In 2001 at age 30, I began a three year study course in life/meditation techniques. How that came about is a strange story, maybe even ghostly - but I'll save that for another time. Not being a natural yogini, I struggled at first building the habit. My husband and I lived in a small apartment with two baths at the time. Lacking space, I converted the master bath (which we rarely used) into a meditation nook and spent 30 minutes each morning and night sitting cross legged on a silk cushion in the bathtub, deep in silence 'communing with God'. I only share this bit of background for I feel it may be related to what happened later that year. This apartment building was within "The Seasons" complex located just outside of downtown Denver, in the posh Cherry Creek neighborhood. Denver has many old, historical buildings - but this was not one of them. The Seasons was only a few years old at the time.
One afternoon, after a particularly deep meditation session, I lay down on our bed to rest before cooking dinner. I was completely relaxed but not asleep. My arms felt very 'floaty' and before long I had the sensation of part of my 'astral body' hovering over my physical body. It was as if I could feel my actual arms and my spirit arms at the same time, in two places at once. This was very pleasant and not frightening at all, however, that quickly changed.
Without warning my 'spirit arms' were seized by an incredible force. My entire 'soul' (for lack of a better word) was yanked from my body, towed across the air into our walk-in closet, and then pulled down through the carpeting into the floorboards before I was released. 'Released' is not the right word. I felt like I was drowning - being forcibly pulled down, down, down to a place I might not come back from. It was like a kidnapping; a feeling of being wrongfully taken, stolen. I had to flail and kick my 'astral' arms and legs, thrashing and squirming to pull myself up and away from whatever had hold of me. In other words, I had to fight.
While being 'pulled down' in the closet, I could see everything clearly. I saw dust bunnies on the buckle of one of my husband's shoes. I saw the carpet fuzzies at eye level as I passed through the floor. I saw messy items on the floor - and then I saw what the floor was made of inside - the wood, steel and concrete of it, etc. I began to panic.
My husband was in a nearby room. I tried to call out but my 'mouth' would fill with 'water' or really invisible air making it impossible for me to make a sound. I struggled for what seemed like forever but could not have been more than a few moments - and then was back in my body on the bed exhausted and terrified. I did not 'swim' back, but was simply... No longer being attacked and was suddenly whole again. I fled the room and went directly to my husband. While sobbing I told him what had just happened. He assured me it must have been a dream. I did not sleep in our bedroom again for three weeks for fear of it happening again. I did not meditate in the bathroom again for a long time, either. This had been no dream.
We no longer live in that apartment. Years have passed. I still meditate on occasion, but not to the extent I'd like to because I am now busy raising a family, but also because I've always suspected the two were related (the meditating and the bad entity). I've been told by my 'church' that it may have been a 'tramp spirit' having a bit of fun at my expense, and if I fill my mind only with God while meditating, I should have nothing to fear - but... From my perspective, that is a huge 'should'. Know what I mean? Also, although this house has wonderful energy, there have been strange happenings here as well, especially after the births of each of my children. I don't feel comfortable opening myself up, at least not yet. Any insight anyone may have would be welcome - especially if you've experienced something similar. Hope everyone is well. Thank you for reading!