Beyond the Astral: Metaphysical Short Stories

Copyright © 2019 by William Buhlman

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Print ISBN: 978-1-54397-265-8

eBook ISBN: 978-1-54397-266-5

Table of Contents

Introduction

The Boy Who Could Fly

Thought Farms

The Falling

Crash

Soul Sisters

Block of Ice

Baby Talk

The Beautiful Scar

Weekend at the Akashic

Life Boat

Interview with an Astral Guide

The Teacher Becomes the Student

The Power of the Key

Other Books by William Buhlman

Audio Products by William Buhlman

William Buhlman

Susan Buhlman

Acknowledgments

Introduction

We are an amazing nonphysical species using biological bodies for temporary experiences on Earth. The reality of our existence is far more interesting than the accepted concepts of body, mind and spirit. An exciting journey of self-exploration and discovery lies before us.

Open your mind to a more expansive vision. The true path to our spiritual essence/higher self is an inner journey of our consciousness beyond the physical body. This search requires the vision and courage to seek the invisible spiritual path that lies within us.

Some methods to travel the inner spiritual path are deep meditation, trance work, and self-initiated OBEs just to name a few. The key is for us to be completely open to an inner shift of our awareness from the outer physical to the subtle realms of consciousness within us.

This book provides unique stories of transformation written to enhance your connection to the inner journey of consciousness. We wish for you to enjoy these stories that speak to the highs and lows of our human adventure. Look carefully, you may see a reflection of your own physical journey as we relay our experiences to you.

Stretch your thoughts and see where your inspiration will take you!

The Boy Who Could Fly

Mom, I was flying last night, I’m not making it up! Billy was adamant. He had an incredible experience and had to make his point loud and clear. He followed his mother around the kitchen trying to make her understand. Anna stopped, put her dish towel on the counter, and grabbed a bowl for his cereal. She looked him directly in the eyes and said, Billy, it was just a dream.

No it wasn’t Mom. It was real. I could see our neighborhood, my school, and even Grandma’s house! Nothing she could say would dismiss his excitement. He had entered a new world, but convincing her was going to take some work.

Son, dreams are your imagination at work while you sleep. We can’t really fly, she said as she poured corn flakes into the bowl in front of him.

Billy appeared dejected as he slowly pushed his cereal around the bowl. He couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t believe him. He expected that from his teachers at school but not from his own mother.

Billy, hurry and eat your breakfast—you don’t want to miss your bus.

He was disappointed as he thought to himself that adults just don’t get it.

This had been happening for some time. It was not unusual for Billy to be awakened in the middle of the night by strange vibrations, sounds, and numbness. On a few occasions he couldn’t move his body at all and became afraid that there was something wrong with him. As more time passed, he began seeing through closed eyes and even felt as though his body was floating.

Those nights when his room appeared to have a soft moonlit glow, he floated up and hovered near the ceiling of his room. Imagining he was an astronaut suspended weightless in space helped to keep him calm. Once he got used to the floating sensations, he realized it was fun. Soon, he could easily swim around his room and even move through walls. He felt so free, it didn’t even bother him that the wall color looked different and he couldn’t read the words on his posters.

He tried to explain to his mother how real his night-time adventures were, but she didn’t understand. She always called it a nice dream and said it would go away. Secretly, she wondered if he needed some medical attention. Maybe there was something wrong with his brain.

As the weeks progressed Billy continued his night-time explorations, each time discovering something new. Over time he saw that his thoughts were the sole engine that moved him. With practice, he found it easier to maintain his floating and flying by focusing on a single thing—a location or person. His thought control was important, because without it he would wander and then slip back into a dream or sleep. He prolonged his flights by pretending his physical body did not exist. His confidence and curiosity grew with each night time journey.

Then one night as he floated, he thought of flying like Superman and shot up through the ceiling at a terrifying speed. He was soaring so fast and high that it scared him; startled, he thought about his body and instantly snapped back into his room with a jolt. Once grounded, Billy was relieved to be in his bed again with no harm done.

Eventually ‘Superman flying’ became fun beyond words. He thought to himself, Mom is not going to believe this. I bet night flying is where the entire idea of Superman came from. At school he excitedly told his friend Johnny about his night-time floating and flying, but his friend told him it sounded like an action figure dream, not a real experience. He felt so alone when even his best friend didn’t believe him.

Lying in bed he thought of a way to prove to his mother his flying was real. Maybe he could see something unusual to convince her. That night the strange vibrations and sounds started again; Billy enjoyed the waves of energy moving through him. He surrendered to the vibrations and could feel himself become numb as he slowly moved away from his body, floating gently through the ceiling. In slow motion he glided through the rafters and the roof and hovered just above the top of the red-brick chimney. The ability to control his movement was increasing. Floating was such a subtle thing; adults could not begin to understand.

Silently suspended above the house he turned to look at his surroundings and could clearly see the green shingles of the roof. Focusing his vision he noticed a yellow round object in the gutter. It had to be a tennis ball. Excited by this discovery he snapped back to his body. The next morning at breakfast he told his mother about the ball in the gutter and how he had floated up and seen it. He was sure he had proof this time.

His mother just smiled and said, Billy, you and your friends have thrown balls around the house. There are probably all kinds of toys on the roof. He felt dejected by her words; even evidence wouldn’t make her believe!

After Billy left for school his mother pondered her son’s strange stories. I’m not sure what to do about his fantasy of flying. I wish that I could talk to someone about this, but I don’t want anyone to think my son is crazy.

The next night Billy felt the familiar vibrations and drifted up through the roof. Hovering weightless over his house he slowly turned in space and decided to have some fun. Stretching out his arms he thought of flying and shot into the sky with incredible speed. This time he flew over his neighborhood; he could clearly see the playground and the baseball field at his school. After some time he began to get heavier and started to descend. While trying to maintain altitude he instead did a slow-motion crash landing to the ground and instantly snapped back into his body. Opening his eyes he smiled to himself; it didn’t hurt, but he wondered why he had gotten so heavy. It was weird. Even so he felt proud of his flying and wished he could tell everyone about his amazing discoveries. He was excited but also frustrated; the entire world should know about this—what is wrong with the adults? They all seem so closed-minded.

One night he thought about the moon and instantly felt a sense of rapid motion. He was hovering just above the lunar surface. His vision cloudy, Billy spontaneously demanded, Vision now! Looking down he could see the gray craters of the moon. In the distance he could clearly see the Earth; it looked like a small, blue globe hanging in space. In awe, he realized the immensity of what he had experienced and he knew it was real. With a single thought of his body he was back in his bedroom pondering his experience. Then the reality sank in—no one is going to believe me. If my mother won’t believe me, who will? Why don’t adults know about this? If people knew they could fly, then all the stupid fighting in the world would stop. This could change everything!

Unknown to Billy, his mother was standing at his bedroom doorway. It was as if she needed to see for herself that her son had remained in his bed. When she was confident that he was not physically leaving his room, she finished folding the laundry and went to her own room. Maybe she should have a doctor look him over. If there is someone who might have an answer for me, I’d really like some help, she said softly, not sure who was listening.

That night while Billy focused on his grandmother’s house, he was surprised to see his dead grandfather instead. The kind man welcomed him warmly with his thoughts. I am very impressed with you young man. You have become a very effective flyer! Stunned by his abrupt appearance Billy responded, Grand pop, I thought you were dead.

He smiled warmly. No one ever dies; we just change our outer appearance. We stay the same inside.

But you look so young.

Yeah, that was a darn big surprise to me; everyone has a new body after they die. Our thoughts mold our appearance here. It’s an amazing world we live in!

It is pretty amazing. Is this heaven? Billy asked his grandfather.

Billy, there are many different heavens. More than anyone can imagine. I’ve learned that life is just beginning at death. The choices available are beyond our imagination. The physical world is but a tiny part of the many worlds we live within.

I have a lot to show you. Check this out! In a flash, his grandfather appeared on a 1940s Indian motorcycle, complete with a sidecar.

Impressed by the sudden change, Billy couldn’t contain his curiosity. Wow, that’s awesome, how did you do that?

Just focus your thoughts on a clear image in your mind and things become real. Once you learn the ropes in heaven it’s a darn fun place. Come on, get in. Let’s go for a ride. Billy climbed into the sidecar, got comfortable in his seat, and they took off for a drive in the mountains. Green, panoramic vistas unfolded with each turn.

Where are we now?

We are cruising on the Skyline Drive in the mountains of Virginia. This was one of my favorite places to ride when I had a physical body. Nice name for this road, don’t you think?

This is awesome, Billy said as he leaned left and right with the curves of the road. Does everyone go to heaven? he asked.

Everyone continues, even animals. Most people are met by their loved ones and then rejoin them in their soul community. I was met by my mother—your great-grandmother—when I died.

You said I was a flyer. Are there special heavens for flyers? Billy had so many questions.

There are many different walking and flying heavens, each created by the people who live there. The walkers limit themselves to a single heaven, but flyers are free to explore the many levels of heaven. As you have learned, flyers see beyond their eyes and don’t accept the limits of the walkers. Flying is an essential skill in heaven because it gives you the freedom to do and see amazing stuff that walkers will never understand. Incredible teachers and schools exist in heaven; they teach people how to fly without limits. His grandfather pulled off to the side of the road to appreciate a breathtaking scenic overlook. Stepping off of his bike he gazed at the stunning view of mountain peaks projecting onto an endless blue sky. The pops of color from the spring blossoms on the surrounding bushes and trees were surreal.

Grandpa, I have so much to learn.

Yes, we all do. Soon you will learn the art of inner flight. This is where you learn to become a real explorer, an advanced flyer. This is how the answers to the big questions are found, said his grandfather as he returned his attention to his protégé.

What big questions? Billy asked.

What are you? What is your purpose? Why do you exist? What is the meaning of life? Just to name a few. Flyers have the ability to discover the answers for themselves, said his grandfather as he led the boy to a picnic table seat.

What do you mean? Billy sat on the bench and hung on every word.

There are many kinds of people in heaven; for example, there are walkers in heaven, just like on Earth; they remain content within their small world made of thoughts and beliefs. They see only with their eyes and don’t seek to solve the many mysteries of their existence. He emphasized the idea by pointing to his own eyes. They think that their heavenly home is a single, unchanging reality. Flyers know that heaven is not a location but an expanding thought without limits. The advanced flyers learn to travel inward.

Inward? This was a little confusing and he wanted to know more.

"Flyers who can travel inward instead of outward are called navigators. They set their own course and travel within themselves. They don’t accept the rules made by the walker flocks. In fact they reject all boundaries and make it their priority to see and explore all the