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Visit from Hell? Several years ago, I had taken basic and advanced classes for Meditation at the Himalayan Institute of Yoga, and upon completing them - had been given a personal mantra. I had been advised to practice meditation on a regular basis and at the same place and time. On that particular day I had been busy and hadn't meditated so even though I wasn't feeling well, and already in bed and too lazy to get up - I fell off to sleep while meditating. I had gotten into the habit of meditating on the floor of my bathroom long after everyone was asleep. I still had trouble getting past all the faces that whizzed by me in the beginning stages. During this particular night, my eyes opened by themselves, I felt paralyzed and nothing was moving but my eyes. It was as if someone had control of my body and was using my eyes to see. They jerked from the window, the closet door and the bedroom door and no thought of mine would stop them. As I became more aware, I began to breathe louder to signal my husband to wake me up. Sylvia Brown spoke about us astrally traveling while asleep and then us waking up before we are totally back in our body that caused us to feel paralyzed. But, at the time, that information wasn't known to me. I kept lying there, breathing hard waiting for my husband to wake me up. Suddenly I had a vision -- the ceiling opened up to a view of Hell itself. There were many, many demon-looking beings, red and orange colors like flames; all jumbled close together, all screaming with extreme agony, and all looking directly at me and all reaching for me. Getting closer, and closer. I still could not move. My husband was not getting the message to wake me up. So I did the only thing I could do, I repeated the Lords Prayer in my mind over and over again. Slowly, the sounds became distant and faded, the ceiling closed up, and I was still laying there staring at the ceiling but now I could move and suddenly I could feel my emotions. I cannot begin to describe the terrifying grip of fear, and how fast my heart was racing, how much I was hyperventilating....no words could describe how I felt. Getting my makeup on in preparation to going to work the next morning, I noticed my eyes. The pupils were wide open, so my eyes looked black. They stayed that way for three days. I was told it was due to shock - real or imagined. I spoke to my instructor at the institute, who finally offered the information that one should never meditate in their bed, and never while ill. She believed it was just a bad dream. Over the years, I've asked several people about this "dream" and get different answers. I guess I'll never know if I was the victim of myself coming back to my body, a bad dream, or maybe Sylvia is wrong...there are demons and there really is a Hell. Needless to say, I do not meditate in my bed when I'm not feeling well, and neither should you! -Mary Adolay
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