I Was Kicked In The Astral Plane: Empath series, #1

I Was Kicked In The Astral Plane

A Personal Journey by Guy R.J. Albert

PROLOGUE

The Beginning

Lines Lines Everywhere Lines Connecting With Eagerness Connecting Our Minds

Orange

Red

Purple

Blue

Green

Balance

I’m a Soul Man

AP Geography... What did I step in... Shit!

I Am Feelin Your Vibes Man!

All We Need Is Love, Love

Are We Dead Yet?

Evil Rides In The Darkness Tonight

What The Hell... Is Going On

Science!!!!

How Vladimir Demikhov Actually

Made A Two-Headed Dog

The Hydra

OK Dammit.

Addendum: Personal

Epilogue

Dragons

Armageddon

Acknowledgments

Personal

References

This book is dedicated to

Clamatis DeCor, for if it

Were it not for her undying

Support and encouragement

This book would not have been written.

All Rights are reserved,

Copyrights are enforced and no copies

For any purpose shall be made

Without the permission of the writer and or

The publisher.

D2D Publishing

November 2021

Prologue

Well ok, so I am finally publicly admitting to being an Empath! This is no easy thing for me since I didn’t realise it until I was in my forties. Oh don't get me wrong, I knew there was something different about me. I mean really, I could help people when no one else knew they needed it. Or I seemed to be able to understand the teacher better than I should. I had an advantage that I had no idea where it came from or why for that matter. Did it grow on me like a fungus, if I went to the doctor could he give me a pill for that? Duh, well I didn’t know anything about it, not even what it was.

I sort of stumbled through life making weird decisions based on strange assumptions, like mistaking, need for love. That turned out shitty, ha, stumble on though I did. One day I picked up a book on Anthropology (I tend to study a lot of stuff you will get to know that as we go) by Carlos Castaneda, his first book was written like field notes as he studied the Yaqui Native tribes of New Mexico. He mostly focused on the shaman of the various villages and found that there was a thriving shaman and apprentice type of system. He discovers that he was assigned a shaman teacher as the dead shaman leaders had chosen. Umm did I tell you the shaman used a lot of peyote in their rituals, no, well they did, and they said it connected them to the after world where people and the dead could meet? So I kind of went off on a tangent a little, but you will find that I do that a lot too.  That book and his others got me on the road to my learning of my fungus infection.

I found a lot of new age books at that time that spoke of a change in the human being from a corporeal turd to a luminous energy being. Hahahaha uh huh bull shit. I know better now but that is for later. Nevertheless, I did find in some of these books the description of Me, OMG that blew me away, mind blown, and all that. Then I understood the feelings, why I hated crowds, and why I became so introverted from a very young age. So you would think I would jump into that with both feet and embrace my new knowledge. Fuck no, you crazy, I was scared shitless what was all this crap, I felt the truth in it, but that doesn’t mean I walked around with an Empath badge on my shirt. I did spend a little time studying the implications, the factors involved, and so on, but you know my logical mind had trouble accepting something that was so, my brother's friend's aunt could fart in someone's nose and cure them! There was no science, I will get to that in this book too, don’t you worry your pretty little head over that.

There were some good books by very good writers that I wish I still had copies of so I could provide you with their names and book titles. I almost lost my train of thought, off on a tangent again. The thing is I am proud to say that I am a good researcher, in my career to find parts for older electrical equipment, or to find information on specific topics that interest me. So there was one author that was a practical lady, who knew that every Empath isn’t going to be the same, so she wrote a book concerning the practical aspects of training yourself to improve your abilities whatever they may be. It Is a small book, the sort of handbook a researcher carries into the field. My second wife sold it with a bunch of my prized science fiction books, because oh you don’t read them anymore, get this, at a garage sale, while I was working out of town on a job site, for $1.00 per box of books! Oh well I am over it, it was a long time ago, @#@!$$###$$$@@$&^%$$#@, and all of my Metal LPs, *T^$$%$#@!#$^%&^*&. Good thing I am over it though because, well I oughta, to the moon Alice. What was I talking about? Oh ya, the little book! Ya, that book helped me refine and in a way strengthen my abilities. I hesitate, on strengthening, because to be perfectly honest I did not want them any stronger, malls and public places were already hell. I had to learn how to block a lot of that noise out myself, but the strong emotions still get through no matter what I do. I am wondering though, if other Empaths feel strong emotions, say in a mall, from people that they haven’t even laid eyes on? For instance, I may be sitting on a bench in the mall resting, (I am retired now and have too many chronic diseases) just people watching, and I may get a strong feeling of anger, or terror, or sorrow, then the very person that is feeling those emotions shows up and sits beside me like I am the comfort zone. Does that happen to anyone else? I don’t want to suggest that I avoid malls because of that, but you damn right I do! Damn it, BOOKS I was talking about books, yes books are good, but they don’t or didn’t for me tell me how to be an Empath in the world. I didn’t know how to deal with that. I would say to someone that I may trust enough to tell them that I have some Empathic abilities. Not coming right out and just sayin it, was like sayin oh you are sort of pregnant. I have not told many people, one person that I told was so upset that I was able to intrude on her privacy! Listen girl I am not a mind reader, but I can feel the fear, so what is it exactly you are hiding? LOL. I did not ask that but now I wish I had. In some cases of course it may seem like you are reading someone's mind, but that’s on rare occasions and it is easy not to get yourself in trouble there.

That brings up the next point that had bothered me for some time before I had the pleasure of the universe introducing me to Clamatis. You see there is an enigma in my mind concerning being an Empath, I am sure that others feel the same way. Even if as an Empath that you are well aware of, what is it good for? What can it do for me and others, besides the obvious? Some make money as card readers, that takes more than just being Empathic in my mind. I think you must also have some Oracle abilities as well, some Empaths seem to have more healing abilities and practice in those fields. For me and others, being very reserved and unable to be out in the public eye as such. Therefore, I think many Empaths simply do not pursue anything with their abilities. I was the same, the world she is a changing and we must change with it. I hope that in this book I will help you find your way, turn the damn light on before you kill yourself for god sake... Then maybe you can find a way to fit your knowledge and skills into helping the community, other people, and I suppose the world in general. In my working life I have written many types of documents from safety manuals to legal and business documents, and although they seem very dry, and they are, writing is a passion and I loved doing it. So this book is my contribution to the cause as it were. Clamatis insists though that I need to publish it too, my introverted self says "now just wait a damn minute, I’m all for the writing part, but other people have to read it too, that’s just too much! She is funny that way (bitch).

For the reading public, the community, and all of the other crazies out there, I must say that this journey is my own. It is how I see things, my interpretation of the Astral Plane, my abilities, and my observations. I do not want to step on anyone’s toes unless we are dancing then it is inevitable. How you see these phenomena, how you interpret them are your own. I do not want to influence you in any way or change your perceptions. The truth is the opposite, if anything I would like to enhance your experience, perhaps give you a different view of the things I see, and add to your information that you may have found on your own. For those of you that can go to the Astral Plane easily, I hate you all... It is a chore and very difficult for me to do so. Perhaps in time and with more practice, it will be easier, but for now, it is not often that I can reach it.

My logical and analytical mind may provide insight where others simply haven’t looked at. Or I have had experiences that you have not had in your life. Some of my experiences are graphically heart-wrenching, others well not so much. I am not going to relay my life experiences unless they relate to the subject. So nya nya na nya nya. This is not an autobiography, it is a journey, a journey that took me to a place and a realization of a truth, perhaps ancient, perhaps new, in either case, there are similarities and differences. I hope that you as the reader enjoy my work, understand the journey, and are enriched by it. May you all find a way to see what I have seen, you never will be the same again.

Guy

The Beginning

In a dusty small prairie town in Alberta Canada, I stood staring down at a maggoty dead horse... Hahahaha No that’s just fucked up. It is well known that the first sentence in a book sets the tone or the main character of the book. In a way, this is true here. Although this is a serious endeavour, I cannot stop my silliness from erupting from me sometimes. That being said and not to diminish the maggoty horse image, I will try and find the beginning of the beginning. I have been diagnosed with several chronic conditions: Fibromyalgia, chronic migraines, diabetes, fatty liver disease, irritable bowel syndrome, and a host of comorbid fun and games. Around 2011 or so, my daughter mentioned to me that she had been using cocaine, lol no she was meditating to change the mindset from the, oh I am always in pain, to the more Zen approach of ya but nobody cares. So as is my norm I stopped at the library and read a couple of papers, and guides for more information. Unfortunately, they were mostly to help people who were already meditating to get more from it. As the universe is apt to do soon after that, I was in the wonderful world of Walmart and came across a cd that guided you through the steps of meditating and provided various background sounds to help you along the way. One was just white noise, or mountain brook, or birds, or the ocean waves. I chose the ocean waves, having a fondness and a connection to the ocean.

At this point, first of all you have to understand that I am a dreamer, I think all artists are. My family is very large 14 siblings and many of us are artists, painters, sketch artists, writers, and such. Also, we are very silly and can be loud on occasion. Goes with the territory I suppose, being west coast kinda, people, hippies, and weirdos. My gift or curse as may be applicable at any moment, made me the black sheep of the family. Not that I wasn’t talented, but the crowd of people was nearly impossible to be with. So move east young man they said, well no one said that, but as the universe would have it that’s what happened. I found work in Edmonton Alberta, that’s where the small prairie town thing came from, not the maggoty dead horse mind you. Today Edmonton and the surrounding area are over a million people, not so small I guess. Work and circumstances eventually got me to ta-da, Regina Saskatchewan the city that rhymes with fun. That is where my story begins the beginning.

My wife, at the time (technically still is), did not like to be ignored by such things as meditating or reading. I hope she reads this lol. Unless of course, she was reading then, by all means do not and I reiterate do not bother her. Nonetheless, it was a difficult place to meditate, with cats that would sit on your head, and a wife constantly interrupting, I had to wait until she wasn’t home and I had done all of the chores that she had given me to do, fully aware of the pain I was constantly in. To be able to give it a go. So although not as often as I would like I did manage to meditate and practice the technique that the cd was teaching. It was a body concentration type of process, whereby you progressively concentrate on a body part, then in time move on to the next and so on. The idea for those unfamiliar is that once you move on you forget and ignore the body parts you have concentrated on. It does work with practice but does not take you beyond that, there is no further meditating say on a problem or issue, or to simply zen out.

So as it happens with me, as you know by now, I came across an article on a different method and purpose for meditation. In this format which was difficult for me as I said, I am a dreamer, is to concentrate on the darkness behind your eyes. You start by darkening the room and then close your eyes and concentrate only on the darkness. The idea here is that you clear your mind and the issue or subject you wish to meditate on, then comes to you. I don’t know how it is supposed to come to you, like on the cat, or in a commercial format. I had limited success with this method and eventually settled on the one I use today which is several methods that I have learned put together. I will get to that later because for now, we are talking about the beginning. So don’t rush me dammit.

Today as I write I am in considerable pain. Of course, that is not your concern, it does bring the need for the meditation practises to the surface again. I was not looking for any existential experiences, though the universe does seem to bring what you need when you need it. The universe is so bloody enigmatic though and to see at the time what was needed is like looking at the maggoty dead horse with no context. I can now look back and understand but back then thatI was an idiot at an idiot convention. Relief was my goal, but the universe had something else in mind for me.

That is perhaps the first point I want to make, the universe doesn’t dictate anything, it only provides signposts on your path. It is totally up to you to make the decision which direction you will choose. There may be hints, omens if you like, but seeing them and recognizing them for what they are takes practice, and some understanding of the workings of the universe. Even today I am still learning, growing, and finding that the signs are everywhere if you know where and how to look for them. I don’t mean to discourage you, it really isn’t difficult, once you know what it is to look for you simply need to pay attention. That is my biggest problem, I tend to think of more than