I remember the first time I astro-projected. I woke up naked, and cold. I didn't understand why I was so cold, or why my head felt like it was about to pop. All I could see for miles was white, and it wasn't white like snow.
Where am I? I thought to myself.
I wanted to cry for my dad, his strength would calm me. Being only five years old, you could image the fear I felt. I finally stood up when my childish fear could no longer stump my insatiable round-eyed curiousity. I began to wonder, the smooth white beneath my feet was so smooth it felt like running your tongue over freshly brushed teeth.
"Mom?Dad?!" I squealed, panicked.
Where are my parents? Where are my clothes?
I felt hot tears welling up on my eyes, but willed my feet not to stop. I could see nothing ahead, but a tall mass of smooth white sand jutting from the ground. I walked up closer to it, reached out a hand, but before i touched it I heard..
"Wait..." It came so silently and forcefully I thought I said it myself.
"Mommy?" My child self cried again.
"No..." Returned the silent voice, and my hand dropped in wonder.
I looked around for where the voice had come from, but I was surrounded by white.. The mass had began to shift. It was changing it's form before me, and a figure began to emerge beneath it. Part of it made contact with my left forearm. It was still smooth to the touch, but so cold it ran a chill to my bones. I tried to recoil from it, the cold touch beginning to turn into a freeze burned grip. I barely was able to remove my arms with my childish strength, and it took a few tries before I could struggle free from its grasp. I ran as fast as I could back in the direction I wandered from, little heart beating faster than I ever thought it could.
Everything was black.....I awoke cradled in my mothers arms, she was chanting.. No pleading.
"Oh god please, not my baby. Don't let this happen to my little girl.."
"Mama?"I choked out, barely audible.
"Oh thank god.." She gripped me tightly.
That was my first experience. I don't know where my soul went when it left my body. The fact that I was merely a child is probably the reason I can only remember the fear and waking up safely in the arms of my mother. But boy was I a hit with the members of the clergy after that. From that point on; I was Jedidiah's prodigal daughter, next protector of the clergy.
The wise men wanted to train me. They set out to instill each of their skills upon me so that I may become as powerful as my father someday. They began to monitor me, watch my skills, ask about my out-of-body experiences.. I didn't understand why I'd have to concentrate for hours on a white wall or with my eyes closed, trying to stretch beyond my body's limit. They'd push me to keep going, to keep pushing until my nose would bleed or my head would feel like it was hit with a hammer. The worst time was a combination of the two, followed by vomit and convulsions. Yeah, no one ever said that becoming a badass was a pretty process.
Mom stopped them after that, saying a headache is one thing but this is cruel to do to a young girl. She told them that my powers weren't fully transpired and that she would not let this continue until they had. I didn't astro-project for four more years after that..
As I grew older I understood the voice I spoke to on that plane, 15 years ago, wasn't a voice at all but a thought. I was reading someone or something's mind, or rather connecting with it beyond my body's physical limits. That's why I could see nobody. Nothing but the white of a plane my human mind couldn't fathom. I was reading it's mind then, and it wanted me gone. I wondered if it sensed I did not belong. That I was void of a physical form in a place that I did not make since to occur in. I could sense the anger it held within it.. It didn't want my presence and soft and viciously evil "no..." has rang in my head still to this day. Sometimes I even still have phantom pain from its freeze-burned grip on my arm..
