The Astral Journey

by Herbert B. Greenhouse

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• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0380006111
• ISBN13: 9780380006113
• Release Date: July 1976
• Publisher: Avon Books
• Length: 358 Pages
• Weight: 1.05 lbs.

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My "trip to the ceiling"

It happened around the summer of 1957. At least the best I can remember is that I was probably about 10 years old at the time. We lived in an old house on Pa Route 611 with the Delaware river just below our back yard. The place was really run-down, but I couldn't imagine wanting to grow up anywhere else. Looking out the hallway window at dusk I would watch cars going down 611, their taillights glowing red when they braked rounding the curve. Back in my bedroom I could look out the window and see down through the tree branches onto the Delaware. Across the river was the Baker Chemical plant with its tall smokestacks pumping out white clouds. Back in my room a plaster ceiling panel had been ready to fall for years, while the rest of the pale blue ceiling was stained with gold watermarks from a fire long ago. Late one afternoon I was laying on my bed looking at those water-marks and trying to imagine what objects they resembled, like I would do outside with clouds. Then a funny thing happened. Without any transition I found myself floating above the bed with the ceiling just two or three inches from my face. For some reason I didn't feel afraid nor did it seem especially strange. I looked to my left out the window, down through the trees onto the river and then to my right at the opposite wall. Except for being up by the ceiling eveything seemed normal and I remember saying to myself "Hey! This is neat!" Then I thought "What if one of those big black spiders comes out while I'm stuck up here?" and with that fear I found myself back on my bed. Laying on my bed I tried to figure out what had happened. It never occurred to me to ask my mother, or anybody for that matter, it was just something that I needed to figure out myself. I had always thought I could come up with an answer for anything, maybe not the right answer, but at least some kind of answer. This was different. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't come up with an explanation. Well maybe I had telescopic vision like Superman and the ceiling had only appeared close! I didn't really think that was the answer because the angle from which I looked out the window was down from the ceiling. But I still remember going back and laying on the bed the next day and trying to activate my "telescopic vision." Well it didn't work. It hadn't been a dream, so what was it? It really bothered me. I thought hard and often with no answer. As the months and years passed I grew so frustrated that whenever I got thinking about that time I would shake my head and push the thought out of my mind. Twenty years later I was going through the local Walden's Bookstore. I couldn't find anything of interest in the non-fiction dept. so I strolled over to what was then called the "occult" section. There I found Greenhouse's "The Astral Journey." I didn't buy it that day because I certainly didn't believe in that sort of thing. After all, everybody knows that we evolved in som