I had the weirdest experience on 08/09/2014, what I think was an out-of-body experience while listening to binaural beats for astral projection. It’s not what it seems, it gets scary so keep an open mind while reading.
You need to understand what binaural beats are before you continue reading so read this short explanation found here:
Binaural beats therapy: Benefits and how they work (medicalnewstoday.com)
I went to sleep at around 10 pm listening to binaural beats for astral projection. I laid my arms by my side and drifted off to sleep.
That’s when the experience started, I was riding my bike on the streets in the dark. The streets were lit with amber street lights, as I was riding there was talking in the background like a car radio speaking about the news or whatever radios talk about. I was riding around for a while taking in everything I see as it was nowhere I’ve been before.
Then I started to approach a group of people hanging around in a garage, the background noise immediately stopped, they were encouraging me to come over to them. There was something very dark about them, something I was afraid of so I rode my bike faster to get away from them.
At that point I passed a woman riding her bike and nearly crashed into her, I swerved quickly and I apologized, she sharply shouted “it’s ok, stop!” to which I carried on riding.
Then almost instantly after I ended up riding into someone, it was the woman again, I immediately recognized her as I have met her before in another bad dream I had when I was again listening to these binaural beats.
She had greasy dark blond hair, a withdrawn face like she had abused drugs for a while, and dressed roughly. She told me I could die! like I nearly did last time, obviously, that was frightening, she seemed really concerned. Saying how it’s nearly over and really hope I make it this time.
Then a man walked past in a hooded jacket or it may have been just a Jacket but I couldn’t see or can’t remember his face, almost like I wasn’t allowed to.
He said to her “you are looking after him aren’t you?” she replied “yes, I think he’s ok now” to which he said, “He’s on his last legs make sure you are” he didn’t look at me or talk to me directly but I swear it was someone I know who has died.
Lastly she said to me, “you need to go now”
Then I woke up at 11:42 pm, only an hour and forty-two minutes had passed. Now I would normally think “wow that was a bad dream” and continue on to think nothing more of it.
But the worst thing is, I woke up with my fingers curled up tight into my hands, my writs stiff, bent facing inwards on my chest and my whole body had pins and needles. It took a while before I could move.
I know that may describe sleep paralysis but when I have my own experience unless I can’t explain it myself, I usually have accurate intuition about what my mind or body does. In this case, I believe my heart stopped and my brain carried on, as it was in another realm or place, either my body wasn’t aware, or my mind didn’t know to keep the body going while it was there, so just stopped. Then when I was awoken, my consciousness returned to my brain which immediately kicked started my heart and got my body started back up. Sleep paralysis is the blood pumping back through your body and why you can’t move until it’s done, it also explains the pins and needles.
The position I was in reminded me of the position I found a dead man in a few years back who had not long had a hart attack, or like a new born baby. It was like my body went into that position because I wasn’t in it and it was dying.
I’m 30 years old (when I had this experience) and I have plenty of dreams of all types good and bad but nothing quite like this, where I wake up in a strange stiff position with pins and needles all over literally paralysed for a moment.
I remember every last detail as if it was real and happening. Like I said I’ve had loads of dreams but I never remember them like that.
I’ve had time to analyse what happened, I think I left my body as that’s what the binaural beats were meant to do, the group of people calling me over was death in some form or another which is why I was so afraid to go over.
Then the woman tried to bring me back to my body because it wasn’t aware of what was happening and it started to die. The man I think I knew which is why he wouldn’t show himself to me but I’m not sure about the woman, she felt very familiar.
Then when I woke up, my body started to come back to life slowly as I returned to it which explains being paralysed having pins and needles and being stiff in a position I can only relate to death.
What’s your first thoughts to that?