Astral Projection

I want to leave go away from here out of this body to another sphere. Out I go now into a long funnel. There is no light here as through a tunnel. I emerge into the darkest of dark with only a few twinkles to give a spark Into this space I move though its very cold and no longer am I sure to be so bold. Then voices come distant rumble of babble, no words appear only the sounds of rabble. Like in an auditorium with everyone talking as one. The cacophony grew and I knew I shouldn't have come. The grass is not greener, it doesn't exist. There is only cold out here and here was the twist: All the universe I will ever know is within myself no matter where I go. I must return go away from here back to my home on the glorious blue sphere