Astral Trip to Guyana

On November 16, 2025, I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Upon returning to my bed, what usually happens is my mind begins to think of all the things in my life that are not important in that moment, making it nearly impossible to fall back to sleep. 

I usually remedy this situation by mentally chanting mantras and depending on how intense the thinking is, I switch between Om Namah Shivaya or Om Mani Padme Hum. This helps to calm my mind so I can drop back to sleep.

In an instant, I was lying on my back on the deck of a large fishing type boat in the middle of the ocean. I sat up to look around and witnessed several huge military ships speeding in my direction. As they sped pass, a huge wave overturned my boat into the water. 

Knowing I was in the astral environment, I remained relaxed, attempted to hold my breath and braced for the impact. As the boat turned over, I fell into a huge whirlpool swirling downward into the ocean. Suddenly, I heard my son screaming “Dad, Dad, Dad.” Although I could not see him, I reach out my hand to help him.

Unexpectedly, we were shot out the other end into a bed where he was completely covered in seaweed and smaller aquatic animals. I looked around but did not recognize the place. The bed was made up neatly with white sheets and nice big pillows. There was a dresser, a table along with other pieces of furniture. 

I asked my son, “Are you okay” he nodded yes then got up to wiped off the seaweed. He walked out of the room into the hallway like he knew where he was and entered a bathroom across the hall to clean himself up. I got up to followed him and I immediately knew I was in Guyana. 

The environment felt like a physical location but as I stood still, I could feel my body floating a few inches above the ground. I recall saying to myself, “I have to record this once I return to my bed.”

Shortly after, my dad (who passed in April 2020) appeared from another room next to the bathroom. He said “Good morning, are you getting ready.” I replied “Yes, where is Mom.” (who passed in January 2019) He replied “In the room,” so I walked in to greet her. She was lying in the bed and I notice that her body looked like the old black and white pictures I remembered of her as a young woman in Guyana before she gave birth to me. 

I walked back across the hall to the room that my son and I initially came out of and saw lots of dollar bills, coins along with other items on the table. I sat down to rubbed the dollar bills between my fingers and began counting the money. There was $500 in Guyanese currency and $1000 in US. As I sat there counting the money, I instinctively knew this would help to keep this experience recorded in my memory for when I returned to my bed on the physical side.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother approaching the entrance from across the hall. As I got up to meet her at the entrance, I stepped to the side to allow her to walk in. We exchanged words then my body immediately disappeared back to where my physical body lay.