Is Astral Projection Dangerous Mga Nobela at Kwento

“No one here’s going to judge you for not going if that’s what you decide,” he said quietly, needing her to believe him, his conscience forcing him to give her an out. As much as he dreaded the thought of her leaving him in the morning, he hated the idea of her being in further danger. Yeah, he was good at his job, but even he couldn’t guarantee her safety if they did this. Going into Pesh blind with no immediate backup was a huge risk. And yet he still wanted the cell enough for her to do this and trust in him to watch her back. What the fuck did that say about him?

"That's not the impression I got from what I read. It said that someone has to take a journey... I don't think they were talking about the person who's already on the other side. I think one of us has to go and get Alec." A shiver runs through me. What he's talking about is terrifying, but after the pocket dimension filled with monsters, how bad can it be wherever Alec is? "I'll do it," I say without any hesitation. He nods. "It could be that you astral project. You know, like your dad. Or your soul leaves your body completely. I don't know what to expect. That's why we need somewhere private and safe. That way, if you leave your body behind I can guard it."

“I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?” Clearing his throat, still dense with lust, he sighed. “If I tell you, I put you in danger.” Zoe rolled her eyes. “Oh please, as if that isn’t the oldest line in the criminal’s handbook.” “It’s the truth.” “So, you just expect me to believe that I’m not in a dangerous situation right now?!”

How could I have been so careless? If anyone had seen that projection, I would be in a world of trouble. Forcing my legs to move, I checked around the common room, but I was still alone. No one had seen, thank God, so I likely wasn’t in danger this time. But that this had even happened at all felt like a dire omen. The Asher apparition had projected completely accidentally. I hadn’t even thought of doing it! That it was created in this empty room was trouble enough, but what if it happened again, when I was somewhere more public?

To me I think it perceives it to be dangerous or a menace to its safety. Now I’m going to try and paint my liaison with a different aura, a peaceful aura so when next I go in for connection, the mental guard would register a safe invitation. If I could lift the blockage off, and got the access into the strongest base of her mind like I aimed for, I can destroy the blockage for good. I was seated on the floor in front of her with my legs crossed on each other, a position I usually assume whenever I wish to astral project.

I couldn't think. My powers surged up instinctively. Self-preservation kicking in. I reached for something I had never used before. Something Kaidora had warned me about. Empathic projection. “This power is dangerous,” she had said. “It makes others feel your pain. Your emotions. Everything you’re experiencing becomes theirs too.” “Why is it dangerous?” I had asked. “Because if an alpha is strong enough, they can trace the projection back to its source. They’ll know you’re not what you seem. They’ll discover your truth.”

“All the time on the news, it’s still ranked top of the list on the internet.” “Alright, let me explain plainly what you just related. It appears you underwent what scientist call astral projection. An intentional out-of-body experience that implies the existence of a soul or consciousness called an "astral body", that is detached from the "physical body", is capable of travelling "outside" it throughout the universe. Only, it appears you didn’t astral project now, just sometime before the incident. For any reason, do you think it’s real, that it happened right before the fireball struck your apartment?”

"It's really not a bad idea, you know." "Of, course. It isn't." I say with a blank expression. "You are just looking dull. You need to go out and have fun. Drink and party all night." "I don't want to, Clara." "Why is that." "I can't. Those men are out there, looking for me. I need to be safe." "You are safe. It's been a week now. I bet they should have given up. You are lucky and strong so you shouldn't be afraid of them."

Had it not been for his affinity in death magic, I might not have listened to his warning. “Ryker has barely touched astral projection, and he’s the most skilled of us—except for you, I suppose, but what you have right now is pure potential. Potential doesn’t keep your soul from drifting off, or from your body withering away shortly after. Astral projection requires immense focus, but it is also incredibly dangerous. You must protect your body while you’re away, and there must be no wards where you visit. The soul is very susceptible to these things…”

I was on the verge of crying but one after another sound of heavy footsteps stopped me, it gave me hope that I am saved. Seconds have passed and I just saw Falcon lying on the floor with a familiar man above him, fiercely punching him with a continuous amount of force. That day, I saw how hazardous he really is like a stranger, not knowing how hazardous he could turn into because of the perilous pit he have made for me but it seems that we both fell, not only me.