I was probably in my early teens, when I had a series of intriguing experiences at night which would repeat themselves on a regular basis. The scene was always similar. After my physical body was asleep, I would wake up and step out of bed. The bedroom was always lit up. I walked around my brother’s bed towards a closet. I slid open the bottom sliding door and crawled into the closet space. At the back side of the closet I slid open another door (which was not there in physical reality). At the other side of this door was a strange corridor that ran to the left and right. I stepped through the door and sat down in this corridor with my back to the wall. This was a corridor unlike anything in our physical world. It was about eight feet high and wide. Its walls were very nice and from a strange material. It was always brightly lit, although there were no lights or light bulbs. Many people were going by in both directions, but none paid attention to me. The corridor was very long because I could not see the end of it, nor to the left nor to the right. I would sit there for a little while looking at the people passing by. Then a lady would come from the right to get me. She would take me by the hand and take me somewhere. Most of time I could not remember where she took me, because after a few step my memory was blank. Everything it became clear again at the moment she dropped me off at the same spot. Then I went through the reverse routine of opening the sliding door, crawling into the closet space, through the front sliding door, walking around my brother’s bed, lying down in my bed and falling asleep. In the morning, when I woke up I remembered all this.
On some occasion I was able to remember where the lady took me, although my memory was always vague. She took my into the corridor for a certain distance. Then we went trough a door, and through about two or three rooms. We arrived at a large room with slightly elevated podium on which an old man was sitting. He would talk to me for some time. Then we went back.
This is an important kind of experience. It took me a long time to figure out what this was about. The fact that when I woke up and my bedroom was lit up, indicates that my consciousness was in my astral body. My astral body stepped out of my physical body. I strongly think that I was programmed to do this, because the whole routine was very automatic. Somehow I knew what to do, and to wait in the corridor for the lady to get me. The corridor and the rooms were on the astral realm/dimension. The fact that I usually was not able to remember part of the experience, indicates that it was going to a higher plane of consciousness than my usual every day consciousness.. It is know that when the soul has higher astral experiences, it will have difficulty remember these when the soul reunites with the physical body, because the time element of the higher realms is different than the time on the physical. The physical brain/mind has always difficulty to interpret experiences that transpire at higher realms, and usually it just shuts out any memory of it.
It is not unusual for spiritual oriented people to be educated on the higher realms at night. At night, one’s consciousness shifts, away from the physical body to the astral body. Dreaming is not the only activity while out of the physical body. Once in the astral dimension, one’s consciousness can go to other realms, and converse with other beings. As our society has become purely materialistic, one’s mind has learned to shut out, or forget, automatically any experiences that transpire on the spiritual realms.