Waking Up Holding An Astral Hand

Its been a while since I’ve had an astral encounter. Yet this morning I had one– in bed, waking from a dream. In the dream I was afraid of something and someone offered me their hand in comfort. I whimpered one more time, waking myself from whatever vague nightmare I was having… and realized I still felt that hand…

It was a man’s right hand– and I was grasping the thumb with my whole right hand (because he has big hands) and I said, “I can feel you,” and gave a squeeze of my hand around that energy. I was still relaxed enough and in an alpha state and wanted to garner communication if I could before the ability to perceive astral faded away as I knew it would within scant seconds. Meanwhile, the entity holding my hand gave an answering gentle but firm squeeze. When he did, I realized that it belonged to someone sitting up against the headboard of the bed with his butt planted firmly where Gerick’s head rests at night. It was a weird moment to wake up enough to realize what was happening.

I wasn’t scared though. Quite the contrary. I’m pretty sure its that “Carl” guy again. I’ve run into his big hands before! I’ve caught those hands stroking my hair, rubbing my shoulder, and touching my hand before. I don’t get where he comes from or whether he’s a simple ghost (who follows me around) or some other type of entity, but he’s friendly enough.

I opened my eyes and found myself on my left side, almost belly down– my right arm stretched across to Gerick’s side of the bed where my hand was semi-closed around open air resting atop some blankets. Even fully awake and blinking in the morning light, I could still feel that hand clearly where it was just before awakening fully. It was an interesting moment. I squeezed again a couple of times experimentally and felt the hand again squeeze back! I stared in wonder at my own right hand, because of course I could see nothing physical at all during this process.

I made note, too, that the hand holding mine, facing up with the thumb on the outside right of the fingers, was configured correctly for a right hand of a man sitting in the position I had perceived him to be in. A weird detail I don’t think my dreaming mind would get right on its own. Holding onto that thumb as I was also seemed a strange thing for me to make up in my imagination. Wouldn’t I dream of a more conventional way of holding hands? The whole thing was so awkward, and so FIXED, that it seemed to me more easily explained as the manifestation of a non-physical reality than the conjurations of my own mind.

At last, the sound of chickens outside –obviously running around my backyard freed from their own yard– made me sigh and sit up. I pulled my hand away and told whoever was there on the bed with me that “Duty calls!” and calmly got up to go persuade chickens to return to their own space once more. I felt the presence of someone else in the room with me, but it wasn’t intrusive nor threatening in any way.

Someday I wish I could hold onto that twilight period between waking and sleep longer than a few seconds because that seems to be the only way to SEE and HEAR astral reality. Deep trance or sometimes between sleeping and waking a window of perception opens up in which to experience this level of reality. I can FEEL astral for much longer for some reason. However, if I ever want more information from Carl or whoever else it is that seems to stop by to commune with me affectionately– I’ll need to be able to hear what this guy says.