This is a subject close to my heart on account of what happened to me as a child. I was born in Germany and was raised in Berlin. When I was five years old, I had my first spiritual experience, though I didn't realise the importance of it at the time. I remember my mother putting me to bed and just as I was about to drop off to sleep, I heard a voice repeatedly calling my name. It was as clear as a bell. I opened my eyes and to my amazement saw the image of a lady floating above my bed. Thinking back on it now, there was a familiarity about her, she looked a little bit like my mother. This lady waved to me and beckoned me to follow her. I closed my eyes for an instance, feeling rather drowsy. There was a pleasant tingling sensation in my head and the feeling of a slight electric shock.

All of a sudden I found myself on the roof of my house, four floors up, with the lady right beside me. Yet I wasn't in the least bit surprised. I knew it was nighttime and yet it looked rather brighter, like a sunset but without the sun. Everything sparkled with a vibrancy that has to be seen to be believed. I remember that everything shimmered, as if it had a life of it's own. There was an electric blue permeating everything, and a wonderful feeling of belonging. It seemed that I found myself in some kind of super-reality. There was absolutely no noise whatsoever. Standing on the roof of my house , I was looking down at the street below. There were a few cars darting about, and I floated very slowly towards the pedestrian way and the few cars which were parked there.

I was aware of the lady guiding me gently towards street level. She told me that in reality there were two of me. One sleeping in my bed, and the other one with her in the astral. I was only five years old, yet I understood it all and I couldn't explain why. Just to drive the point home, she later showed me my sleeping body and I understood the truth of it. In a strange way, while I was visiting the astral fields, I seemed to possess an intellect far greater than any five year old had any right to have. This happened to me very regularly, despite my tender years. I thought at the time, that everyone was able to do what I did, so I didn't think it was unusual in any way. I didn't even tell my mother about my nightly travels, nor about the lady. Looking back on it, I now know that everything in life happens for a reason. I understand that I was primed for something I was to do at a much later time. My nightly sojourns ended as sudden as they started the moment I reached puberty, and would not return until my mid-twenties. Astral flights, as I call them, are nothing new or unusual. Almost everyone does it every night, whether they remember it or not. The ability to go "home" at night is the birthright of every human being, but sadly due to a rough separation between the Spirit and the physical vehicle, many people rarely remember what they have done or seen during their trips. If presented with the facts, they'd rather explain away their experiences, preferring to resort to more prosaic interpretations.

If you are interested to do this properly, there are many avenues open to you. Many books are available on the subject. Watkins Books in London's Cecil court stock a great many of them for example. There even exists an Institute in the USA, dedicated to the study of OBE's and the various dimensions and foci. If you want to know more, press the links button to your left and look for the Monroe Institute and browse to your hearts content. As the Buddhists say, every journey starts with a single step.