Astral Projection
Writer: Felix Quist Møller
15.12.22
Dear reader. Welcome to Healing Arts!
During the next months I will take you on a deep dive into the yogic philosophy as it relates to my own life and hopefully you will gain some insights in what yoga is all about.
First I will tell you a little bit about who I am.
Since I was born, yoga has been a part of my life. To be honest, it has probably been a part of my previous lives as well. It is said that a yogi who reaches a particular level of enlightenment is able to choose where to reincarnate next, and that if one is born into a family of yogis, that person was probably already a yogi in their past life.
I was born in 1989 and back in the 90ies, yoga wasn’t a big thing in Denmark yet. I was raised in a tiny apartment on Christianshavn which was a neighbourhood with a relatively hardcore workingclass-environment, with sailors and factoryworkers as the main inhabitant. To those unfamiliar with the neighborhood, it’s like a tiny Amsterdam in the middle of Copenhagen and host to the Freetown of Christiania. Anyways, the rent was cheap and so a lot of artistic and bohemians moved to the neighborhood already in the 60ies. My parents were those kinds. My father, a second generation Christianshavn-hipster, was a young illustrator and jazz musician and my mom had just arrived from California and was teaching yoga, eating only vegetarian, and burning incense all the time. In short, my mom was one of the first movers of stuff which most urban people may consider mainstream today, but which back in the 90ies were looked upon as pure witchcraft.
I was a very gifted child when I was small. From an early age, I could see people’s auras and guess the names of the strangers including junkies that entered our backyard to fix behind the containers. I was quite the sensation between my mom’s yoga friends. I clearly remember that time. I didn’t care if the people I was talking to were kids at my same age, adult people or drug addicts - they all looked the same to me; like glowing golden beings who just existed. I looked at everyone as equals. In many ways I will dare to say I was like an enlightened child. However, things were about to change.
One day, when I was 5, playing at my friend’s apartment on the 6th floor, I was standing on the window sill. It was big enough for a child to stand on it, with tall windows reaching all the way to the ceiling. We were playing Robin Hood, a quite simple game where my friend would shoot arrows with suction cups on the windows, which I would remove from the window and give ham a fine as the sheriff of Nottingham. But as I was leaning against the window in a relaxed power pose, it turned out that the windows were unhinged, and I leaned my whole body weight into the thin air!
As I fell out the window, I managed to spin around and get a finger grip on the outside edge of the window cornice. There I was, hanging in stretched 5-year-old arms on the outside of the wall, looking down at the street 5 stories below. I tried to get a grip with my feet on the wall, but it was raining, and they were too slippery.
Then I remember I turned my head and looked across the street and saw a woman who hadn’t noticed me. My friend was not to see either when I looked up. It all happened so fast. I thought to my self “Shit, noone is coming to my rescue.” I felt my fingers slipping and my muscles cramping and as I looked down at the pavement under me, and even though I had no concept of what it was, I knew death was coming. It was as if the pavement on the sidewalk made a vacuumed black hole into the ground that was going to swallow me. At that moment, when my body gave up, I was sucked out of my own body and now floating in the air. I was hanging a bit above rooftops, kind of centered from the middle of the street, looking down at my own body in a third person view, like a camera, just dangling there in stretched arms on the outside of the wet wall. Time froze. The raindrops were hanging in the air and even though I still felt a connection to my body, watching my hands gripping in a first-person view, I was also a spectator of the event. All though I did not have the same sense of “I” as I do right now when I am writing this, looking down at my fingers typing.
Then, in a split second, a crack in the sky appeared, and a golden light, almost like a meteor struck down from the sky, faster than lightspeed, dived directly under my physical body and then it felt as if someone gave me a horseshoe. That gave me momentum to somehow perform a full muscle-up and pull myself inside the window again.
When a soul does that, it's called an astral projection, and that experience has been with me through my entire life. From then on, I knew that there was more to life than what the eyes can see. Unfortunately, that experience also scared the crap out of me, fear of death entered my system for the first time my ego was born. The reason why I am telling you a story is because it will be the basis of the rest of my blog about yoga and the beginning of my yogic journey, my Sadhana, in this life.
Yoga actually means the practice of joining the individual soul, that part that was projected out of my body, with the Universal Soul or God if you will. Next week we'll talk about what yoga is for a philosophy and where it comes from.
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Namaste,
Felix
