Pressure Pushing Down On MeIt was May of 1987 when I experienced something I’ll never forget and never share with anyone until now. I’m sharing it because I’d like to get opinions about it. I was only 18 at the time and in Ft. Dix, New Jersey for basic training. I was in my bunk for the night reflecting on the day’s activities. Eventually thoughts of my girlfriend dominated my mind. This is when I came up with a not-so-bright idea.
My mother is into the spiritual/paranormal stuff and even though I didn’t put much stake into it, I did enjoy reading about it all. Well that reading lead me to come up with the not-so-bright idea of projecting myself (astral projection) to my sweetheart’s location in Florida. So lying on my back, in my bunk, I closed my eyes and began focusing on a distant dark purplish-bluish color and envisioned myself flying up in that direction. Some time into this “meditation” I must have fallen asleep…I guess.
I don’t know for how long I was in this state; however, I was eventually jolted awake by a pressure pushing down on me. There was nothing malevolent about it—it was akin to having a woman lay softly on you. The feeling scared me nonetheless and I popped my eyes open. The pressure immediately vanished and no one was there. I also noticed that I was lying in my bunk with my arms crossed like a mummy’s, weird. A crack of lightning occurred at that moment and I realized a thunderstorm was raging outside.
The whole thing, simple as it may seem, left me spooked enough to never try such a thing again.