Astral Project

I tried something different the other night: I projected my consciousness into a rock.  It wasn’t a big stone but it didn’t need to be all that large to hold my ethereal spirit.  The rock was the size of a large grapefruit.  The rock was tan and it had a few brown stripes.  It was smooth on the surface: seemingly from rolling around in a river for a few hundred thousand years.  Does this sound like a boring story so far?  How much excitement can there be, in the life of a rock?

Anyways, I projected my spirit into the rock and I looked around.  It was speckled inside.  That didn’t make much sence because it gave no indication on the outside of being speckled inside.  I expected only stripes.  There were stripes inside too, but also the speckles.

I initially speculated that I was looking at the rock’s history, where it might have been part of a speckled outcropping.  Then I thought of the Akashic Records and I wondered if even the boring life of a rock would be in them.  And I think they were.  The Akashic Records have everything in them.  But things happen very slow for a rock.  Actually, the time passes quickly from the stone’s point of view – because a rock probably doesn’t have a point of view.

I put probably in italics, because I’m not actually sure on that point.  Maybe rocks do have self awareness?  I felt myself tumbling over backwards, as if rolling up a river as time flowed quickly in reverse.  As I rolled, I grew heavier and my shape took on sharper edges.  Then after a particularly violent lurching, I felt part of a larger unit.

Read the Akashic Records for Yourself

The rest of my fast forward glimpse into the life of a rock was about as boring as the first was.  It wes cool to experience it but it really didn’t have a trilling plot line that I can relate.  So we’ll skip forward to today.

I awoke and reexamined the rock that had shared my bed.  It still showed no sign of being speckled inside.  But I had to know so I broke it in half with a sledge hammer.  That might sound like I damaged my new friend but a rock’s entire existence is devoted to becoming smaller: with it’s final stage as only sand.  And if a stone actually does have a conscieousness, then mine now has a split personality.

Yes!  There were speckles inside.  The interior was just as I had seen.  Maybe I should start contracting my astral geology services out to mining and oil drilling companies.

Robson