Then, after Kashpirovsky, a real psychic boom began in St. Petersburg. I, like many others, began to engage in meditation and clearing energy channels. After two years of continuous parapsychology studies, I began to notice that the clothes that I folded next to the bed in one place in the evening, I find in another in the morning.
Then, and I live in a communal apartment, my neighbor, a general practitioner, said that she often notices how at night I walk aimlessly around the apartment, and advised me to stop all my activities. Well, in the summer, I began to shock passers-by that I began to wander along the cornices of my own house.
When I went to bed, I soon began to see the outlines of my room and furniture through closed eyelids. Everything was in yellow and gray tones. Then I stopped feeling my body. I didn’t do any meditation before going to bed. Everything happened against my will. Then, somewhere behind my head, I began to "see" how light was pouring, close to blue. Sometimes I opened my eyes, the vision did not pass, but as soon as I turned my head towards a strange source of light, everything disappeared. The room and objects in it were not illuminated by light. He was of some other origin. Then this light began to pulsate in front of my closed eyes, and after that the objects in the room began to approach and move away from me. Further, a corridor appeared in front of my eyes in yellow-gray tones. Now I realized that then I got up and walked around the apartment, but in my feelings,in my brain was on the bed. If we turn to the concepts of parapsychology, then during meditation it is possible to separate the astral body from the physical. In this case, the physical remains in place, and the astral embarks on a journey. For me, it seems, it turned out the other way around - my astral body was lying on the bed, and my physical body was walking wherever it pleases.
But before taking a walk along the eaves of my house, I felt like I was in an elevator. The elevator gets stuck, I feel stuffy, but then a bright ray of light appears in front of my eyes, which completely absorbs me. The beam is cold, but at the same time kind and gentle. He leads me.
Once, when I was standing on the ledge of my window, someone shouted loudly below. I opened my eyes. In the next instant, something invisible pushed me in the chest, and, flying into the room, I lay flat on my bed. It became very scary.
Here's what is curious: in reality I am very afraid of heights, afraid to look from the balcony even on the third floor. I myself live on the fifth and tie myself with ropes to the central heating battery when I wash the windows. Where did such courage come from in a dream? I was told that my consciousness was switched off. Who knows?