I wake up in the middle of the night. It’s around 5:30 AM I think. The first thought that passes through my foggy brain is something like “Shayna is not in this place. It’s hard to put into words because it didn’t come to me in words. It came more as a feeling. Words take too long. This was all at once. I realized that I was back in this place where everything is a struggle, nothing comes easily and Shayna isn’t here and I had just come from a place that was the opposite. And, yes, Shayna was there.
I have no recollection of where I was. Many say we astral travel at night, almost every night, meeting with departed loved ones and guides. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, we do not recall these visits. Generally, we think of sleep as a lack of consciousness. When we are asleep we are “out” But, researchers tell us this is not true. Our brains never really turn off. Most of us forget most of our dreams never consciously aware we even had a dream. Every once in a while, something will trigger a memory and we’ll think “Oh yeah. I dreamt that. I had forgotten.” Even when we’re under anesthesia, which no one really understands how it works, occasionally people will remember things said in the operating room. We’re never really “out”. It seems that sometimes our consciousness just isn’t localized with our bodies.
I wish I could recall where I was in that moment before I woke up. It seems iike it was probably a good place. I sure didn’t want to be back in this body when I found myself here.