I felt my being getting pulled in all kinds of directions for a few minutes. I couldn't even tell what was happening in the process because of how fast I was moving.
To be honest, it was even harder to keep my consciousness during this process. However, after another few minutes, the constant moving finally stopped. However, I haven't regained my vision yet. I was too dizzy, and it was the first time that I had gotten my soul separated from my body.
It was…uh, an interesting experience, to say the least.
Would I do it again?
No.
The puke coming up in my throat made this whole thing a little less enjoyable.
Nevertheless, after another minute or so of being completely still, sitting on a chair? At least, that was my guess about what I was sitting on. Either way, I finally opened my eyes, and what I had expected God to look like was the complete opposite.
