Ms. Munki
Rising Star
It was a few months ago when I began my first journey to the other side. After hearing so much about the journeys of other people, I felt pretty comfortable about diving in. My lack of experience with other experimentation provided a clean slate, and with no other past experiences to draw upon, I had no real expectations, which I suppose is a good way to go into it.
So there I was… lying in bed, preparing myself for what was to come. I meditated, trying to clear all thoughts from my mind. I was ready.
Because my left lung is severely underdeveloped, I had to inhale slowly as my lung capacity would only allow so much. Breathing in as deeply as I could, I filled the chamber with smoke. Exhaled. Then inhaled again, clearing the smoke from the chamber. I did this two or three times, and on my last exhale I was gone.
This being the first time I had lost control of my senses, I was terrified. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I couldn’t feel my legs. I felt myself rising up out of my body, but I grabbed the sheets of the bed to hold myself down. I was seeing things I had never seen before… shapes, colors, and flashes of visions I couldn’t make out.
What the !@#$ is happening? I don’t want to leave my body! I’m too scared! I can’t control it! Get me outta here! I was in the midst of a terror-filled fit! Never in all my life had I ever experienced anything like this. I was desperately holding onto the sheet because it was the only thing I could hold onto that would keep me from floating up out of my body. I jerked around, cried, screamed. And after some time, I heard a voice (belonging to my bf who was sitting with me) softly say, “Let go.” And so, I did.
Those words echoed around me, and I felt myself relax. The neon-colored geometric shapes that moved in front of me were entrancing. I stopped crying, and at one point, I smiled. As the tension left my body, a tunnel opened up in front of me. I wanted to explore. As I peered in through the tunnel, I could clearly see 2 people. These people were helping rebuild something. From what I could see, it seemed as though I was looking at a natural disaster area that was now being rebuilt. This place, wherever it was, had been completely devastated, and these 2 people I saw were part of the relief effort. They were carrying sandbags or something of the sort. Although I couldn’t go through the tunnel, I wanted to. I knew those people were there to help. I wanted to see more. What were they building? What was there before? What had happened to the area they were working on? Who were those people? But before I could go any further through the tunnel, I was back.
I slowly opened my eyes and returned. I felt a wave of calm come over me. I wasn’t sure exactly what to make of the experience, but I was just glad that I got through it. Something that started off scary ended up being very pleasant and undoubtedly intriguing. And albeit scary at first, I felt so grateful to have had that experience.
So there I was… lying in bed, preparing myself for what was to come. I meditated, trying to clear all thoughts from my mind. I was ready.
Because my left lung is severely underdeveloped, I had to inhale slowly as my lung capacity would only allow so much. Breathing in as deeply as I could, I filled the chamber with smoke. Exhaled. Then inhaled again, clearing the smoke from the chamber. I did this two or three times, and on my last exhale I was gone.
This being the first time I had lost control of my senses, I was terrified. I didn’t know what was happening to me. I couldn’t feel my legs. I felt myself rising up out of my body, but I grabbed the sheets of the bed to hold myself down. I was seeing things I had never seen before… shapes, colors, and flashes of visions I couldn’t make out.
What the !@#$ is happening? I don’t want to leave my body! I’m too scared! I can’t control it! Get me outta here! I was in the midst of a terror-filled fit! Never in all my life had I ever experienced anything like this. I was desperately holding onto the sheet because it was the only thing I could hold onto that would keep me from floating up out of my body. I jerked around, cried, screamed. And after some time, I heard a voice (belonging to my bf who was sitting with me) softly say, “Let go.” And so, I did.
Those words echoed around me, and I felt myself relax. The neon-colored geometric shapes that moved in front of me were entrancing. I stopped crying, and at one point, I smiled. As the tension left my body, a tunnel opened up in front of me. I wanted to explore. As I peered in through the tunnel, I could clearly see 2 people. These people were helping rebuild something. From what I could see, it seemed as though I was looking at a natural disaster area that was now being rebuilt. This place, wherever it was, had been completely devastated, and these 2 people I saw were part of the relief effort. They were carrying sandbags or something of the sort. Although I couldn’t go through the tunnel, I wanted to. I knew those people were there to help. I wanted to see more. What were they building? What was there before? What had happened to the area they were working on? Who were those people? But before I could go any further through the tunnel, I was back.
I slowly opened my eyes and returned. I felt a wave of calm come over me. I wasn’t sure exactly what to make of the experience, but I was just glad that I got through it. Something that started off scary ended up being very pleasant and undoubtedly intriguing. And albeit scary at first, I felt so grateful to have had that experience.
