The Gift: Journeys of an Astral Traveler

Marion E. Ney

Description

In this book, Marion Ney reveals the shocking, spiritual experiences she has had through astral travel. By facing her fear of the way others might judge her, she boldly attempts to reach out to other astral travelers to tell them they need not feel ashamed or alone for possessing this wonderful gift.

Sujets

• Religion
• Christianisme
• Christian Living
• Personal Growth
• Philosophie et théologie
• Religión
• Astral projection
• Travel
• Free Spirit
• Astral
• Inspiration

Informations

• Publié par: LifeRich Publishing
• Date de parution: 04 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781489735690
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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The Gift: Journeys of an Astral Traveler
 
 
 
 
 
Marion E. Ney
 
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2022 Marion E. Ney.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-4897-3568-3 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-3569-0 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022918180
 
 
LifeRich Publishing rev. date:  10/31/2022
Contents
Introduction
This is Non-Fiction.
About Me
The Trough
Old-Fashioned Measles
My Grandmother
Eggs
A Visitor at The Old Farmhouse
Mother’s Visit
Bobby Socks
Travelling for a Birth
Little House in Petitcodiac
Old-Fashioned Neighbour
Clinically Dead
Selling the Homestead
My Sister’s Baby
Aunt Ella
Sally’s School Accident
The Hand that Saved Him
Diagnosing a Brain Tumor
Our New Brunswick Home
Zorro’s Spirit
Sneaky Salesman
Mother/Daughter Connection
An Old Friend
Using My Strength
A Stranger
My Son’s Flying Lesson
One Alcoholic’s Excuse
Drunk Without a Drink
Alcoholic Excuses
The Jolly Bunch
My Foster Son
Our First Evil Encounter
Using My Strength
My Husband’s Death
Visit to New Brunswick
Instant Message
Snow Birds
A Drowning in Bayfield
Antique Eight-Day Clock
British Bomber
Picked by a Stranger
Crown of Thorns
Sharing Pain
Jerry’s Granddaughter
The Wagon Wheel Flea Market
Seniors in Florida
Ralph’s Heart
Jerry’s Shoulder
Guardian Angels
40 th Anniversary
Known Snake Killer
A Special Neighbour
A Very Special Family Member
Coma Patients
Tidbits of Happenings
One Last Mystery: The Chrysophrase Necklace
You are Not Alone (Astrals I’ve Met)
Just as I Am
About the Author
Introduction
Astral travellers often experience a great variety of different spiritual experiences, such as messages received through ESP, physical pain connected to someone else’s pain, seeing auras, etc. But one thing all Astrals share in common is the experience of astral travel.
Astral travel is the result of one’s body going to sleep while their spirit leaves their body. Every occurrence is unique, though for me, they also have some things in common. Each time I enter this state, I am unable to move a muscle, apart from my eyes, which always fixate on the minutes on the clock at the end of my bed. I always take note of the exact time I leave my body, and return.
Sometimes, when I astral travel, my spirit doesn’t float any further than the ceiling of the room I’m in, allowing me to watch over my body. When this happens, I return to my body and wake up immediately if touched or threatened. Other times, I travel many miles, all over the world. If one could control it, it would be a great way to travel; no expenses, no motion sickness, and you arrive at your destination instantaneously.
This is Non-Fiction.
The chapters in this book are short, each written with lead-up to events as they happened without anything added. Some are predictions or forecasts. Every word is true except some names. I am writing this book mainly for others who astral travel, astral project, or experience lucid dreaming. Most are not brave enough to talk about their experiences, believing they are alone.
My first out of body voyage occurred at the age of 21, though my forecasting started many years earlier. Those whose experiences began as a child consider astral travelling a normal part of life, and so have no fear. They each enjoy the weightlessness, peace, and tranquility, and take pleasure in speaking (sometimes even bragging) about the freedom it gives them.
Not having the perspective of those that started having their experiences early in life, I found the isolating thoughts of being the only person to astral travel quite scary. A few times, I wanted to end all the incidents in any way achievable. I wrote to paranormal researchers, astrologers, as well as any organization who might deal with this type of issue.
My ability to astral travel has been a source of anxiety for me for many years. Always being somewhat uneasy with this ‘gift’, and convinced something must be wrong with me, my biggest fear has always been that people might find out I am ‘weird’. At times I also fear I may not come back to my body.
I tried to take comfort in the fact that, when I travel, it is often to help someone, but then it occurred to me; if I can help people, perhaps it would also be possible to hurt others. The thought frightened me. I have since been reassured by others that, with the personality I have, it would not be possible for me to hurt anyone. I hope I can be confident in their assessment of my ability to help and not hurt others.
It wasn’t until 2005 that I finally met another woman who admitted, not only to experiencing astral travel, but also to her fear of her travels. Within a few weeks, I met ten other true astral travellers in our church, and several outside the place of worship who lived their lives in fear.
I am sure there are many more Astrals. Most do not start experiencing spirit projection, or prediction of forthcoming disaster until adulthood. The new journeys may fill them with panic, confusion, and depression, leaving them wondering, “Why now, at this age?”
One young Astral I met is a young gal in her early 20`s, feared the travels so much that she tried to commit suicide. She was resuscitated, but then faced the terrible news that her heart was permanently damaged as a result of the pills she consumed. Not only must she now endure the physical consequences of her misstep, she must also face the hardship of being disowned by her parents who believe that, through her attempt at suicide, she donated her life to the devil. Now that this young gal is aware that there are others like her, she regrets her decision.
Astral Traveler’s are not perfect beings. They are down to earth citizens who enjoy nurturing and caring for others. There are some travellers who practice shamanism, a form of controlled travel, but true astral travellers do not control the places or times we travel. We go where we are sent; perhaps to a hospital room, or into the home of someone who needs comfort. I cannot choose to pop in on my children, grandchildren, sisters, or brothers.
I am tired of being afraid of what others may think. Yes, we Astrals sometimes embarrass ourselves by crying before we even know the reason why. This is out of our control. These adventures are not something we rehearse or train to do. With this said, our talents are really no different from a dancer’s, a carpenter’s, or artist’s. No one judges or ridicules common talents and abilities, so why should we fear judgement for our slightly rarer skills?
I’ve finally come to accept these unique experiences as part of God’s plan for me. I am unable to use my abilities for selfish gain, so I take pride in knowing I am devoted to helping others, though sometimes I am unsure of the reason He gives me the gift to see things that are about to happen when I can’t help directly, and no one will listen to me. When I am given the opportunity to help, and no one listens, it is hard on me. I feel as if I have failed in some way; as if I missed something God had planned for me.
Though I still wrestle with this frustration, I appreciate that I have a skill entirely devoted to helping others, and so how found a mental state in which I no longer fear the judgement of others, but instead, accept that I am serving my purpose.
To all active Astrals, please do not be afraid. You are not alone anymore, there are many like us, and people only judge us because they do not understand.

About Me
Life began for me in Halifax, Nova Scotia, February 1941. I had my first train ride at three days old to Amherst, then my Uncle Johnnie met us with horse and wagon at the station. I was rolled in a buffalo robe, and taken about fifteen miles to my grandparents’ home in Tidnish. My older brother and I lived there until Grannie died when I was seven.
We had no television, no radio, no computer, no hydro, no car, no phone, no cash registers, and no running water. We were what I would consider poor, but classy people. I soon learned to make my own under garments out of 100 pound white sugar bags, as well as to cook, crochet, sew and knit. I would feel like a Queen when I inherited clothes my cousin outgrew.
After my grandmother died I moved to my mother’s in Nova Scotia, and attended a small country school where grades 1-12 were held in the same room. I think there was about 14 students total. I lived partially off of what the land around me could provide. Bulrushes and cattails were my f