The Hall of Records
For those of you who wonder about why I have entitled my newest CD The Hall of Records....Read this (a reposting of an entry I made earlier this year - I really believe I visted the Hall of Records):
About 6 years ago, when I was in my cast from my car accident, I fell asleep and awoke to someone tickling the side of my body. I dozed off again, only to awaken a few seconds later to the same sensation. When I looked over to my right, I seen "faces" and heard voices whispering. I looked up and seen a thin, good-looking man around 30 years old. He said he was here to take me for a visit. I told him that I had a broken leg and couldn't walk. He then picked me up, and I noticed a bright light coming from the bottom of the door jam. We walked right through the door (all of us, there was about 15-20 people with him) into what looked like a large cave. At the end of the cave was a bright light that we walked straight through. The next thing I know, we were in a library type of building. There were shelves, books, tables, and counters. There were also people in there. I knew that I had "crossed over", but I wasn't afraid. I asked the man carrying me to take me over to the window. I noticed that we were on what looked like the 3rd or 4th floor of a large building. It was not daytime, but more of like a twilight or dusk. There was no sun, but instead a deep rose colored sky. It wasn't bright at all. I figured it was either almost night, or the start of sunrise. (I had assumed that it was sunny on the Other Side and completely bright, but I've learned afterwards that my experience of it matched what others have said about it over the years.) I also had seen another building "across the street", but I didn't know what it was.
I started to look around at the people in the library and noticed that some of them knew me. From where, I have no clue, but it all felt so familiar to me. Some of the people made me laugh, and that's when I noticed that my clothes had changed. Instead of the shorts and t-shirt that I usually wear to bed, I was instead dressed in what I can only describe as white pajamas with long pants. My friend was still holding me up, but didn't seem to get tired of holding my fat body. After spending some time in this library, we walked through the wall into the dark corridor again back to my room. (I must say here, that something extremely personal happened to me before he took me back to my room while we were still in the library, and I don't really want to talk about it yet -- it's too personal. I've since learned that things we can be ashamed of here in this existence, can be extremely spiritual ways of expressing ourselves over on the Other Side.) When he set me back on my bed, the people surrounding me looked as if they were sending me love. I didn't want any of them to leave. He sensed this and told me we would see each other again soon. He also told me that this wasn't the first time he took me for a visit, but that I was just a young child then, but to him that seemed only like yesterday.
I immediately "woke up" after this. Waking up after an experience like this signifies that this was an astral visit. It was not dreaming, but an out of body experience. I did not feel fear, but I did feel a sense of loss. I turned the light on and wrote down everything that happened. I knew that I had visited the Other Side and that he took me to either the Hall of Records, or one of the Retreat Towers. I know that if this is what life will be like when I die, then I look forward to it.
About 6 years ago, when I was in my cast from my car accident, I fell asleep and awoke to someone tickling the side of my body. I dozed off again, only to awaken a few seconds later to the same sensation. When I looked over to my right, I seen "faces" and heard voices whispering. I looked up and seen a thin, good-looking man around 30 years old. He said he was here to take me for a visit. I told him that I had a broken leg and couldn't walk. He then picked me up, and I noticed a bright light coming from the bottom of the door jam. We walked right through the door (all of us, there was about 15-20 people with him) into what looked like a large cave. At the end of the cave was a bright light that we walked straight through. The next thing I know, we were in a library type of building. There were shelves, books, tables, and counters. There were also people in there. I knew that I had "crossed over", but I wasn't afraid. I asked the man carrying me to take me over to the window. I noticed that we were on what looked like the 3rd or 4th floor of a large building. It was not daytime, but more of like a twilight or dusk. There was no sun, but instead a deep rose colored sky. It wasn't bright at all. I figured it was either almost night, or the start of sunrise. (I had assumed that it was sunny on the Other Side and completely bright, but I've learned afterwards that my experience of it matched what others have said about it over the years.) I also had seen another building "across the street", but I didn't know what it was.
I started to look around at the people in the library and noticed that some of them knew me. From where, I have no clue, but it all felt so familiar to me. Some of the people made me laugh, and that's when I noticed that my clothes had changed. Instead of the shorts and t-shirt that I usually wear to bed, I was instead dressed in what I can only describe as white pajamas with long pants. My friend was still holding me up, but didn't seem to get tired of holding my fat body. After spending some time in this library, we walked through the wall into the dark corridor again back to my room. (I must say here, that something extremely personal happened to me before he took me back to my room while we were still in the library, and I don't really want to talk about it yet -- it's too personal. I've since learned that things we can be ashamed of here in this existence, can be extremely spiritual ways of expressing ourselves over on the Other Side.) When he set me back on my bed, the people surrounding me looked as if they were sending me love. I didn't want any of them to leave. He sensed this and told me we would see each other again soon. He also told me that this wasn't the first time he took me for a visit, but that I was just a young child then, but to him that seemed only like yesterday.
I immediately "woke up" after this. Waking up after an experience like this signifies that this was an astral visit. It was not dreaming, but an out of body experience. I did not feel fear, but I did feel a sense of loss. I turned the light on and wrote down everything that happened. I knew that I had visited the Other Side and that he took me to either the Hall of Records, or one of the Retreat Towers. I know that if this is what life will be like when I die, then I look forward to it.