Becoming talented at astral experiences also expands far beyond just seeing loved ones. I’ve had some other extremely notable encounters that further broadens my imagination about what might be possible.
In late 2016, at some point in-between visiting my mom, I had a most unusual experience: As often occurs with a projection trip, it began as a lucid dream, but then I collapsed the dream imagery (the dream imagery is a kind of holographic field the mind projects), and found that I was in a real environment. As often happens, I am temporarily flooded by memories of my second-life in the astral (sadly, these memories are barely retained), and I “knew” I was in the astral equivalent of Arizona, and I had been out with friends in the city (it could have been Tucson or Phoenix, I am unsure). I was on the steps of a bar. This, however, was a most unusual bar. Titled the “Punch You, Punch Me Bar and Grill” it was a venue dedicated to MMA enthusiasts.