(bryanism Repost on: Intuitive Experiences, From The Density Into The Light ...) 
I was happy and honored to be invited by a female minister to attend Sunday-service and then provide cold-readings/messages after her sermon was done. 
The following Sunday arrived and I listened intently as she wrapped up her sermon. Still at the pulpit, and just before introducing me to the whole congregation, she beckoned me to the front, so I'd already be there by the time she told everyone my name. 
While walking to the front of the congregation I realized this was my first time doing this and that I needed to provide information in code for privacy's sake in that public forum. 
After several cold readings up near the front of the room and several more done a little ways towards the back of the temple, I was drawn right back up front again, almost in the exact position where I started, to ask this question: 
"Does any one here astral projects?" 
Two women raised their hand, one being the woman in the pulpit, who had invited me; and the other sitting in the pew furthest to the back with a strained look on her face. (continued in comments)
Bryan-Carlton Flournoy
In my mind's eye, one woman astral projected to high energy places, while the other woman astral projected to lower realms navigating dark winding roads through forrests that looked like deadzones, with thunder and lightening in the throes of severe winter.
To distinguish both experiences I asked, "Which of you, astral projects involuntarily...as if against your own will?"
The woman in the pulpit lowered her hand, leaving the woman in the back pew, whom I'd already began approaching as I walked to the rear of the temple to meet her the whole way. "Do you know why this happens?" I asked, noticing that she (must have) recognized the look on my face as her own.
"No," she said, distressed but hopeful that the information forthcoming would bring meaning or purpose to an experience that haunted her since childhood.
Without addressing the horrific scenes, I asked, "Do you notice how you always find your way back home?"
She nodded, meaning, "Yes."
I probed further, "Do you ever notice that you go 'down' alone, but ascend with others following you?"
"No," she said looking more puzzled than before.
"It's because you don't look back, my sister." I offered, and then continued. "Listen...."
Shifting my body's positioning to synchronize with her energies, I continued, "On many occassions you descend to lower realms to deliver souls who are ready to evolve, but are still trapped in their own minds, their old experience.
People like you illuminate a hint of new realities, even beyond your own, and this light guides them out from The Density to a point where the 'Light from Source' overwhelms yours, but not in a detrimental way,so that it's apparent where to go from that point forward."
I sat on the back of a pew directly in front of her to face her, "I won't say don't be afraid, but I can assure you're never lost, even though the path back up looks different every time, and it's because these paths must specifically resemble the kinds of fears that those following you must release while on this journey up and over."
The woman actually smiled and seemed blessed, even lucky, as if all I did was remind her.