The Blue Ray: An OBE Ceremony Experience
Copyright 1999 - Robert Bruce (In The Land Down-Under = Australia)
This is what happened to me, many years ago, after my very first
successful deliberate wake induced OBE. I had been trying to
project for several months at this time, and had made a projection
attempt almost every night for the previous two weeks. Trying
to balance everything, relaxation, trance, energy, technique,
etc, for a conscious exit projection is very difficult and can
take some time to master. At this time, I was sleeping in a strange
house and bed as I was watching over a depressed (suicidal) friend
who was asleep in another room at the time.
Amidst massive waves of energy, pressure and vibrations: thinking
I might actually be dying -- I buzzed free of my body. I floated
across the room and hovered there, internally awed by my success
as I looked around and got my sea legs. Just as I was about to
head for the great outdoors, only a few seconds after the exit,
I felt myself in the grip of a powerful force. Unlike the Astral
Wind phenomenon, this force pulled me to the middle of the room
and transfixed me in a horizontal position several feet above
the floor. I hung there looking up at the ceiling for a few moments
as the room slowly dissolved around me.
I found myself lying in near-darkness on what appeared to
be a stone altar. I was unable to do more than move my head very
slightly from side to side. The scene around me grew more solid
and was soon broken by several burning torches. They floated
towards me and hung in the air all around me, suspended several
feet in midair. I sensed movement and heard the muttering of
many voices nearby, and realized I was not alone.
Straining to move my head, I made out the shapes of trees and
stone pillars in the distance, faintly illuminated at the outer
edge of the ring of light cast by the flickering torches. Several
groups of strangely dressed people, men and women of many different
races, were approaching me. Some wore long robes while others
were almost naked, and many wore elaborate headgear. They spread
out and formed a deep circle around me several feet away and
waited, quietly talking among themselves as if I were not even
Suddenly, a ripple of excitement spread through the crowd and
they parted in the direction my feet were pointing, all now facing
this direction. Floating down a pillar-lined path came several
large shields, all brightly painted and glowing. Each one held
a colorful, glowing magical symbol. The shields were oval in
shape and looked very African in design. They came to rest a
few feet away and hung several feet in the air around me. I heard
several voices say at once "The Master is coming!"
and a reverent hush settled over the crowd. The inner-circle
of people closest to me kneeled and joined hands.
An old but powerfully built African-looking man, at least seven
foot tall, walked solemnly towards me through the break in the
crowd near my feet. He was bare headed and wore a simple loin
cloth made of some kind of animal skin. There were symbols and
designs painted in glowing-white over most of his body. The Master
walked up to the altar and stood just to the side near my head.
He looked down at me solemnly for a moment before raising his
hands over my head. He moved them over my body, making what appeared
to be magical signs and gestures, his deep voice chanting resonantly
in a strange tongue.
His words and gestures had a great power to them. From his hands
came colorful sparks and glowing trails formed in their wake
as they moved. Symbols and magical designs appeared in the air
above me, some flowering and spreading and some sinking into
my body. His palms slowly dissolved as multiple rays of colored-light
sprayed from them. I felt these rays touching and burning into
me and something very strange seemed to be happening inside my
body. It felt as if my internal organs were being warmed and
moved about in response to these penetrating beams of magical
After what seemed to me like several minutes, the light coming
from the master's hands changed dramatically, solidifying into
a single gorgeous royal-blue colour, only deeper, brighter and
more vibrant. The colour was simply breathtaking and no colour
on earth could compare with it. I heard awed whispers from beside
me saying "Look look the master's
using the blue ray now!" This single ray of light grew in
size and power and burned right through me.
I felt a tugging pressure in my chest and throat
and my heart fizzed and tingled and thrummed wildly as the light
burned through it. The blue ray spread upwards through my throat
and head, growing stronger and brighter until it filled my mind's
eye, blotting out everything around me. This light was breathtakingly
beautiful and my whole world filled with its royal-blue light
and energy. I felt myself falling into and becoming this light.
I adored this light and was this light and the light became me.
Then, the light slowly faded away like an afterimage and the
bedroom started materializing around me.
I floated free and hovered awhile, trying to work out what had
happened while holding onto the light I could still see in my
mind's eye. I could see a royal-blue tint in the atmosphere all
around me and took a quick look at my hands. As they melted,
they glowed brightly with a royal-blue aura around them.
I slid back into my body and came wide awake, but could still
feel the peculiar fizzy-tingling sensation in my heart. This
lasted for several days and during this time I loved everything
around me intensely. I was on something like a spiritual high.
After this experience, my heart center became my most active
primary energy center. This changed the course of my life dramatically.
Even now, whenever I cover my closed eyes with the palms of my
hands, as I always do immediately after meditation, my mind's
eye still floods with this same wonderful royal-blue light the
sight of which I still adore.
For interest's sake: Two weeks after the above experience,
my mother and I attended a large development circle at a Christian
Spiritualist church in a town nearby. This was at the invitation
of some acquaintances. I had not told a soul about the above
Blue Ray experience (being rather staggered by it) not even my
mother. During the ensuing development circle, two of the mediums
working there (total strangers to us at the time) commented on
a thick ray of blue light they claimed to see coming through
the ceiling and penetrating my upper chest. Because of this blue
ray, one of these mediums talked us into attending a healing
center with them the following night, and literally wouldn't
take no for an answer.
Thus began a very important chapter in my life, one of healing,
service, learning and development. The minute I entered this
healing sanctuary I was requested to work as a healer: something
fairly new to me at that time. There, at this healing center,
my mother and I met an small, elderly, buxom lady with a twinkle
in her eye and a wonderful sense of humour: Selena. My mother
had briefly met Selena once before at a spiritualist convention
several years earlier. During the course of the evening we three
took an instant shine to each other and quickly became the best
of friends. Selena is one of the finest mediums (clairvoyant
and clairaudient) and wisest person I have ever had the privilege
to meet. She was destined to became my teacher, mentor and dearest
friend for many years to come. Selena passed away fairly recently
(1999) but she still comes to visit us occasionally.
To be truthful, I have a slight problem with death. When people
die its really sad (tell me about it!) but I 'still' see them
and talk to them at certain times, and its often hard to tell
deceased people from living people. I remember once, many years
back, riding on a bus in the evening, chatting to the guy next
to me; as one does. A pretty normal event by all accounts; or
was it? Read on and see what happened....
I was chatting with this young man and having a normal transient-type
conversation (we'd both had a few beers, re why I was taking
the bus instead of driving) when we came to the scene of a car
accident. We'd only been on the bus a few minutes when the bus
slowed to move around the wreckage. He was totally amazed and
said "That looks just like my car! That is my car! But who's
driving it? I'm on my way home from my sister's wedding. But
what am I doing on a bus. Oh my God! I was driving! What happed?
I wasn't that drunk!" (But he 'was' that drunk: totally
legless) He broke down after this and slipped into a kind of
trance-like stupor as the gravity of his situation dawned on
him. Although by then I had realized what was happening (he was
a recently deceased spirit) I could not get any sense out of
him after this. Sad but true. He vanished shortly after this.
Realizing this, I was not surprised when the bus driver made
tactful inquiries about my wellbeing as I got off the bus. I
explained I had been rehearsing a play; which usually works in
situations like this.
Just so you don't get the wrong idea: please note that I don't
see spirits all the time. That would be a most uncomfortable
way to live. But sometimes my clairvoyant ability is triggered
without my noticing it. Because of this, occasionally I'll have
trouble telling the flesh-and-blood living from the not so flesh-and-blood
living. This is especially likely to happen in the presence of
recently departed spirits, especially at the scene of accidents
and places where people have died suddenly. I think this may
be due to the large amount of energy surrounding this type of
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