you know, home appliance companies are putting sound to your higher self to hypnotize and it's like chemtrails where they're working with the government and these sounds are keeping us actually this is crazy I can't remember what podcast it is it might be Raven Simone's podcast but they had an episode and don't fact check me on this or like oh I think I know what you're talking about they how the Nazis changed the frequency at which sound was played because and I don't remember the specific numbers but the frequency at which they changed it to made people more susceptible to like messaging. Messaging. Yeah. And ever since then, music and everything is played and recorded at this frequency that the Nazis changed it to. It would be really interesting too

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to hear like a side-by-side comparison of how music used to be recorded cuz like in my mind I'm confused at like if we would hear the difference or not, right? Like what is the difference? Raven was saying that when she was recording her music she wanted it to be recorded and played at the frequency that it used to be. Mhm. But everyone like her producers were saying that no, it won't sound good to people. I need to hear this. I need to hear a side by side. It's so weird. So weird. It's also reminded me of the podcast Wind of Change where they basically it's all like the conspiracy about this one song that was kind of like infiltrated the USSR. Well, isn't the black tapes also about a sound? The mathematical breakdown of sound. Oh my god, that that podcast was ahead of its time. Look at this. We're just catching up. Yeah, this is so trippy. I'm like, I can't. Kiki, you sent us spiraling.

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We've been spiraling all day. After your episode today, I believe that that free flow sound was almost identical to the buzzing noise of my refrigerator. It must have been the right frequency and maybe the drowsy state that I was reading in put me into the perfect combo to send me out of my body. Who knows? But now after listening to the telepathy tapes and this episode, I think I want to get back into meditation and see what I can do with my consciousness. And they write consciousness. I think it would be really awesome, but also I'm kind of terrified. So we'll see if I really commit. Story number two. I think this is your sign. This is We're reading this. That's your sign. And I'm doing it. So do it with me. I believe I was 21 at the time of this story. For a little background, my girlfriend's mom lives in a home in St. Paul, Minnesota. Mhm. I had to think about what MN stood for for a second. The house is lovely, but has kind of a weird vibe, like you're not alone when you are alone type vibe. I'm not very in tune, so it's hard to explain. Anyways, it's an older house, probably built in the early 1900s. It

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has three levels, the main floor, the top floor, and a basement. One night, my girlfriend was dogsitting for her mom and decided to have some friends stay over. It got a little rowdy. Everyone got pretty drunk. It was tequila night. And I would say by the time I went to bed, I was starting to come down to a buzz level. I think there's five rooms on the top floor. So I headed to bed with my boyfriend at the time and we slept in the room that was my girlfriend's old bedroom. And to describe this room, you walk in and to the right is the bed and past the bed is an arched entrance into the bathroom. I'm not sure why, but there's no door to the bathroom, which sucks because I do like having all entrances closed when I sleep. Side note, I have pretty vivid dreams and I remember about 60% of them. However, I don't usually enter REM or at least remember any dreams if I've been drinking or partaking in any of the Devil's Lettuce, which also I did that night right before bed. So, the following is unusual. I started to dream about needing to go to the bathroom. In my dream, I get out of bed. I head

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through the arched entrance into the bathroom. But when I get there, there's a little girl in a Little House on the Prairie type dress. At this point, I was already like, "Oh, hell no. and she's sitting on the laundry basket in the corner. All of a sudden, my dream turns red. Like red tinted. It flips upside down. The little girl is now telepathically telling me to murder everyone in the house. Holy [ __ ] This is not where I thought this was going. Obviously, I'm like, "What the [ __ ] little girl? Hell no. That's some evil shit." So, I say, "Nope." I walk away. I started to feel my physical body freeze and get really, really heavy. I was aware that I was slipping into this sort of sleep paralysis state and I was like, "Oh no, I do not like this. I do not like this. I'm trying to move. I'm trying to wake up my boyfriend." And finally, I shoot up. I wake up. My heart is racing. I thought, "Wow, that was a really weird [ __ ] dream." I'd also never felt sleep paralysis before. So, that really stuck out to me. Of course, I had to tell my girlfriend the next day, and she replies with, "I told you this place is haunted." We laughed it

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off. But then about a week or two later, we get some coffee with her mom and she starts telling us a story about when they were digging up the backyard along her fence to bury the electrical for solar panels. The employees ran into something. They called her to come out because they found bones rolled up in a rug. Like, [ __ ] what? When she said this, my jaw dropped. So, my girlfriend and I of course are asking her mom all of these questions like, "Okay, well, what kind of bones? animal bones. And she said that from what they could tell, it was definitely bigger than a dog. And so we asked, "Did you dig it up? Did you call the cops?" Like, this is all kind of crazy. I don't know how many people wrap their pets in rugs and then bury them in the backyard. And also, bigger than what kind of dog? So, my mom says that they called the non-emergency line and basically they said they couldn't do anything about it and that it was likely buried in the neighbor's yard, so they couldn't really dig it up either. From what I remember,

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they just left it. They left it. I guess this is like when Katie Santry found the found the rug. You got to call the police. You have people come investigate. From what I remember her saying, it was at least 2 ft underground. They couldn't obviously see all of the bones from where they were. So, they made the assumption that it must have been bigger than a dog. But, I think we're all thinking the same thing right now, right? Like, it's a freaking body. I guess we may never know. But this leaves me to question if there's energy on the land or in that house that made me have that weird evil dream. I guess that's another thing we'll never know because I refuse to do Ouija and I really tried to make any kind of contact with those kinds of spooky dark spirits minimal. Thanks for reading. These are literally my only two personal experiences of the paranormal kind. However, my now boyfriend's aunt has a bunch, so maybe I'll put together an email with her stories in the future. See y'all on the other side. Love, Kiki. Well, Kiki, you made a spiral. That's for sure. Um, and I feel like we can

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know because you know where your girlfriend lived, so we can send someone professional to go investigate and find this body. But I do think what a mystery. The experience of seeing the little girl it turning evil and then feeling sleep paralysis come on does make me think that there was something negative. Mhm. trying to like instill fear and in that moment, right? I just kind of can't get over the body in the rug cuz also like rugs aren't the cheapest thing either, right? And you're usually not wrapping like a pet in a rug. Like I feel like Yeah. Like a whole rug. Yeah. That just embodies a like something sus, right? Huh. Who do we call? St. Paul, Minnesota. Police. Hey, we have a story from a listener that we know takes place in St. Paul, Minnesota, which we don't know where. We don't know where this house is, but there was a body rug. Someone named Kiana was 21 at the time.

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The house was evil. So, that show got weird vibes. Like, when you were alone, you didn't actually feel like you were alone. They're like, "Oh my god, we know exactly what you're talking about." Exactly what house in this entire city. Um, okay. Dang, y'all are haunted. That we know. This is making me just like feel even more assured. I really liked that beautiful like closing of your laptop delicately. I I just if you listen to the Patreon bonus that we did end of June, this is actually coming out in July, but I talk about and at this point I don't know how many tapes of the gateway tapes I'll have done, but while we're recording, I just yesterday tried tape one and it's making me feel re even more reassured that what I experienced is like I'm on the right track. I'm getting there. And by the time this episode comes out, I'm going to be [ __ ] visiting all of y'all in my ass walking through the side of your bedroom doors. Be haunting you. Yeah. Creeping down the hallway.

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Tiptoe. By the tulips. Through the tulips. By the window. Thank you all for listening and a special thank you to our editor and producer Jamie because I don't know what happened to us today but sorry. Um that's all we can say every 12 words we had to resay. Yeah. And if you have experiences with astral projection if you have attempted to use the gateway tapes and are tapping in tuning in please email us. We want to hear all of them because we're on this journey together. We love you and we will see you on the other side. Very spooky.