Orca Whales, Bamboo, Mirror Mirror in the Middle of Air

Amazing.

Same scenario this morning as last night, although it wasn't until around 6am that the following projection occurred:

I feel electric. I call on the vibrations, and they barely arrive. I realize that I'm needing them less and less to project. In acceptance of this, I simply project up and out. For the first time, I stare directly at the ceiling and project toward it. I put my hands out to stop myself from hitting it and become fascinated by the fact that I'm not seeing my hands very well. Immediately upon noticing this, I focus much harder, and notice that my astral hands are not very defined but full of blue light and sparkles.

I turn around briefly to note my and my husband's bodies lying under the blankets in bed. Then I swiftly move through the window and out into the street where I hover in wonder.

I realize what I was hoping to accomplish and state aloud, "Bring me what I am ready for". (After discussing my experience last night with my husband, complaining that I seem to not be ready for these great feats of meeting my spirit guide, higher self, akashic records, etc, we decided the next goal ought to be just requesting to experience what I am 'ready for'.)

I wait very patiently. (I had decided yesterday that this element was important so that I did not create a reality for myself). I am void of all thinking, and I just wait.

Suddenly I am peering at a small household planter full of small bamboo plants on my brand new nightstand. I watch as they grow about 2 inches per second to full growth, and then the same process in reverse. I cannot figure out what this resembles during this experience.

Now, in a new world, I dive into the murky waters of a gray ocean. Immediately upon entering I allow myself to breathe, realizing that this is something I am certainly ready for. It's humbling, as I have been 'breathing' underwater out of body for several years now, but still, I appreciate it.

I move past the sea creatures with awe and respect. Soon, I see the rich and highly contrasted patterns of the black and white orca whale. I am swimming right past its body and I feel electric with care as I swim past. Acknowledging that I would rather not be in such a majestic and sacred being's space, I decide to fly out of the water and leave it alone. I gasp as I hover above, witnessing two humans in raincoats, one yellow one red, TRAINING the orca! The place I was swimming was a ocean-like man-made pool, specifically for training whales. I back way off and leave the scene entirely. This is too barbaric for even my astral self.

Things get somewhat fuzzy from here as I project into the house I grew up in again, and I am walking down the hall with my stepdad and we are talking together. I regain my lucidity full force when I fly through the sliding glass door of my old bedroom and through the trees and out into the street.

It crosses my mind to consider validating this experience. Part of me laughs, in realizing that I have never (never) projected into a real-time place that appeared just the way it does in real life. But before I have time to think a mirror appears hovering in midair above the neighbor's lawn. So I approach it, ready to look at my own image.

What I see is neither exciting nor disappointing. It looks like me, Laura Moore, only the skin on my face is ever-moving and I have freckles and wild hair. I stare, with strong clarity and lucidity, directly into my face and I say, "You are beautiful," with as much heart and sincerity as possible.