Woke up in the middle of the night from an intense dream–at least I think it was a dream–where I had astrally projected into my living room downstairs. It was VERY vivid, and I knew immediately that I was “awake” and on the astral. Initially I panicked but then I saw this super tall, white glowing figure in the center of my living room. He radiated calm and everything around me glowed with a sense of joy. I didn’t feel joy but I saw joy. Very hard to describe. Everything was light, and everything was good.
I didn’t get much sleep after that as it took me forever to get back to sleep. My mind was just racing.
Morning rite went well, as did noon prayer rite.
I keep thinking about the astral projection/dream. Real Life’s “Send Me An Angel” keeps playing in my head. I’m running on very little sleep and had just enough energy to get work done, get home, and cuddle with kitties.
Evening rite went well.
That is fabulous! I experienced something similar once. I woke up against the ceiling downstairs right under my bedroom. I distinctly remember feeling each layer and the spaces between the boards as I flew through them to my bed. Oh and I also was plagued by “Oh Holy Night” running in my head for months, especially the lyric “Fall on your knees…hear the Angels voices. I also found an angel medallion on a table but I left it there because it wasn’t mine. It was the thought that counted. Haven’t seen joy yet but I can see how that could happen.