Many of my conscious OBEs through the years have been fairly innocuous, often traveling to space and visiting various planets, galaxies and so forth. I've floated above Earth where Earth was about the size of a large beach ball held at arm's length. It was stunning. No photograph, no still shot...Unencumbered, REAL, right in front of me. I've "stood" on the Moon and I'm always floored by how many stars I can see once beyond Earth's atmosphere.
That is why the following experience really stood out to me. I was on one of my astral excursions when suddenly I found myself in a barren, desolate space. "Creepy" is an excellent adjective to describe this place. The sky took on an unusual greenish/grey/amber hue (hard to describe) and sprinkled occasionally throughout these mostly empty fields were very ancient, dead trees with knotted branches. Director Tim Burton would be right at home.
I noticed people milling about with no real purpose or direction. They didn't look quite like gory zombies which are often depicted in horror films. More like ashen, lethargic people with the aura of hopelessness. Normally I can float and fly quite easily when in the astral planes but I felt myself struggling to lift myself upwards to escape this place of despair. That's when I noticed their face expressions change. It was the first time I felt any semblance of pleasure coming from them. Their contorted smirks and grins signalled their satisfaction with my fear and struggle to escape.
It was like food for their depleted Souls. I tried and tried and simply could not rise into the sky. Finally, with one final focused attempt I was floating above the scene. With newly-acquired feelings of relief and safety I said (telepathically) to nobody in particular:
"Where is this place?"
That is when I heard one of them say "The Fields of Sharrot."
After returning to my physical body I quickly got online and searched for the term but came back empty. This was probably early 2000's or so. In a recent search I see there is a place in the UK called Sharrat Field but the photos do not resemble my experience in the least. I do not think this is a place on Earth but some type of purgatory for lost Souls in some low level plane. Perhaps it is some spirit's "Hell" they have manifested for themselves either knowingly or unknowingly.
I'm curious if any other traveler has ever heard this term before or visited a similar location? I suppose there are many more like it out there in other worlds and dimensions but I always found it fascinating that it had a particular name I have never forgot.
Loading comments....
I have always had intense, vivid, sometimes prophetic dreams, since I was a child. I didn't realize until later that I was astral traveling. Different timelines, dimensions, planets, lives, wherever. This one dream stood out and impacted me for a long time. Just the feelings I got from it, dread, hopeless, afraid. I love the stars and for a while after the dream I was afraid to look up at the night sky. I would rather send this in email but maybe someone can relate.
In my dream it started with me in a funnel in space. The funnel is rotating, not very fast, and the gravity isn't right. I'm trying to hold onto the inside walls of this cone but they keep spinning and on the walls are constellations in gold on a blue background. But like a map sometimes with the picture representing the star formations. I think there might have been a horse. One end of the funnel is a pen point and the other is a wide open circle leading into open space and I look out the funnel and I see a planet below me and I'm instantly terrified. I just want to get away, I don't want to look at it. I don't feel like this often, I know how to be brave but in that moment was wild, suffering, lost, desolate, something beyond agony and grief and hopelessness. Like living dead. I realize I'm repeating what you've said but this is my exact experience. The sky was dusty like brownish reddish. The ground looked almost like hard cracked sand but there was concrete too. And buildings, that were maybe sky scrapers at one time but now were ruins, crumbling in pieces, dark, abandoned. Like they had been intentionally destroyed a long time ago. Paved roads were by them, also cracked and only showing in places through the dirt covering everything. And finally the cars, rusted, decaying, left everywhere. Rust red and dirt, there was a stack of cars reaching the sky, stacked on top of each other making a column. I had to get away and I was so scared I was going to float out of my funnel.
Then I was gone, I wasn't in space anymore, I was laying on my great grandmothers bed in her dark dark room with the door shut. She was lying next to me asleep. I'm on my back and suddenly I get jolted with what felt like an electric shock. It's disorienting and painful, through my whole body. Quick and sharp then I'm rolling on the bed trying to ease the sensations. Happens again and again maybe 5 more times, I'm sick with it and the for the next shock I accidentally roll off the bed and when I hit the ground, jolted again, and instantly I throw up. I'm miserable. I'm on my stomach on the floor and I start pulling myself forward on the ground, crawling towards the foot of the bed. I reach the end of the bed on the floor and look around the corner. Sitting there on the floor at the end of the bed are a woman and child. The child looks like a baby, maybe a year old sitting on his butt. Behind him is the woman, early 20s to maybe 30, and she's crouching on her feet, hands touching the floor for support, leaning and looking at me like a wild thing. They were both naked but completely covered in blood, mostly black and reddish, head to foot. I couldn't see their skin color but I knew they had darker colored skin, maybe light brown. Thick hair, short and kinky, saturated with the blood on the woman. There was something off about the baby, the shape of his head didn't look right, not elongated but large and slightly misshapen. I was so afraid to see them. I started to back away. And then it ended. Or that's all I remember.
After some research I came to the belief that the funnel I was in was maybe one of my chakras, most likely the 8th above the crown, which has been known for interdimensional travel and other relatable things. If it was recently opened and I was unaware it would explain the sluggish rotation and lack of stability. Maybe it was a past life, or just part of a celestial damage we're sometimes here to heal. I won't run next time. Thank you for sharing your experiences, I don't know about the fields but it definitely resonates.