 Originally Posted by luminousy
Hello everyone, i'm a new member to this forum , i've been searching around the web for a good place to conduct this experiment, once i found this place i decided to do it here.
So, i am firmly atheist and skeptical regarding anything that's supernatural or non material, therefore i have my bias towards disbelief.
Even so, i have a very open mind and have always thought that if there IS indeed something beyond this life, there must be some kind of PROOF for it.
Everything that exists can be proved in one way or another, even if we don't have the tools to do so in this century.
Recently, i have just lost a loved one that was very dear to me, and i can't help but wonder, did that person simply cease to exist forever? will i ever met that person again?
Of course, i know that won't happen and the most likely thing to happen is that we simply cease to exist forever, which is not bad since we won't feel anything at all.
Anyways, jumping to the experiment, If Astral Projection is real, therefore the soul exists, and there is indeed very easy ways to prove such a thing.
To all the Lucid Dreamers and Astral Projection enthusiasts, i invite you to come to my 'House', and tell me exactly how does the place where i live looks like.
The most important observations must be.
1- What does my 'Home' look like?, is it small, big, huge , What kind of 'Home' is it?
2- What do I look like?
3- How does the inside of my house look like?
4- What is the brand of the potato chips can laying in the kitchen counter?
I know these questions sound a bit silly but for what it's worth it may help us settle this endless debate and at least prove if Astral projection is real or not.
this is very similar to a post I just made. During my first ever lucid dream, a DEILD, I met a Chick at a rave. She was huge into music and super cool. Then I woke up, I wanted to keep that dream going so I forced myself immediately back to sleep. When I became lucid, I didn't realize it at first, just everything felt different but I couldn't figure out what it was. I take notice to the fact that everything seems different and I start waking up again. I ask the girl for her name and she tells me. I tell her mine, I tell her to find me, as if I know I'm in a dream and I'm urging her to find me in the real world if I don't find her first. Then I realize I just made a conscious decision to ask her for her name, oh snap! I'm lucid! I Immediately wake up. I jump on the computer and search this persons name. Turns out, there's a girl in another state that's, get this, a rave promotor and she's big into music. We have 0 mutual friends, we are in 0 groups together, and we're in different states. There's no way I'd have seen this person before. Now her photo, it's the same girl from the dream, but her hair is different and minus the piercings, that or my dream recall isn't good enough, which is possible being that I do smoke MJ and they say that causes low dream recall capabilities. My impression of that though, is that what I saw, wasn't a representation of her physical self, but more a projection of how she sees herself. If that is the case, then if I were to venture to your house, what you look like as you've projected yourself into the dream world, or how you see yourself deep in your consciousness, your souls identity basically.. That could be very different or very similar to how you actually appear. Find a mirror in your next lucid dream, take a look at how you see yourself, you might be surprised. In my post I give a theory and test very similar to what you're asking, you should read it and let me know what you think.
To add to this discussion, When I was younger, I did a lot of hard drugs like Ecstasy. One of the stupidest things you can do is let someone pass you out while you're rolling. Well, I did the stupid thing of taking a bunch, and I mean A BUNCH of x that night, and then the second stupid thing of getting passed out. Basically you hyperventilate yourself and then cross your arms over your chest, and let a friend pick you up as if they were cracking your back, you pass out, and you wake up blowing up which is like, the peak feeling when you're rolling. So I do both stupid things.. I wake up, only I'm not blowing up like normal, everything feels different, and now that I think about it, almost feels like the lucid dream when I knew something was different.. This though, this was a darker experience. I was on the floor, where I would be after getting passed out. Everything was dim and darkened, all of my friends were there, but they had very wide eyes like something scared them. I speak, my voice echoes. I can hear them talking amongst each other, but everything that they say is mumbled and I can't make it out, like distant echoes of a group of people talking. I'm sitting up with my legs in front of me. I get scared and beg my best friend to stop this horrible joke. Still no response as my voice echoes.. I look down at my legs, all normal.. I look on the ground behind me, and I see it.. First my hand, then my arm, then my head.. I realize that I am sitting up, outside of my unconscious body, and suddenly I snap back towards the ground, as if I were being pulled back into my body. I wake up shaking in convulsions. Everyone is in the same exact place they were just a moment ago when I was out of body. Everyone was wide eyed. They said I wasn't breathing, I was out for nearly 20 minutes, of course I didn't stop breathing for the whole 20 minutes that I was unconscious, but they said I stopped breathing for at least a few minutes. Apparently the participating idiot that I let pass me out dropped me on the tile floor as my body went limp and I smashed my head on the tile while I was rolling and had just been passed out. This caused the series of events just described.
What this says to me, is that the soul CAN leave the body. They exist as two separate things. Now this may not prove it to you, it depends on whether or not you believe my story, and even if you believe it, do you find a logical way to explain it or do you go with believing that there is something else? For me, I always wondered if there was something else or if you just ceased to exist. I have my own proof, which allows me to be comforted in the fact that I know there is something else. What I'm not sure of is if I like that something else, because it was scary and creepy, but I suspect it was a sort of limbo between levels of consciousness or heaven and hell or moving to a higher consciousness or being reborn, or staying alive in the body I had. I didn't get to choose though, I was pulled back into my body with no say so. Though that's probably the choice I would have made anyways lol. Anyways, hope this helps you figure out what you needed to figure out.
- Cole Minor
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