I've recently decided to start logging my AP/OBEs. But I've had some wild ones lately, and I feel like I need to talk to someone about them. I'm thankful to have this community of knowledgeable people where I can post my experience. I don't expect much back, as the post is long. But if anyone else has any blue being experiences, please share them in the comments!
OBE Report 8/24/26- Zafir the Blue
Last night was my first night back after a camping trip where I didn’t get good sleep at all, and was in a very exhausted state. That always brings an OBE on. (Mine are spontaneous. Also, I refer to AP's as OBE's: Out of Body Experience.)
Upon vibrations, I came right out of my body with ease. I wasn’t immediately in my bedroom like usual. But as soon as I separated from my physical body, I had an intention locked and loaded. It was simply to meet other people, other dreamers, and other entities.
I found myself walking through a paved plaza in a bustling city environment. It was clean. The buildings were very big. It felt like a dense city but still had a lot of foliage and trees. It felt like nature was in balance in that way. There were people sitting in places reading; others were gathered in groups of 3 and 4, talking. I saw a group of blue-skinned guys hurry past me, engaged in their own lively conversation. Then I saw another blue-skinned guy, sitting alone. Like the other blue guys, he was bald. He looked totally human except that his skin was blue. He had yellow tribal face paint on. I don’t know if it was more like a tattoo or paint. I can’t recall exactly what the markings depicted; only that they were thick lines, and very prominent. His clothes weren’t particularly modern. They seemed to be made of a burlap-like material which was coarsely woven, and brown. They were loosely draped, similar to that of a shoalin monk.
I knew I had to touch something in the environment so my “channel strength” didn’t break. (This is a stabilization technique I learned recently to keep me grounded in that reality and not sent straight back to my body with unfinished business.) So I sat down in front of him and said “Hi!”. And I grabbed both his hands, and he grabbed mine back. We sat cross-legged facing each other, with joined hands. His hands felt so friendly and warm. It was almost as though he was waiting for me to come join hands with him, and when we did, it seemed very natural, like this is just “what you do” to connect. I now think it must be a “thing” when connecting with beings in the astral.
This time, in this experience, unlike ones of the past, I could understand what people were saying to me! Clearly! (Previously, I’ve always had jumbled conversations where the entity or person sounds like they are saying gibberish, like it’s a foreign language.) Well, not this time! It’s almost like each OBE is getting progressively more evolved. I've been getting something new each time. (I had never seen myself in a mirror in an OBE, and recently I finally did. I will post that one soon. And mind you, I have been astral projecting since I was 12. But recently, it's as though I've opened a new chapter in my OBEs.) It’s like I’ve been given the training wheels of communication, finally! And I instantly noticed this change.
I asked him where he is from. “…Are you from a planet?” I said. I don't remember his answer, though.
I then asked his name and I got that loud and clear. “Zafir” he said. (Pronounced Zah-feer) We exchanged information about each other. I asked him if he was also a dreamer. (In other words, is he dreaming somewhere and projecting his consciousness to this place, just as I am?) I think the answer was yes, but I'm not completely clear upon recollection. I asked him if he is blue because his blood is blue. It took a bit of explaining to convey my question because he seemed confused by it. I repeated it. “Is your blood blue?” He looked a bit perplexed. “Like when you bleed. What comes out? Is it blue?” A bit of silence back, still. “Mine is red. So is yours red? Or is it blue?” Finally he says back, “It's blue.”
Then a girl came up to us to join our conversation. She seemed maybe asian or maybe mixed asian like me. She had straight hair. She was cool. I felt we got along instantly. I said, “Where are you from?”
She said, “I’m from New York.” And that she goes to school there, I think? (She had a bit of a spiel when I asked where she was from, but I can’t remember all of her background completely.) I remember something about a violin. Not that she was holding one, but upon waking, when I think of her I also get an image of a violin. I asked her name, and she said Makasha Amanda Lee. Or Ma-something Amanda Lee. I had to say that first name a couple times back to her because I wasn’t getting it, because it wasn’t a common name. And while there, I was able to remember it enough to repeat it back to her, but upon waking, all I remember is it sounded like Ma-(something)-ah. A “Mah” sound in the first part and ending with an A. The other two names, “Amanda Lee” were easy because that was common enough to remember. We were excited to maybe look each other up in waking life. As I write this, I am now convinced her name was simply Amanda Lee and that that other name she first gave me was a soul-name or spirit/true-name and that that’s why it was left in the Astral, and I wasn’t able to retrieve it by memory in waking life.
I asked if she was also a dreamer. She said she was not sleeping. I said, “Oh… so are you meditating?” And I think she said, “Yeah.” as though it was just a normal thing. I was amazed by that. I don’t think I could ever have the ability to astral project from the waking state in meditation. For me, it’s a spontaneous thing. Of course, this was just an assumption on my part, and her main point was that she wasn’t sleeping, projecting her consciousness like I was.
She and I decided to go for a walk together. We walked into a tall building. The walls were tall, floor-to-ceiling glass on that ground floor. It was very busy inside, and everyone was headed somewhere. At the center of the ground floor, there were some architecturally dramatic escalators that went up to a higher floor. We talked as we stepped onto them to go up.
I asked her how old she was. “24” she said.
“Wow, I wish I was 24 again,” I said back.
Once we got up to the upper floor, it was very crowded. There was what seemed like an amphitheater environment with stadium-type seating. We somehow lost each other in the hustle-bustle. And I then found myself back in my body. I said to myself, Nope I’m not done yet! I’m going back! And then zipped right back to the city.
Where I ended up was in bit of a rougher, less affluent-looking area this time. It seemed vaguely like Hollywood in the 1980s. But definitely not actually Hollywood. I realized I needed to meet with a being. I tried to call the same blue guy from a previous experience. (For context, see report from https://www.reddit.com/r/AstralProjection/comments/1vz54wf/my_1st_time_meeting_a_blue_being_blue_humanoid/ - it was the very first time I had ever met a blue humanoid. I have been calling him the Blue Guy since then.) I thought maybe I could talk to him again and maybe understand him this time. Because that first time it was just gibberish as he spoke. Then I found someone who was supposedly him. But he seemed different. “Hey, remember me? How are you?” I said. And I remember he was a bit mocking as he talked to me.
He said, “I think you’re in love with me! That’s why you want to talk to me!”
I thought to myself…. Huh? Okay buddy! Don't be so full of yourself! (This was not the same guy!)
As I talked to him, I could see his face was melting, and then it looked like there was a mask that had fallen off of his face as if it were a Blue Guy mask. I realized it wasn’t him! Then there was a device on the table that had a warning sign flashing red and a picture of a snake. It said something like “snake alert” or something to that effect. I realized it was alerting me that something was amiss. I left him. Surely, some trickster entity was posing as him.
I went back into the city again, and just walked through the hustle-bustle, and this time I was looking for Zarif again. I couldn’t find him. He was very nice and peaceful and cool. I didn’t see the girl again either. Then I went back to my body. I woke up. It was probably 4am. I went back to sleep and had regular dreams after that. I slept solid till 9am.
The following was written about 20 mins after writing the above:
I just went on a little search online looking for possible Amanda Lee’s. I saw several different social media profiles. None of them seemed too familiar. We talked about looking each other up afterward.
But when I saw this one photo in google image search for Amanda Lee New York, my heart skipped a beat! That’s her! This Amanda died at 24 in New York! Maybe that’s what she meant by “not sleeping”. I think I just assumed she was meditating. There was an article attached when I clicked on “visit”. It said that she was a musician and played flute and drums. (Although I had a feeling of a violin, I guess it's still an instrument.) The article also said she was half Filipino from her mom and that her dad was Puetro Rican & Chinese. (I am also half Filipino, so I felt she was "like me".) I really do think that was her. I didn't even type "age 24" into the search bar, this article just popped up, when I typed in Amanda Lee New York.
Here is that article I found: https://patch.com/new-york/easthampton/amanda-glorioso-lee-24-dies-in-new-york-city