Between Worlds: An Out-of-Body Journey of Remembering

This month, we are honored to share the following personal account from one of our Starseeds and Lightworkers Collective members, Ms. Kelley Whacker. Kelley has experienced out-of-body journeys since childhood, and in this piece she recounts a powerful experience that unfolded as part of her ongoing spiritual path. We offer her story in the spirit of openness, reflection, and shared exploration.  - Crystal

Between Worlds: An Out-of-Body Journey of Remembering 

By Kelley Whacker

I feel deeply honored to share a very real and magical out-of-body experience I had last year — one that revealed what I believe was a past life as a high-level Shaman in the Philippines. Recently, a tarot card was pulled for me with the message that I needed to share my experiences. I took that as confirmation.

My OBEs began in childhood. Throughout the 1970s and 80s, I would fly to different places almost every night while asleep — so vividly that I often fell out of bed. At the time, very few people understood out-of-body experiences. I didn’t have language for it, but I knew I loved the feeling of flying, even if I didn’t love hitting the floor.

Last year, I had one of the most unique OBEs of my life. As part of my nightly practice, I say a protection prayer and set my intentions. For about a week, I had been asking to access my Akashic Records. I was listening to binaural beats and a Hemi-Sync meditation, wearing a sleep mask, and holding a small labradorite crystal in my left receiving hand.

I felt the familiar vibration begin and entered what many call “the void” — a completely dark space where you have no body, only awareness. The void always brings me a feeling of peace and unconditional love.

Suddenly, I felt a shift — a popping sound with static — and I heard a voice in the distance. It sounded like my mother, but she seemed to be speaking another language. Then I found myself with a body again, stuck against the ceiling of what felt like an ancient cathedral. I felt far from home — like I was in another time.

The air felt thick, like water, and I had to “swim” down from the ceiling. As I descended, light filled the space and I saw beautiful sacred geometry drawn on the floor. The voice grew louder. It felt incredibly real — more like a memory than a dream.

Then I was abruptly awakened by my husband and our cat. My husband told me I had been speaking loudly in what sounded like a different language.

I immediately wrote everything down in my dream journal — one of several I’ve kept since 2012, when my spiritual journey consciously began. I knew this experience meant something important.

For several nights after, I asked my higher self for clarity. Around 3 a.m. one night, I saw a word flash in my third-eye vision in all capital letters: ANITO

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It blinked like a neon sign.

When I looked it up, I was stunned. Anito refers to ancestor spirits, nature spirits, and deities in Indigenous Philippine spiritual traditions dating back to pre-colonial times. I remember thinking, “I cannot make this up.”

That same week, I attended a sound healing session and booked a private reading with the psychic medium facilitating it. I told her about my OBE — but not about the word ANITO.

Without prompting, she told me I had experienced a past-life memory as a high-level Shaman in the Philippines. She said the voice I heard was my own — speaking light language and working with sacred geometry.

That was my “Ah Ha” moment. Everything came together like pieces of a puzzle.

A few years earlier, I had studied Shamanism for six months. Although I didn’t complete the full program, it always felt deeply familiar to me.

Since this experience, I often wake up feeling vibrations in my body — something I believe signals activation and remembering. Through my OBEs, I continue to gather spiritual clues and piece them together.

Whether one sees OBEs as astral travel, past-life memory, or something else entirely, I know what I experienced felt real, powerful, and transformative.

And if ANITO was the first word revealed to me, perhaps it was also the first key in remembering who I once was.

Article published on March 2nd, 2026