My Kitchen from Another Point of View

The first time I astral projected by visualizing a place, I was really surprised at how it happened!

I had been trying to project to a room in my house. The reason I picked my house is because I knew it very well—I spent so much time there, I knew all the rooms inside and out, so the memory of all those details about the house were so clear: the layout of the different rooms, the sliding glass doors, the bumpy tiles in the kitchen, everything.

One morning after waking up I decided to stay in bed a little longer; it was the weekend, and I could hear some of my family in the kitchen talking and eating breakfast. I ignored this small distraction, relaxed my body and concentrated on...the kitchen, of course.

I imagined myself in my kitchen, observing the counters, the metal sink, the grain of the wood in the cabinets. I felt myself walking forward, stepping onto the cushioned mat in front of the stove. Wanting to make the exercise as real as possible, I visualized myself opening drawers, sorting through the contents until I pulled out a knife. I reached for a piece of fruit from the basket on the counter, and felt myself carefully slicing it until sticky juice seeped out.

Until this point in the visualization, although I was well concentrated, the images weren’t particularly clear—everything I imagined was dim, hazy, and dark. Suddenly, as I looked down at the fruit I was holding in my hands, the entire scene exploded into brilliant, vibrant color. I really saw my kitchen, as real as being there physically, full of light and life, but more detailed in fact than how it normally appeared.

The next thing I knew I had projected out of my body, straight over head of my family at the kitchen table. I landed face first way up high in the the corner of the wall and ceiling, my face smushed up against the wallpaper while my family ate breakfast down below!

I couldn’t maneuver myself around very well, but as I hovered in the air, pressed up against the wall, I looked closely at the wallpaper, and in front of my eyes I saw a very unusual dark, shadowy shape. I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I studied it intently.

The experience was brief, and before I knew it I was back in my body again. As soon as the kitchen was empty, I hurried to drag a chair over to the spot where I had projected. Once I stood on the chair, I could see, way up high, the exact mark I had seen in the astral—a tiny, insignificant detail of the wallpaper that you would never spot from the ground, but from up high there it was: a dark, shadowy patch of an unusual shape.

This experience meant a lot to me because it was the first time I projected and saw something in the astral that I could later verify physically—my own proof to myself that the experience was completely objective and I could see things that actually exist physically.

~ Dara
Toronto, Canada