It was during that same year that I had my first experience with astral projection. Like many things that have happened to me in my life, it just happened... I had no idea what it was called, or whether it was good or bad... it just started one night, and I enjoyed it so much that I looked forward to going to bed each night so I could "travel" again. One day my parents decided to have a little talk with me about what I was doing. They were concerned..... well, that would be putting it mildly. They began to tell me horror stories about how Satan could grab my soul while it was outside my body. My parents' words terrified me so badly that I can remember vividly that night, lying in bed and feeling the "pull." That is the word I used to describe the sensation of my spirit trying to break free. I resisted it, night after night, until I stopped feeling the pull completely. I cried at the frustration of it, how unfair it was that some evil being wanted to harm me when I had not harmed anyone. Now as I reflect on this, I am saddened at how easily I lost that ability that once came so naturally. Even today I am still struggling to regain astral travel. On the other hand, I am starting to see that time as the beginning of end of my childhood innocence. Life isn't fair, and good people do get hurt.
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