It was September 17, 2009, mid-afternoon and I had been It was September 17, 2009 and I was coping with a tough migraine most of the morning. The pressure around my eyes was so intense I decided to lie down on my bed for relief. My next recollection was that I was getting impressions in the area between my closed eyes and soon realized that I was awake inside of a dream state. I acknowledged that to myself in the dream and felt excited to know it.
I looked at my bedroom door and there in front of it was a whitish fog hovering above the ground. I wasn't frightened or alarmed by it. In fact, it felt comforting. I then sensed that I was floating on my back above my physical body. Gently I began to float up and by degrees move into a standing position. I told myself to "go" and began ascending. I next sensed that I was moving through a light gray fog followed by a darker fog and the sound of electric static that seemed to vibrate. I could see light ahead.
Then immediately I found myself in a gigantic white office building. It was immaculate and very organized with beautiful overhead lighting and neatly lined rows of white file cabinets around the outside perimeter. I sensed other energies there but none took the form of bodies. I was quite sure that they were travelers like me though.
I was soon moved by some invisible guide to a set of drawers. Intuitively, I knew that I was in the place where the life records were kept and was stationed in front of my own file cabinet. I also clearly knew that I could not open the files yet and had no desire to.
As I looked in front of me, a foggy mist showed up. There were no words but I recognized it as the energy cluster of my family members who had passed over--my mom, dad and grandmother, specifically. I greeted them without using my voice, as if using my heart.
They spoke back and told me I was on the First Plane. There were three different planes in this building. I felt compelled to visit the floor above me, identified as the Second Plane. Promptly mu body floated upward through a ceiling of whitish glass to an enormous space configued with cubicles. There were countless private cubicles and file drawers throughout, again all neatly kept. No on was visible here as I looked in and out of the cubicles.
Very soon I was drawn to one particular cubicle. I stood there and looked around knowingly. I recognized it as my deceased husband's workspace. I leaned against the file cabinet sensing that part of his energy was there and I said hello to him. Instantly, a message came to me. I was told he was in a master class. I smiled thinking that would be exactly the place Curt would want to be. I thanked him and asked that he take care of Satchmo, my little Yorkie who had passed just two weeks prior. I lingered a moment longer not wishing to go any higher in the building, telling myself that I knew I was out of my body. I reminded myself not to act startled or afraid or I'd zoom right back into the physical self.
I don't remember traveling back but my next image was my bedroom where I hovered over my body lying down on my back. I turned my head to the left and there above the pillow that my husband used to sleep on was a whitish mass. I thanked it for the journey and it moved back to the area near my bedroom door and dissipated. When I awakened I had vivid recall of the experience and knew I'd been on an extraordinary trip.