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Astral Projection is Like Swimming But Without The Risk of Drowning

Astral projection article reprinted with permission from EasyAstral.Com

 

What if you never learned to swim because you didn’t believe that a consciousness could exist underwater? Wouldn’t you be needlessly missing out on one of life’s simple pleasures? Learn more about astral projection and how astral travel can be easy. Get your astral SCUBA gear. That is Soul-Contained Unconsciousness Being Apparatus.

I’ll begin by saying that for me and many other regular astral travelers the astral realms are fun, invigorating, and perfectly safe. Swimming is fun and invigorating too but it does come with the dangers of drowning or encountering sharks.

Actually, astral projection can be compared to swimming in a number of ways.

1. Your vision and hearing are distorted.

When you are underwater, whether snorkeling, swimming, or just with your ears or eyes under the surface of your bathtub, the sounds you hear and your vision have an unusual quality. Light is refracted differently and sound waves are not the same as in air. Imagine if you had never actually stuck your head underwater before. Might your first aquatic experience feel like a delusion? The eyes and ears that your body has are not along with you on an astral projection. You have only the senses native to your soul with you. Your astral hearing and vision is keen but it is also quite different than you are use to having during your wakeful consciousness.

1. While underwater and when astral projecting you are weightless.

In actual scientific fact, you aren’t truly weightless in water. It simply feels like you are because you are more buoyant in water than you are in the air. In the astral realms, you are as weightless as the soul. You can move up , down or even at the speed of light powered by the strength of your mind. Actually in this respect, I suppose astral projection would be better compared with the weightlessness you would expect to find in the vacuum of outer space.

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3. Water and the astral realm are nothing short of awesome.

Whether swimming, diving, frolicking in the surf, or just luxuriating in a hot tub, being in water is an experience on earth that is not to be missed. Well, neither is the sublime bliss of slipping free from the constraint of your physical body to explore or just to experience the thrill of existing in the ethereal plane.

 

Have you ever immersed in water? Did you do so even despite the risk of drowning or the rumor of sharks? Hey! Astral projection holds fewer dangers and far greater rewards.

Every Step into a Death Whisper

I was aware of the exact instant of my death, because that was when my spirit drifted free of my lifeless remains. Interestingly, my spirit wasn’t pulled from my body. I’m certain that I left it of my spirit’s own volition. Both the Bible and casual talk about death call this ‘giving up the ghost’. That’s an apt description of the death whisper process. When my spirit was free, I didn’t feel any vestige of my mortal body. It was very much like astral traveling: in fact almost identical.

I didn’t turn but was viewing my now vacated corpse. When astral traveling, the spirit has a 360-degree spherical sensory range. In my spirit form, I moved about five feet forward and two feet upward from the action. The quality of my vision became super-enhanced, multi-dimensional and different from eyesight.

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In that physical moment my lifeless body was clad in a heavy black wetsuit but I saw myself as naked. I could see the figures of the two other divers attending my body but they were almost translucent and shadowy, because the eyes that were viewing my body were fixed on my form. Prior to this vision, I hadn’t seen the second diver even once. He had been below my goggle view and the only way I knew he was there, was through my out-of-body spirit’s perspective.

Though my body’s arms were dangling at my side and my legs were together, I saw my nude form in a spread-eagle posture. The total sight was similar to Leonardo D’Vinci’s anatomical sketch, where the legs and arms are drawn in 2 positions at once. I wouldn’t be surprised if it were discovered that the great artist and inventor D’Vinci heard a death whisper a near death experience himself. That would explain both the D’Vinci sketch and why D’Vinci had thoughts so far ahead of his time-period.

At this point I spit out my mouthpiece because my lungs were already seizing up from the water I had ingested.  I realized in this moment that death whispers in good air bubbles and my death was now inevitable.

Another face appeared in my vision.  My dive-mate had seen me eject my regulator.  He had climbed up my body to bring his own good air supply to replace mine.  I took the proffered mouthpiece and tried a breath, but this only pushed the fluid further into my lungs.  His regulator contained good air, but it wasn’t helping.  I spit it out.

Strangely enough, here at the worst part of the drama is where things started to go right instead of wrong.  When I spit out that second mouthpiece with the good air, I ensured that I would drown, but it also saved my life.

If I had made the surface before my breathing stopped, I probably wouldn’t have survived and the second regulator shows why.  Upon reaching the good air, my breathing would’ve circulated the caustic seawater throughout my lungs.  I would’ve died of a process called secondary drowning where the lungs produce mucus to protect themselves from an irritant.  Death would’ve still whispered.  The water I had already ingested would kill me long before reaching emergency care.

I looked up at the surface, where the good air seemed tantalizingly close and the rays of sunlight in the water were reminiscent of many religious images.  That was a melodramatic final scene I’ll remember vividly until my next death.

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As my eyes darkened I fully expected death to whisper and that it would be the utter end.  I didn’t experience any fear of pain at this point, even though I knew that my death was inescapable.  I was frightened in my soul because I had no faith in any afterlife.  I knew all I would experience would be nothingness.

I have to say that drowning like this was a fairly painless way to go.  Maybe if my lungs had actually filled up with water it would’ve been worse.  For me, the death was due to a relatively small amount of salt water causing my lungs to seize in rejection.

Death whispered in my ear and with that, I was dead.

It was in an emergency situation but not a pressure panic.

I briefly considered my current options but as I was already choking on the brine, there was no panic but also no time for a lengthy decision process. Ascending quickly might cause serious medical pressure problems but I made a decision that I would worry about the consequences later. First, I wanted to get some air that wasn’t saturated with water and that would definitely be available at the surface.

I tugged my dive buddy’s fin and I pointed up. He interpreted my gesture as a second verification that we would start angling upwards for a controlled ascent. He nodded affirmative before turning away.

With the 20/20 vision of hindsight, I should have displayed more urgency to him. My guide was well experienced in SCUBA and doubtlessly would’ve gotten me to change to my spare regulator. But perhaps by this time it might’ve already been too late for that to save my life. I already had a significant quantity of seawater in my lungs.

As my partner resumed his track, I started swimming straight up. Remember that I still haven’t corrected my buoyancy issue and that means that I’m dragging extra weight with me. Luckily, I forgot about that. I also wasn’t in the panic mode that might’ve had me quickly inflating my buoyancy control device, to take a balloon ride up. That would have definitely had a terminal result.

My dive partner looked back to ensure I was trailing his wake on a shallow upward angle. Instead, he saw me climbing for the top and guessed I was experiencing nitrogen narcosis or pressure panic from the 100’ depth. In his catching up and arresting my upward progress, my friend did exactly as he should have done. He had no way of knowing that I was breathing liquid.

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Another diver witnessed the struggle and joined in halting my ascent. As a result I only made it up to approximately 50’ below the surface.

The pressure panic both other divers suspected is an interesting affliction, but I can’t equate myself as having experiencing pressure panic that day. The closest I came to even mild terror was in the falling/vertigo sensation but that was before I started drowning. I continued to be lucid and moderately calm through the whole emergency situation that followed. I had also spent time fire departments and had been in a few dangerous positions before without panic or loosing my head.


To be honest, I wasn’t even completely aware that my progress was being slowed. The two other divers had grappled me from below and outside of my mask’s peripheral vision range. I was drowning and was fully focused on my reaching the surface. I wan not in a pressure panic.

Where is the water coming from?

In dissecting the events of my underwater problem afterward, I’ve come to the belief that some things could have been done differently but most of these would’ve resulted in a death, with no chance of rescue. Things went wrong leading up to my drowning but then everything began to go right and those saved my life.


My first thought was that I didn’t have a proper seal at my mouthpiece. I removed my regulator and then reinserted it. This was my first and biggest mistake. I should have switched to my spare regulator. That would’ve saved my life and that’s what the extra one is for. However, I didn’t and another breath of water told me that I hadn’t found the solution yet.

Next, I tried clearing my scuba mask. I’d been having difficulty with the fit around the wetsuit’s hood. Now, I incorrectly assumed that the water might be coming in from the mask. Retrospectively, this couldn’t have been the source as that should’ve been quite noticeable in my nose.

I first filled my scuba goggles with water and then cleared them completely. The water in my airflow remained and now I realized that my underwater situation had slipped from problematic to grim. While underwater I never did identify the source of the problem leak. A post-accident inspection of the gear showed that a piece of the regulator had inexplicably split.

Physical Anatomy of Drowning Death

I’ve done a fair amount of SCUBA but this was my first time in cold water.  We were diving a 350’ vertical wall, but weren’t planning to go that deep.  I was enjoying the new conditions northern waters presented, but was having some minor difficulties with the rental gear.  As with most major accidents, my drowning was a series of little problems adding up to, and exacerbating a critical malfunction.

The rubber hood kept pushing my mask askew and I often had to clear the water out of it.  I also found the heavy mittens made doing things more difficult than using bare hands.  At 10 feet, I had balanced my buoyancy to neutral but now at a depth of 100’, pressure had squeezed the tiny air bubbles out of the thick neoprene wetsuit.  This made me heavier than water and as I swam out over the remaining 250’ abyss, I began to sink rapidly.

Strangely, I had the same vertigo sensation that I would’ve had standing at the edge of the roof of a twenty-story building.  I kicked my flippers and scrambled back onto the ledge.  My breathing became moderately heavier from the small amount of extra exertion and the mild fright.

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I was about to adjust the air in my buoyancy control vest, when I checked my gauges.  My breathing air supply was down to only half a tank remaining which meant we should start heading back to the surface.  I indicated my breathing air status to my partner, and he signed back that we would start our slow ascent.

I still hadn’t solved my buoyancy issue, but I turned my head briefly to view a starfish on the rock wall.  I swiveled my head back and suddenly began to breath seawater.  My drowning death had now begun.