That time I picked up a stray from another dimension.

My adventures in astral Travel

Let me start by saying I’ve done some weird shit in the name of seeking enlightenment or at least a deeper understanding of who I am and why I am here, why any of us are here and WTF “here” is. I’ve never not believed anything was possible.

I’ve explored all things occult, woo woo, meta and quantum physics and everything in between (I’ve made entire movies about it), so when my second child was born and I was searching for a way to get more sleep while still being able to check in on both my kids, a friend suggested astral travel.  

Wow, imagine if every mom was taught this, our kids would never be lost again!

The idea was that I already have a psychic tether to my children, as they have become teenagers this is often a blessing or a curse to them. So, using that “tether” I could find them easily in the ethers and check in by using a technique called astral traveling, which is basically like having a out of body experience, where you are consciously able to direct what you do, where you go, etc.

I traveled a lot for work and sometimes found settling down after a long day's work to feel into my kids and then go into a meditation to find them hard with my monkey mind racing. So, I decided I would “build an airport” in my mind and use it as a way to drop into the brain wave needed in order to leave my body, fly to wherever they were and make sure they were still breathing.

I swear I’m not a helicopter mom, just your usual the world is a weird place paranoid mom.

For some, astral traveling is as easy as turning on (or off) a light switch. For me, any type of meditation takes a minute and some mind trickery. So my airport was elaborately built with tunnels. I never actually got on a plane, ironically I hate to fly. I would enter a tunnel and poof, I would come out right where my kids were, check in and be back in a flash. My travels never lasted more than 5-10 minutes. This took me a very long time to perfect and it worked like a charm.

Right as the pandemic was lifting and we were beginning to make our way out into the world again, I started seeing a man who lived about 2 hours from me. Most of the time he would make his way to my neck of the woods, book a hotel and we’d have an amazing time together. Then he would leave, and I would go back to my house, which was only a block or two away from the hotel we rendezvoused at.  The airport was never needed for these trysts, the tether wasn’t stretched to its limit.

One weekend he convinced me to come to him. My kids were both well into their teens and used to me traveling, so I figured a weekend away was exactly what I needed and off I went.