32. Higher-Level Projection
Higher dimensions are similar in structure to the astral dimension,
but exist at much higher levels or vibrations of consciousness. Like
the astral dimension, each is a completely separate dimensional
area, although they can all be said to occupy the same space.
Between each level is an intermediary area, or buffer zone, similar
to the color-tinted buffer zones that divide the major planes of the
astral dimension, but wider and harder to traverse.
Each major level of consciousness corresponds with a particular
dimension, and each has a subtle body to match it. Higher levels
become progressively more abstract and complex in nature, as do the
levels of consciousness associated with them. We all reflect, to a
greater or lesser extent, an energetic facet of ourselves into all
higher dimensions and levels of consciousness, at all times, just as
an aspect of the astral body is constantly reflected into the astral
dimension (see chapter 2).
The strength of these reflections, and
their effect on inner and outer realities, depends greatly on the
energetic development, intellect, spirituality, and natural
potential of the individual.
To project into a higher level, aspiring projectors must first raise
their energetic value to harmonize with that level. This is best
done before the exit, but can also be done during a projection, and
can happen spontaneously. The most effective way of reaching higher
levels - barring natural ability - is through the practice of
consciousness-raising meditation, energetic development, and other
related spiritual practices.
The generation of a high-level projectable double is affected by the
level of consciousness, by the active configuration of primary
energy centers, and by the quality of energies they produce. The
higher-body generation process is therefore limited by the
projection mechanism's ability to generate the energetic qualities
Projecting consciously into levels higher than the mid to high
astral, say past the high fifth or lower sixth astral plane, takes
either a high level of skill and development or strong natural
ability, or both. A projector usually needs to be proficient at both
consciousness raising and energetic stimulation to do this. There
are, however, ways to achieve this that take advantage of latent
Ideally, an aspiring higher-level projector needs some experience
with projection. However, it is possible to begin right here and use
the following procedure as a stand-alone projection technique. If
you have failed at projection using other methods, try this. It may
suit you and work better, even for a very first projection attempt.
Note: All the skills and techniques required here are given
elsewhere in this book (see parts 2, 3, and 4).
Stimulate feet and hands, as per NEW system, then use a full-body
circuit for ten minutes or longer.
Use a deep physical relaxation technique, then attain the
Stimulate all primary energy centers.
Use extra brow and crown center stimulation exercises.
Raise energy through the whole body, including arms, and up
through all primary centers in one smooth action to the crown center
on the IN breath. Hold awareness in the crown center and feel energy
flowing into there all through the IN breath and all through the
following OUT breath. Flick awareness back to feet and repeat at
start of next IN breath. This exercise is designed to draw and
accumulate energy in the brow and crown centers.
Continue the above exercise for at least ten minutes, or until
you start seeing a color suffusing or tinting your vision behind
your closed eyelids. Purple is the best color to see for this, but
any bright primary color is a good sign. If you see nothing,
continue with the next part of this exercise anyway.
Using your body awareness, generate a continual "Aummmm" sound in
your heart center. Imagine it and feel it growing stronger and
stronger in your heart. Once this is established, slowly move this
awareness sound up to the throat center, and from there up to brow
center, and finally spreading to the crown center. This is a fairly
deep tone, as if vibrated softly in the back of a mature man's
throat. Feel it humming there and let this spread and fill the
entire head. This sound may continue on its own accord, or even
spread through the entire body, or it may not. If you can hold this
tone without too much effort, try to continue it throughout this
whole projection attempt. If this part is too difficult, try to hold
the "Aummmm" sound in either the throat or brow center only,
whichever is easiest. Just do the best you can with this for a few
minutes, then proceed to the next part of this exercise.
From behind your closed eyelids, look for a distant point of
light, or a small pattern of light that is brighter than any other
you can see. This may appear as a tiny bright dot, star, or
multicolored structure, or even as a geometric pattern. It may also
appear as a distant scene, single or multicolored, as if seen
through the wrong end of a telescope. Gently lock on to and hold
this target firmly in your mind's eye.
Shift your awareness toward and into the target and feel yourself
moving toward it. Feel yourself as being there already inside it.
Imagine and feel a strong spiritual love connection with the target.
Love the target and want to be there with all your heart and soul.
Use the point shift technique at this point and feel yourself moving
directly toward the target. Rope or other projection techniques can
be added or alternated as necessary.
If the above method cannot be made to work, I suggest that the
secondary full-body circuit be used for half an hour or more, added
to step one, and that step five also be continued for half an hour
or more. This is often necessary to provide the quality of energies
required for a high-level projection. If, at any time during the
above process, the brow center strobes, and you see a heavy flash of
bright silver-white light in your mind's eye, go straight to steps
eight and nine and complete the projection.
When you succeed at projection using this method, you may experience
any of the normal variety of projection-related sensations, or you
may feel none at all and just find yourself instantly there inside
your target. This method will always cause a higher level of
projection than would otherwise be possible.
Usually I feel a
moment's disorientation, a brief upward-falling sensation, a flash
of light as my brow center strobes, then I suddenly appear wherever
it is I am going.
High Level Experiences
The Eastern names commonly used to describe higher levels are to the
average Western person fairly meaningless. Higher dimensions also do
not have signposts in them saying "Welcome to the Astral Planes -
Ta... Daaa!" or "Mental Planes - Watch Your Mind!" or "Buddhic
Planes - Love One Another!" I have therefore chosen to use my own
names for some of the more understandable and less abstract higher
dimensional levels, as I have perceived them during some of my more
extraordinary projection-cum-mystical experiences.
I have entered high levels spontaneously through real-time and
astral-plane projections, but normally use the high-level projection
method. This includes the extra time and energy raising mentioned in
I project into a distant multicolored pattern seen sparkling in the
distance through the purple-edged vista suffusing my mind's eye.
[I find I must wax eloquent here to pass on the look and feel of
this incredible place.]
I fly over a rainbow bridge and float along an iridescent river
until I arrive at a shore of pulsating light. Mind-blowing varieties
of indescribable color abound, most not found even in the high
astral planes. Thoughts appear and disappear as solid kaleidoscopic
crystalline patterns of living light and sound - sparkling vivid
imagery exploding like fireworks inside my mind's eye.
A brief walk through strobing fields under sparkling skies raining
incandescent streamers of ideas yields tantalizing glimpses of the
higher abstract workings of consciousness. A stroll through an
ever-growing forest of crystalline structures in a constant state of
creative flux feeds my hungry imagination and I feel myself swelling
greatly in size. Looking to the sky, I fall upward into a flickering
maelstrom of gleaming-violet light. More and more abstract it all
becomes, swiftly compounding with utterly incredible complexities,
ever-changing shapes and colors and sounds.
Sweet music fills the air and resonates throughout my being,
plucking delicate notes on my heartstrings as my spirit soars. Never
have such wondrous sounds been heard by mortal ears... with angelic
voices offering song-notes my mind knows not, but that my soul knows
well. I have no idea where I am or what is happening, but it is so
incredibly beautiful here. It is almost painfully alive and vibrant
and I feel invigorated and am empowered with an overwhelming urge to
create something wonderful. A poem springs to life inside my mind!
With a final mind-numbing purple explosion in my mind's eye, I fall
back into my chair, wincing with stunned amazement. My mind aches
and races with residual inspirational energies that only moments
earlier had pumped through my entire being.
If you enter this level, please do not try to rationalize or
understand it, for this is way beyond mere mortal understanding.
Just accept what you find there, go with the flow and enjoy it! The
feel of this level is what, I believe, led the ancient Vikings to
name the mythical path into Azgard the Rainbow Bridge. It truly
looks and feels as if you are walking up a living rainbow bridge
into a spectacular wonderland where it would be easy to imagine the
gods must surely dwell. Exist here in wondering amazement. Let loose
the child within you and enjoy this fairy wonderland, soaking
inspiration from every passing cloud. Everything feels very real and
solid here, time is more distorted than in the high astral
dimension, and reality is fluid, kaleidoscopic, and abstract in the
Beneath all this brilliantly colorful and changeable crystalline
imagery, there is an enormous feeling of power here. There Seems to
be a great deal of activity going on everywhere I look. I have
glimpsed angels, fairies, and other wonderful beings.
Some of these
appear as beautiful animated human-looking beings, with an
incredibly high-quality cartoonlike look to them. These are, I
believe, high-level spirit entities that have no set or recognizable
form relating to humanity. Very likely my mind's eye interprets the
energies given off by these beings, giving them form and shape. This
gives them a beautiful, unworldly appearance that transcends any
mere mortal form, encapsulating their beautiful essence while
retaining a basically human shape I could relate to.
I find meaningful communication with these beings virtually
impossible. Tangible warm feelings of love and understanding flood
through me whenever I attempt contact, but an exchange of anything
resembling words does not seem possible while operating within this
dimensional level. My mind's eye, however, literally percolates with
multilayered metaphorical imagery, and I am flooded with intuitive
impressions at these times.
There appear to be many different
planes, levels and realms here; overall, it is vastly more complex
and abstract than even the highest of the astral planes.
This is a beautiful, warm, abstract level, filled with utter peace
and infinite love. Soul-deep motherly patience and fatherly
understanding permeate the atmosphere here. This is totally
different from any other dimensional level I have ever experienced.
It has the visual appearance of beautifully textured fluffy-white
clouds. There are no sights or sounds here at all, other than the
all-pervading, gently billowing white-fluffiness, and a gentle
soul-deep humming - beyond sound, almost inaudible - that is
wonderfully soothing and healing.
There is no sky or ground and no ups or downs-just beautiful,
fluffy-white clouds everywhere. In this dimension you very quickly
relinquish conscious thoughts of individuality and begin melting
into The One, into total and absolute bliss and atonement. Thought
is possible here, but the urge and need to think fades very quickly.
An irresistible urge draws you deeper into the bliss of total
silence and the comforting soul-deep rest of infinite love.
You cease being old or young, male or female here. Being here is
like returning to the universal mother's womb. Once your mind
becomes silent, silence becomes you and you feel as if your mind is
immersed in something like warm cotton-wool and you are being
cuddled by your soul-mother. You are surrounded, absorbed, and
assimilated by infinite love, understanding, forgiveness, and
wonderfully healing atonement. Just before you lose track of this
experience, you will fully realize who you are, the greater you, but
you will never be able to put it into words afterward... more's the
Time has no meaning whatsoever here. It has no place here at all. If
you enter this world, you will never ever want to leave it. It is
impossible to generate the intention of deliberately wanting to
leave this place. You could bask here forever in perfect contentment
and happiness, or until your all-but-forgotten physical body drags
you back, kicking and screaming.
This is, I believe, the healing and
resting place of the soul, which it passes through on its long
journey of ascension through the spirit worlds at life's end.
My journeys and experiences here are either in the actual spirit
world, or possibly in a region bordering it. Here, spirits appear to
be waiting for their loved ones. This, I have been inspirationally
led to believe, is the happy place of the gathering, where the
reunion of souls takes place at life's end.
I have been to this level only a few rare, precious times. I always
see the same basic structure and features, but the events change.
The background is purest, brightest silver-white, much brighter than
the Sun could ever be. Yet it is a supremely gentle light for all
its incredible brightness, very soothing and healing. It seems to me
to be the pure light of divine love. The ground is cream-colored,
smooth and feels cool and solid underfoot, like polished textured
In front of me is always a large amphitheater-like structure about
the size of a football field, sunk into the creamy rock with gentle
slopes on all sides, looking to be several feet deep. Behind is a
natural incline, rising some twenty feet above the ground. This
rises in the middle, spreading out to both sides and then gently
sloping away at each side of the amphitheater. The light source
comes from behind this rise.
I am usually standing about twenty
paces or so from the edge of the amphitheater, facing across to the
rise on the other side.
Usually about a hundred people are spread out over the amphitheater,
often clustered in small groups, appearing just as they were in the
physical world, but at their most magnificent. They all look younger
and fitter, but are fully recognizable. They glow ecstatically with
an inner light, ablaze with the brightest of love, happiness and joy
imaginable. The atmosphere here is electric and vital but at the
same time deeply spiritual and serious. On this level, you can
actually feel the Divine Presence as a tangible and all-pervading
The natural level of communications here is high-level, telepathic
metaphorical imaging, with an empathic, intuitive underlay. This is
similar to high-quality clairvoyance, from the clairvoyant's side,
but is much more powerful than anything I have ever experienced.
Normal speech is superfluous. (The few words shown in this
experience were not heard as normal speech.) Time stands utterly
still and reality is surreal but stable, feeling more real than the
I have entered this dimension on only a few rare occasions, each
time from the deepest of consciousness-raising meditation, during
what I can liken only to a mystical out-of-body experience. Each
time, I have experienced extreme crown and brow center activity. On
these rare occasions, mystical energy has soared to seemingly
impossible heights and consumed me, carrying my spirit along with
it. At the climax of this deeply mystical experience, I have seen an
incredible bright silver-white light structure. This is always a
great distance ahead, at the very edge of my mind's-eye vision, and
I can sense it moving closer.
Here is one example of my personal experience in this dimensional
level. I have tried to write others, but, so far words have failed
me... emotions being what they are.
The sacred "Aummmm" sound surrounds and permeates me and I hear a
long, soft, musical note slowly rising in pitch, coming from deep
within the light, tugging at my very soul. I have felt this pure
high note deep within my heart, calling and drawing me to it.
Filling my mind with this note and fixing my mind's eye upon the
light, I feel it calling me to it. With every ounce of my strength
and energy I hold on to this calling and relinquish my body and
life, full of mystical joy. A massive surge of tingling effervescent
energy floods through my spine as my body falls away and I soar
away... into the light and beyond.
Momentary vertigo, a brief sensation of infinite speed through an
exploding tunnel of silver-white light, and I am suddenly there. I
stagger slightly, catching my balance as if I had tripped, as this
wonderful place appears around me. My eyes fill with awe as I see,
standing right in front of me, my firstborn son, Jeremy. He was
almost eight years old when he left us. He waited politely, but
threw himself into my arms like a cannon-ball the instant I looked
at him, bubbling with laughter: "You did it, Daddy, you did it! I
told them you'd come... I told them you could do it!"
He looked just as he had when I'd last seen him, sparkling full of
life. He hadn't aged a day, although I knew he should have grown
some since I last saw him. Jeremy was beaming with happiness and
chattering nonstop, his brown eyes shining up into mine. I cuddled
him up and my spirit wept with the joy of seeing him again. I felt
the sting of quick heavy tears burning the back of my eyes and a
huge sob started way down inside me.
Stifling this with an act of will, knowing my time here is short and
not wanting to spoil it, I took Jeremy under my arm and quickly
walked down into the amphitheater. A large crowd of people was
waiting for us there. There were friends and family I had known and
loved, plus many people I did not recognize. Everyone seemed very
friendly and familiar, and I had the feeling I knew many of them ...
from some-where or some-when. There were a great many tears of joy
and lots of hugging and kissing all round.
One other person I dearly wanted to see was an old sweetheart of
mine. She was, as usual, jumping higher and cheering louder than
anyone else. She stepped out of the crowd and hugged me, her long
honey-blonde hair a bright halo tor her impish face. As our eyes
met, a mind's-eye vision of startling clarity exploded in my mind,
superimposed over my sight. In the vision, she was wearing a
spectacular bejeweled and tasseled cowgirl suit, with fancy hat and
sparkling, oversized silver guns. She was firing the guns into the
air, soundless bright flashes, while she danced an Irish jig and
laughed. A lot passed between us in those few moments. Her nickname
in real life had been Cowboy, but she was an Irish lass at heart,
born and bred in Dublin Fair City ... as she was fond of saying.
I glanced at the rise backing the amphitheater. At the top of the
ridge were several angels. They looked just as the master
Michelangelo painted them. They were truly beautiful beings, but
strangely cool, aloof, and serious. Some of them appeared to have
what looked like large, folded wings at their backs; some had
nothing. They had shoulder-length, curly pale-golden hair; alabaster
skin; and wore full-length, flowing white robes. They were all
blowing thin golden horns that looked to be several feet long. The
pure high note that guided me here came from these magical horns.
Stepping clear of the crowd, I walked alone into the open, looking
in awe at the angels and at the brilliant light flooding down from
behind them. I waved at them, but they did not wave back. The
beautiful note coming from the golden horns started fading then and
the angels slowly lowered their horns as one. I spun around, trying
to breathe everything in all at once and lock it into my brain
forever. I stood still for a timeless moment, filled with awe-struck
wonder by the enormity of it all.
The trumpets' note died away and the air shimmered around me in a
timeless moment of profound silence. Rainbow light imploded in my
mind's eye and, with a brief falling sensation, I found myself back
in my physical body. I gasped and caught the arms of my chair, then
wept as realization dawned on me that I was back in my body.
never wanted to come back from that beautiful place ... and words
fail me utterly at this point.
There is one more level I have experienced but not yet entered, that
I would like to share with you here. I call this the Summerland.
Many may think of this as heaven, or one of the heavens (also called
spirit worlds), but I cannot really say for sure. It does seem
likely, though. The only sources I have ever heard for these
descriptions, which are consistent with my experiences, have been
elderly spiritualist mediums. The term Summerland is an early
spiritualist term for the spirit world - seldom used today.
What I have seen and experienced of this level has always been
through a rectangular doorway that appears above me. (Imagine a
normal-sized door fixed to the ceiling with its door hanging open,
the open part facing you, and you have the general idea.)
While meditating, a powerful atmosphere of love and tranquility
pervades my room with a quality unlike any other. Kaleidoscopic
colors explode ever so slowly inside my mind's eye. Awed and a
little stunned at the power of this manifestation, I open my
physical eyes as they are drawn to a rectangular doorway, flooding
golden light into the room as its door falls slowly open. This light
is not only tangible, but also very real, making normal sight
possible even in a pitch-dark room.
Unmoving, I peer up through the doorway in amazement. Aptly named
the Summerland, it looks and smells and sounds and feels like the
most wonderful summer's day imaginable. My reeling senses tell me a
spectacular wonderland is just on the other side of this heavenly
From all I can see, beyond the doorway is bursting with life, with
trees and flowers and birds singing. I can see and hear some of
these against a backdrop of blue skies dotted with fluffy white
clouds. Flowers blossom slowly through at the edges, framing the
doorway with beauty as they hang gracefully into the room. The smell
of their perfume is indescribably intoxicating.
I feel the warmth of
a summer day caressing my skin as golden light bathes my upturned
face and hands. Tangible feelings of love and peace and bright-eyed
happiness radiate through the doorway. Vivid smells permeate the
air, layer on layer of intoxicating beauty: of earth, flowers,
grass, hay, leaves, wood, trees, water, and fresh country air warmed
by the Sun. I sense and hear gentle waterfalls and streams splashing
Sweet sounds of children playing and laughing, birds
fluttering and fluting, and wind playfully gusting through the shady
boughs of ancient treetops caress my ears. I ache to rise from the
ordinariness of my life and be in this wondrous place, but want to
prolong and not spoil what is happening. I wait... patiently.
This place feels very familiar, like some lovely place I once knew
well, but have now sadly all but forgotten. All I have left are
distant heartfelt images and feelings tickling the very edges of my
memory, and a soul-deep longing to return.
These are like distant
childhood memories of dreamy summer days spent traipsing along old
adventurers' trails, and of long days spent in the company of
beloved siblings and playmates in the faerie playgrounds of a