I hear that astral projections can happen during times of stress. But how can it be that I could have an astral projection as an infant? It is one of my earliest memories, if not the earliest.
I think (it is only a theory since I am not aware of specifics) that it happened around the time when my maternal grandmother had fallen ill and perhaps my mother had been so stressed that the stress leaked to me as she breast fed? Is it possible?
Anyway, to the experience. From what I remember, I was floating above my parents' bed. As this astral projection, I'm not sure of the age, but it wasn't infant, because I was walking up, from the foot to the head of the bed, between my mom and dad. I stopped at the point that I was able to look directly down at myself, an infant in my red striped pajamas suckling, a little bit of milk dribbling form the side of my mouth. I think my parents were sleeping because from observing them over the years, I realized that they were in their usual sleeping positions: mom with both her hands tucked under her head (just over my own head) and my dad with one arm outstretched up past the edge of the bed and the other under his head.
The television was on (they both leave it on when they sleep, even now) and it was casting a blue light on all of us. I (the astral projection) then leaned close to myself to get a better look.
This is where I don't remember what happens next. Perhaps this was when my spiritual self snapped back into place.
Now, I know it couldn't have been myself looking over my younger sister because one, the infant had my pajamas on (we have those pajamas until this day) and we are only 18 months apart, therefore, I wasn't even conscious of her existence then. She also was born not long after my grandmother died form her illness.
So, was this real? Does it have any meaning? This memory has been with me ever since I could remember. Could I have made it up as a young child and not remember doing so? I don't understand. Usually, even as a child I could decipher dreams from reality.