and convincing that I amusingly had the instinctual habit of
being careful not to wake up anyone in the house while I walked
around, if that was even possible. I felt so normal and my usual
self that I considered whether I would die or how I would get
back inside my body. Usually, these types of thoughts cut the
experience short for most people, but through meditation, I had
adequate control over not letting such thoughts consume me.
Getting a hold of myself, I intended to go outside. With the
knowledge that this dimension was ultimately non-physical, I
flew through my bedroom wall and came out hovering on the
other side to see a beautiful clear night sky with a full moon
shining its light on the lush treetops. I had never seen outside
my mundane house with such a spiritual and magical quality
before. It was visually stunning, but what's more was the sense
of vibrancy, life and emotion that emitted from everything I saw.
I became so overwhelmed with what I was seeing that I
woke up. I was in a state of shock and didn't go back to sleep
that night. However, I was also overjoyed. I truly felt as though
I had found some hidden treasure, stored on the edge of reality,
located parallel to the physical dimension. This feeling has never
really left me, and this sense of joy I always feel with every OBE,
it is hard to not fall in love with such an experience.
I got up, struggling to contain my excitement; I wrote down
the experience in my journal, desperately trying to express in
words the tangibility of it. As I did, I looked at my room and
how it was precisely the same as how I'd just experienced it. I
went to my bedroom window to wave my hands through the
moonlight and got shivers feeling how different it felt to do this
physically; it somehow felt less vibrant. I wanted to be back in
that dimension. The physical now felt like more of a dream, and
to this day, I have rarely felt any different. However, I have
learned that living more present in waking life can give almost
the same quality as the astral plane.