My First Astral Travel
This happened on the same night I discovered the true identity of “Saeki-no-Jiisan” at the cathedral.
Ever since the day Gyu declared himself a goddess
(🔗 Article 8 — The Night I Questioned My Sanity),
he hadn’t spoken a single word to me.
…Well, I did tell him,
“Gyu, please stop talking. ”
so part of that silence was probably my fault.
That night, after reading online about St. Andrew,
I felt drained and decided to take a bath before bed.
When I sank into the warm water,
my hands and feet began to tingle—
a light, fizzy sensation, like tiny bubbles moving under my skin.
Almost like the feeling when you step into a hot bath
while your body is still cold from winter air.
Something felt as if it were flowing into the tips of my fingers and toes.
It’s hard to explain.
Before I could make sense of it,
my breathing changed on its own.
Slow.
So slow that the exhale seemed endless—
like my breath was being poured out of me,
not pushed.
When it finally ended,
a long, soft inhale began,
and with it came the sensation
that something gentle was being placed onto my chest
while I breathed in.
Then another long, slow exhale.
I closed my eyes.
The tingling in my hands and feet
spread with the rhythm of my breath—
flowing up through my legs, torso, shoulders…
How am I not suffocating with breaths this slow?
I remember thinking that.
The sensation climbed up my neck,
until finally,
it reached the inside of my head.
My mind felt—
ticklish.
Fizzy.
Light.
What is this…?
Where am I going…?
My awareness began to drift.
And then—
space.
The universe.
I could see it in my head.
Part of me knew I was still in the bathtub,
but another part of me
was somewhere far beyond.
My consciousness felt split in two.
Then suddenly—
space was gone.
I was… somewhere else.
An indoor marketplace?
Shops on both sides,
a ceiling above,
crowds walking around.
Everything was blurry.
And the gravity felt strange.
I was floating.
Floating upward.
My head bumped the ceiling.
People began gathering below me,
watching.
Embarrassing.
I want to go down—please let me down—
A woman stepped out from the crowd
and reached her hand up toward me.
She held my hand,
pulled gently,
and brought me back down.
I thanked her.
The scene shifted again.
A restaurant.
I was sitting at a table,
waiting for food I had apparently ordered.
I wondered what dish I had chosen…
But the scene was fading.
The blurriness grew stronger.
I knew I couldn’t stay.
I was being pulled back.
And then—
I opened my eyes in the bath.
The other “me,”
the one who had gone somewhere else,
was gone.
For a while I just sat there, stunned.
Maybe I fell asleep and dreamed…?
That’s what I tried to tell myself.
But deep down,
I knew.
This was my first astral travel.
At the time, I didn’t realize it.
I thought what happened that night was something entirely new—
something extraordinary that had finally begun.
I didn’t yet understand
that this “astral travel” feeling
had brushed against me once before,
long ago in my childhood,
in a way I had completely forgotten.
Back then, I only knew how to descend inward.
Now, I was suddenly being lifted outward.
I thought they were different experiences.
I thought one belonged to imagination
and the other to the spiritual world.
I didn’t know yet—
not then—
that both were simply
different directions of the same doorway.
And that this doorway
had just begun to open.
.
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