Alaina
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635 appearances
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first heard Feb 2025
last heard May 2025
Alaina’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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One can fly there, move with ease like floating, swim like a mermaid, and all the laws of physics as we know it do not seem to exist.
Let me get back up a bit and give you some context. The bulk of my most vivid astral experiences happened in my youth, teens, and early adult life. I'm guessing I come from a long line of witches, mystics, or something weird. I've been a weirdo for as long as I can recall. Ooh, ooh. And well before I even knew weirdos existed.
I've been able to see and talk with dead people before I could talk with living people. I've been lucid dreamer for as long as I can remember. And well before I even knew there was a term for it. I remember that too. I didn't know before I knew there was a term for it. I was like, it's weird. I can do this thing. I always used to like say like, oh, like some dreams I can control.
Like I have a decision in my dreams. Yeah. Yeah. I have also spent much of my life having weekly, sometimes daily predictions. Everything from small acts or behaviors of another person to huge events like the tsunami in 2004 in the Indian Ocean.
Another tale for another time. That's wild. Okay, here's my tale. My husband and I met in the astral world when we were children. He lived on the east coast and I on the west coast. We were kids and would meet up in the meadow with the willow tree and I loved him instantly. Oh. We did not know each other in the physical world. We would fly, run, laugh, and play. We were about 10 to 12 years old.
When the time would come to wake up, I hated it. I hated leaving the astral world. I hated leaving him. He would tell me not to worry because we would know each other again and for always. Ruin me. Literally ruin me. One of the times when we met by the tree, he tried to give me his phone number and would try to tell me where he lived in the physical world.
It was always so hard to understand each other when we tried to talk of the physical world. Like our voices would get drowned out in a sudden roar of wind. Or one of us would just disappear slash wake up. Each time we tried to talk about finding each other in the physical world, the astral world would feel heavy and grow darker, less fun.
What would end up being one of the last times we would see each other in the astral world, he had me memorize his phone number, a landline as cell phones were not a thing yet. I know I'm ancient. Girl, I feel it. The world would shift and turn heavy slash darker when we would try to talk about how to find each other in the physical world.
So it was really hard to remember his number, but I was determined. I woke up with a body-wide jerk, like when you're falling in a dream and you jerk yourself awake. I hate that feeling. And I instantly wrote the number down. I was shocked and exhilarated all at the same time. I knew he was real. We could never remember each other's names when we woke up, but I remembered the number.
This is incredible.
I love it. the scribbled number on a scrap of paper sat on my desk for days as i was afraid to call it it felt like we broke a major rule and somehow we would get in trouble but i called it on a weekend and my heart raced my mouth went dry and felt like a bowling ball was in my stomach it rang several times before a woman answered with a bit of a southern accent
I tried to speak, but fuck, I didn't know this kid's name, so what was I supposed to say? Um, hello? I'm a girl who's been visiting with a boy in an astral world. Um, is there a boy that lives there? Yes. Yeah, I hung up. But I saved the number. My visits in the astral world came and went, and sometimes we would see each other, and I tried to tell him I called.
He said, I know, and don't worry, we'll be together. Life went on and astral projection is something that has always been a part of my existence. So want to know how and when we meet in the physical world? Of course I do. Well, I will write more another time. Just kidding. I was like, no.
I was like, you bitch. No. You bitch. Now you know how it feels when you end a multi-part episode on a cliffhanger. That's when Heather's yelling at us, you bitch. Fuck. So fast forward 12 to 13-ish years. That's so funny. I'm now in my 20s, living in the PNW, attending university, Pacific Northwest, living near campus in a historically restored apartment building I saw him.
There he was, living in a bottom floor flat. I would have to pass by his window upon entering the building. He and his housemate often had the window open during the spring and summer months as they played their guitars, singing, smoking the devil's lettuce, and living the good life. Right. Right.
As my friends and I started hanging out and getting to know these fly boys, it became more and more clear to me that we knew each other. But he ignored me. I was devastated. I was so attracted to him on a soul level. I once told my friend at the time, I'm going to have that man's babies. She turned and said, just his babies? No marriage? I just gave him a knowing smile.
Fast forwarding a bit, he finally began noticing me and talking with me. And next thing you know, we're dating. Ah! I did straight up ask at some point, what changed? Why are you paying attention now? He replied, bro code. I was like, what the fuck does that mean? He explained that his flatmate called dibs.
I should have been horrified that I was being seen as a possession, but I was kind of flattered. I get it. It was the 1990s, way back in the 1990s. You know, we were not as woke then. Once it was painfully clear I wanted nothing to do with his cringy flatmate, the bro code was dissolved. Yeah.
Well, as my future husband and I grew closer and closer, we shared about finding each other all those years before in the astral world. It was an incredible night as we snuggled up as a massive storm rained down and begins sharing and remembering our otherworldly time together. This is like a movie.
I love it so. As we were talking, I got up, walked to my keepsake box, and showed him the telephone number. Stop it. It was his grandmother's number. Stop it. I love. All over. I love love. All over. My future husband was born and raised on the East Coast. Hell yeah. And was in part raised by his grandparents. Hell. And that is the number he gave me all those years before in the astral worlds.
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