I was meditating today. I started to get some small vibrations (similar to those I have experience with nighttime out-of-body experiences). I tried every method I knew of to "exit" my body, but nothing was working. I got the impression that I was not ready to exit this way yet. A little frustrated but also trying to be a little funny, I expressed something like, "I promise to stay calm and keep any fears at bay. So just yank me out already."
A few minutes later, I was on the verge of "clicking out" and starting to get those random dream like thoughts and images. Suddenly my left arm shot straight up in the air and dropped like dead weight right back to where it was to begin with. Now I can't say for sure if it was my actual arm, but all of the sensations (including the noise) were real. It felt exactly like somebody jerked my arm up and then dropped it. It startled me pretty good.
"Point taken" was my reply.
We are no doubt our own biggest obstacles.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Precognative Dream?
I had a wild night of lucid dreams and out-of-body experiences last night. Two parts of a particular dream struck me (while in the dream state) as being moments of precognition; a sort of gut feeling that I was seeing into the probable future.
The first part of the dream involved a large plume of smoke from a wildland fire near my house. I was on the phone with my brother-in-law who lives nearby and who could also see the smoke. There was a helicopter flying over the fire and having some trouble. Eventually it ended up landing safely. A great deal of uncertainty surrounds this of course, but this morning in "waking life" I passed a small grass fire with a decent plume of smoke (a mile or so from my house). Granted, it was a small fire, but the odds deserve attention.
In the second part of the dream I was seeing the earth from a radar like perspective. I heard news reporters talking about several large tornadoes sweeping across the globe. I saw them (in radar like view) moving across the US and all the way across the globe to what appeared to be Africa. I am pretty sure that the details are not all that important. The general idea was that it was a "big" tornado event. The reporters were clearly excited and continued to state that it was unprecedented.
Today, I am watching the news about the mass of tornadoes that have pounding the southern U.S. today. There has been much tornado activity in the past few weeks, but this event is clearly "big" in terms of death toll and total number of tornadoes. Bellow from an April 28th, 2011 ABC news report:
The first part of the dream involved a large plume of smoke from a wildland fire near my house. I was on the phone with my brother-in-law who lives nearby and who could also see the smoke. There was a helicopter flying over the fire and having some trouble. Eventually it ended up landing safely. A great deal of uncertainty surrounds this of course, but this morning in "waking life" I passed a small grass fire with a decent plume of smoke (a mile or so from my house). Granted, it was a small fire, but the odds deserve attention.
In the second part of the dream I was seeing the earth from a radar like perspective. I heard news reporters talking about several large tornadoes sweeping across the globe. I saw them (in radar like view) moving across the US and all the way across the globe to what appeared to be Africa. I am pretty sure that the details are not all that important. The general idea was that it was a "big" tornado event. The reporters were clearly excited and continued to state that it was unprecedented.
Today, I am watching the news about the mass of tornadoes that have pounding the southern U.S. today. There has been much tornado activity in the past few weeks, but this event is clearly "big" in terms of death toll and total number of tornadoes. Bellow from an April 28th, 2011 ABC news report:
"The death toll approached 300 tonight from the tornadoes and thunderstorms that tore through the South Wednesday night and early today."
Like many things, there is a great deal of uncertainty related to this. I hesitate to label the experience as anything other than interesting and noteworthy. It stands as yet another clue that there is more to "all of this" than meets the eye.
"NOAA, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, estimated there were 173 tornadoes Wednesday, a new record for a single storm system in modern times."
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Above The Clouds
Consciousness Exploration Journal
April 4th, 2011
I woke up at 1am because one of our dogs was barking. The first OBE happened shortly after this. After a series of false awakenings, I woke up to some vibrations. I used the “brain strain” technique to encourage the vibration. I sat up after a few attempts and tried to fly up through the ceiling. I tried several times but could not get through. I stood on the bed and leaned against the wall to try and gather myself. While I was standing there, I began to hear a noise in the hallway. The noise got closer and closer to the bedroom. I focused on the noise and realized that it was our cat coming down the hall. Suddenly, I felt something on my chest. This jolted me back to my body and caused me to wake up. Our cat had jumped up into our bed and onto my chest.
Later in the night, I was in what seemed to be a dream. However, I do vaguely remember exiting my body sometime before the dream. I was on a very pretty street or on a wide path in some type of park. The scenery was full of green grass and lush trees. It was very vivid and beautiful. I quickly realized that I was dreaming. I jumped up into the air and began flying through the beautiful trees. I put my arms at my side and made my body straight like an arrow. I began flying through the air very fast. I focused my intent on shooting through the air to a bundle of branches in the distance. It was exhilarating to fly that fast and seemed to be a productive way to relieve some tension. I was pleased that my focus worked and that I was able to fly straight to the bundle of branches. At some point I decided to fly up and into the clouds. Sometime around this point I asked to go to the "black void" that I have experienced in the past. I kept making my way up, far above the clouds. I was looking down at the clouds in total amazement as they drifted underneath me. The sky above me was getting darker as if I was at the edge of the earth’s atmosphere. I wanted to see the earth from a distance, so I continued on my way. Eventually, the earth was nothing more than a distant ball. I felt like I had gone far enough for this trip and decided to go back. Instantly, I was back in my bed.
April 4th, 2011
I woke up at 1am because one of our dogs was barking. The first OBE happened shortly after this. After a series of false awakenings, I woke up to some vibrations. I used the “brain strain” technique to encourage the vibration. I sat up after a few attempts and tried to fly up through the ceiling. I tried several times but could not get through. I stood on the bed and leaned against the wall to try and gather myself. While I was standing there, I began to hear a noise in the hallway. The noise got closer and closer to the bedroom. I focused on the noise and realized that it was our cat coming down the hall. Suddenly, I felt something on my chest. This jolted me back to my body and caused me to wake up. Our cat had jumped up into our bed and onto my chest.
Later in the night, I was in what seemed to be a dream. However, I do vaguely remember exiting my body sometime before the dream. I was on a very pretty street or on a wide path in some type of park. The scenery was full of green grass and lush trees. It was very vivid and beautiful. I quickly realized that I was dreaming. I jumped up into the air and began flying through the beautiful trees. I put my arms at my side and made my body straight like an arrow. I began flying through the air very fast. I focused my intent on shooting through the air to a bundle of branches in the distance. It was exhilarating to fly that fast and seemed to be a productive way to relieve some tension. I was pleased that my focus worked and that I was able to fly straight to the bundle of branches. At some point I decided to fly up and into the clouds. Sometime around this point I asked to go to the "black void" that I have experienced in the past. I kept making my way up, far above the clouds. I was looking down at the clouds in total amazement as they drifted underneath me. The sky above me was getting darker as if I was at the edge of the earth’s atmosphere. I wanted to see the earth from a distance, so I continued on my way. Eventually, the earth was nothing more than a distant ball. I felt like I had gone far enough for this trip and decided to go back. Instantly, I was back in my bed.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Consciousness Art - "Lucid"
This is a recent piece for a series that I am working on related to my experiences in the exploration of consciousness.
Lucid
Oil on Canvas
37" X 22"
Lucid
Oil on Canvas
37" X 22"
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Phantom Limb and Brain Strain
Yesterday I came across a post about a website called obe4u.com. Though it had a very infomercial quality to it, a small moment of synchronicity convinced me to watch a few of the videos. Long story short, I felt like I came away with some valid techniques to induce out-of-body experiences. All of my OBE's up to this point were, for the most part, unplanned. They were either spontaneous, via a lucid dream, or a result of trying to work through sleep paralysis. Something about these techniques left me with a feeling that they would absolutely work for me. And they did.
I had gotten out of bed around 4 am to let the cat out. I returned to bed and quickly fell back asleep. I found myself in a seemingly endless loop of false awakenings. Frankly it is all a little messy and foggy. However, at some point I woke up and rolled onto my side. I instantly remembered to try the OBE techniques. The first one that I tried was the "brain strain" technique. I could not begin to explain to you how to do this, other than saying to strain your brain. When I heard the phrase "brain strain" on the obe4u.com website, I just somehow knew exactly what it was. Anyway, it worked immediately. I felt vibrations race through my body. I was a bit disappointed because I realized that I had just entered sleep paralysis. I was hoping to skip it. Instead of trying to move a part of my physical body to wake up, I began trying to move my dream body (the phantom limb technique). I have to stop here and point out that I do not think that there is such a thing as an actual dream "body" per say. It is just a metaphor. More on that later. At any rate, we can still put these metaphors to use as tools, and that is just what I did. I made an effort to move my dream arm. It took a while, but I eventually got it to move. As soon as I got it to move, I jumped up out of my body. It was a very groggy and sluggish OBE, but I was no doubt floating around my room. I tried to gain control over the experience, but it remained very foggy. My memory fades as to what happened next.
A few dreams and a few hours later, I woke up again. I immediately remembered to try the techniques. Again "brain strain" worked like a champ. The vibrations came quick. I focused on encouraging the vibrations to increase. I began to hear noises that are typical of my experiences of sleep paralysis. Instead of letting the noises frighten me, I focused on them. This seemed to deepen the state. This exit seemed much more clean or tangible somehow. I was floating around my bedroom (the non-physical version of it anyway). Like the first experience, everything was very groggy and sluggish. I tried to fly up through the ceiling, but kept getting hung up in it. At one point, I looked down at my bed to see if I could see my physical body. The bed was empty except for my cat who was looking up at me with a curious expression. I later realized of course that the cat was outside.
I am coming to realize the my expectations, fears, and beliefs play a major role in these experiences. Such things run deeper than the intellect and are not easy to recognize. It turns out that these things must be worked out through direct experience.
I had gotten out of bed around 4 am to let the cat out. I returned to bed and quickly fell back asleep. I found myself in a seemingly endless loop of false awakenings. Frankly it is all a little messy and foggy. However, at some point I woke up and rolled onto my side. I instantly remembered to try the OBE techniques. The first one that I tried was the "brain strain" technique. I could not begin to explain to you how to do this, other than saying to strain your brain. When I heard the phrase "brain strain" on the obe4u.com website, I just somehow knew exactly what it was. Anyway, it worked immediately. I felt vibrations race through my body. I was a bit disappointed because I realized that I had just entered sleep paralysis. I was hoping to skip it. Instead of trying to move a part of my physical body to wake up, I began trying to move my dream body (the phantom limb technique). I have to stop here and point out that I do not think that there is such a thing as an actual dream "body" per say. It is just a metaphor. More on that later. At any rate, we can still put these metaphors to use as tools, and that is just what I did. I made an effort to move my dream arm. It took a while, but I eventually got it to move. As soon as I got it to move, I jumped up out of my body. It was a very groggy and sluggish OBE, but I was no doubt floating around my room. I tried to gain control over the experience, but it remained very foggy. My memory fades as to what happened next.
A few dreams and a few hours later, I woke up again. I immediately remembered to try the techniques. Again "brain strain" worked like a champ. The vibrations came quick. I focused on encouraging the vibrations to increase. I began to hear noises that are typical of my experiences of sleep paralysis. Instead of letting the noises frighten me, I focused on them. This seemed to deepen the state. This exit seemed much more clean or tangible somehow. I was floating around my bedroom (the non-physical version of it anyway). Like the first experience, everything was very groggy and sluggish. I tried to fly up through the ceiling, but kept getting hung up in it. At one point, I looked down at my bed to see if I could see my physical body. The bed was empty except for my cat who was looking up at me with a curious expression. I later realized of course that the cat was outside.
I am coming to realize the my expectations, fears, and beliefs play a major role in these experiences. Such things run deeper than the intellect and are not easy to recognize. It turns out that these things must be worked out through direct experience.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Welcome to My Dream: The Dream Train Experience.
Consciousness Exploration Journal
I was walking in the hallway of the a hotel. A beautiful girl that was scantily clad in lingerie greeted me and told me to come on down to room 1743. Still trying to figure out what was going on, I started walking with her. As I did, other beautiful women started coming out of the rooms and inviting me in as we passed. They were dressed in the same manner. I realized that the hotel was some sort of brothel. As we arrived at the door to the room, I started thinking... “wait a minute... what the hell am I doing in a brothel?” Then it hit me that I was dreaming. It has been a while since I have had a lucid dream, so it took me by surprise. I literally threw my hands out to the side like I was playing the freeze game. I told the girl, “hang on a minute, I just realized that I’m dreaming.” I did not have a specific intent planned as I normally tend to do and I did not want to lose focus.
So, I gathered my composure and engaged the girl. We walked into the room. My intent at this point was not to be with the girl, but just to see why she was leading me to the room. When we got into the room, Alice (from the Brady bunch) was laying on one of the beds taking a nap. The woman that had led me to the room now looked more like a troubled 18 year old girl. The girl jumped on Alice and gave her a big hug. Alice grumbled a little, but said something like, “hi sweetie”. The girl told Alice to wake up because somebody was here (me). I was feeling very much like an extrovert and was in a fun-loving mood... I started saying, “Alice wake up, I’m dreaming.” The girl supported this, “yea Alice you have to wake up, he's dreaming.” Finally she woke up. I did not waste any time, “So tell me something you two. How does it feel to be in my dream?” (I recently watched Waking Life for the 3rd time). I went on to tell them how I was dreaming. I got a pretty good response compared to past experiences. They seemed very interested in the matter.
There is a little blank spot after that, but it seems that we were all sort of just hanging out on the bed and talking; like a family on vacation. The girl had some cuts on her back that spelled something. I can’t recall what the word was, but it was something like “hate” or a similar word. Alice noticed that I had seen it. “she did that to herself”, Alice told me. The girl explained that she did not remember doing it. I thought about it for a minute and realized that the girl could not have reached that high up on her back. I mentioned it briefly, but then decided to let it go.
I realized suddenly that I had almost forgotten that I was dreaming. I did not want to lose lucidity so I jumped up and reminded Alice and the girl that I was still dreaming. They jumped up like they suddenly remembered as well. I was happy that they were actually acknowledging this. With arms held wide, I exclaimed, “Welcome to my dream!” and gave the girl a hug. I turned to Alice, “Welcome to my dream Alice!” and then gave her a big hug as well. I started dancing around being silly and singing, “welcome .... to my ... dreeeeaam.” Alice and the girl joined in. As we all really got into singing this and dancing around the room, the dream seemed to shift. Suddenly Alice was a very pretty middle aged black woman. The girl was now a 20 something black girl. They both seemed more real somehow. I was singing and dancing around just sort of having fun with it all, “Wow, Alice.... now your a pretty black lady. Oh you too. That’s okay, because this is a dream!” We all laughed and continued to dance around having a great time together. Suddenly, I looked around the room and realized that their were about 8 other people in the room dancing and singing with us. Still dancing and having fun I laughed, “And now, suddenly I’m the only white dude in here!” I got a chuckle from the group. Then I noticed my friend from College in the back. “Oh wait... now Shane is here”. I danced my way over to him and we hit knuckles over the top of people. All the while everybody is still singing the song (which was being sung in a very pleasant way... as an actual song you might hear on the radio) “Welcome.... to my... dreeeeaam.”
After a while, somebody shouted out, “Dream train!” and we formed a dancing train. What a great idea I thought, “Yea, let’s go get everybody!” We headed out the door, still singing and laughing. We headed through the lobby. As we made our way through, I started recruiting people. “Sir!” I yelled to the man on the couch, “I would like to personally welcome you to my dream. Join us!” He tilted his head down and looked at me over his glasses as if to say, “Yea right”. I jumped off the dream train and stood in the middle of the lobby and jumped up in the air and began to float. “You see, this is a dream! Come join the dream train!” Most people in the lobby seemed unimpressed, but a few joined in.
It was all a great deal of fun. Though I was acting like Jim Carey might in one of his crazy movies, I still had it in my head to be respectful to the various people that did not want to join the dream train. In the parking lot, there was a heavy metal band playing none other than, “Welcome to my dream.” Again I started to float around and convince the ones outside to join in. Most just ignored me, but a few joined in. We made our way out to the parking lot... still singing and carrying on. One of the members of the heavy metal band ran up to hand me a microphone to say something. He looked like he was straight out of a Mad Max movie. He was covered in tattoos and was dressed like he had just come from a future apocalypse. He went to hand me the microphone, but had knife blades sticking out of his hand (like Wolverine the comic book character). He was holding a butter knife and a can opener. I laughed and said, “You are going to have to tell me which of those is the microphone.” He handed me the butter knife. I turned around to say something to the fun-loving dream train, but when I did... the train had dispersed. There were a few still mingling about and the song was now playing quietly over a cheap intercom. The party was over. I started to try to do something a little more productive, but slowly began waking up.
I was walking in the hallway of the a hotel. A beautiful girl that was scantily clad in lingerie greeted me and told me to come on down to room 1743. Still trying to figure out what was going on, I started walking with her. As I did, other beautiful women started coming out of the rooms and inviting me in as we passed. They were dressed in the same manner. I realized that the hotel was some sort of brothel. As we arrived at the door to the room, I started thinking... “wait a minute... what the hell am I doing in a brothel?” Then it hit me that I was dreaming. It has been a while since I have had a lucid dream, so it took me by surprise. I literally threw my hands out to the side like I was playing the freeze game. I told the girl, “hang on a minute, I just realized that I’m dreaming.” I did not have a specific intent planned as I normally tend to do and I did not want to lose focus.
So, I gathered my composure and engaged the girl. We walked into the room. My intent at this point was not to be with the girl, but just to see why she was leading me to the room. When we got into the room, Alice (from the Brady bunch) was laying on one of the beds taking a nap. The woman that had led me to the room now looked more like a troubled 18 year old girl. The girl jumped on Alice and gave her a big hug. Alice grumbled a little, but said something like, “hi sweetie”. The girl told Alice to wake up because somebody was here (me). I was feeling very much like an extrovert and was in a fun-loving mood... I started saying, “Alice wake up, I’m dreaming.” The girl supported this, “yea Alice you have to wake up, he's dreaming.” Finally she woke up. I did not waste any time, “So tell me something you two. How does it feel to be in my dream?” (I recently watched Waking Life for the 3rd time). I went on to tell them how I was dreaming. I got a pretty good response compared to past experiences. They seemed very interested in the matter.
There is a little blank spot after that, but it seems that we were all sort of just hanging out on the bed and talking; like a family on vacation. The girl had some cuts on her back that spelled something. I can’t recall what the word was, but it was something like “hate” or a similar word. Alice noticed that I had seen it. “she did that to herself”, Alice told me. The girl explained that she did not remember doing it. I thought about it for a minute and realized that the girl could not have reached that high up on her back. I mentioned it briefly, but then decided to let it go.
I realized suddenly that I had almost forgotten that I was dreaming. I did not want to lose lucidity so I jumped up and reminded Alice and the girl that I was still dreaming. They jumped up like they suddenly remembered as well. I was happy that they were actually acknowledging this. With arms held wide, I exclaimed, “Welcome to my dream!” and gave the girl a hug. I turned to Alice, “Welcome to my dream Alice!” and then gave her a big hug as well. I started dancing around being silly and singing, “welcome .... to my ... dreeeeaam.” Alice and the girl joined in. As we all really got into singing this and dancing around the room, the dream seemed to shift. Suddenly Alice was a very pretty middle aged black woman. The girl was now a 20 something black girl. They both seemed more real somehow. I was singing and dancing around just sort of having fun with it all, “Wow, Alice.... now your a pretty black lady. Oh you too. That’s okay, because this is a dream!” We all laughed and continued to dance around having a great time together. Suddenly, I looked around the room and realized that their were about 8 other people in the room dancing and singing with us. Still dancing and having fun I laughed, “And now, suddenly I’m the only white dude in here!” I got a chuckle from the group. Then I noticed my friend from College in the back. “Oh wait... now Shane is here”. I danced my way over to him and we hit knuckles over the top of people. All the while everybody is still singing the song (which was being sung in a very pleasant way... as an actual song you might hear on the radio) “Welcome.... to my... dreeeeaam.”
It was all a great deal of fun. Though I was acting like Jim Carey might in one of his crazy movies, I still had it in my head to be respectful to the various people that did not want to join the dream train. In the parking lot, there was a heavy metal band playing none other than, “Welcome to my dream.” Again I started to float around and convince the ones outside to join in. Most just ignored me, but a few joined in. We made our way out to the parking lot... still singing and carrying on. One of the members of the heavy metal band ran up to hand me a microphone to say something. He looked like he was straight out of a Mad Max movie. He was covered in tattoos and was dressed like he had just come from a future apocalypse. He went to hand me the microphone, but had knife blades sticking out of his hand (like Wolverine the comic book character). He was holding a butter knife and a can opener. I laughed and said, “You are going to have to tell me which of those is the microphone.” He handed me the butter knife. I turned around to say something to the fun-loving dream train, but when I did... the train had dispersed. There were a few still mingling about and the song was now playing quietly over a cheap intercom. The party was over. I started to try to do something a little more productive, but slowly began waking up.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
A Busy Night
It started out as a typical dream: I was in a stereotypical downtown area of a large city. There was a kid (around 7 or 8 years old) that lived there. I was somehow connected to this kid. At first, the kid came across as a girl and then eventually as a boy. It was like I was getting the story without fulling seeing or experiencing it.
At one point, when I realized that he and I had some sort of connection, I saw our energy join... like two streams of light coming together. These streams shot up and broke though the ground and into the air. These columns of light stood erect along the various sidewalks and were spaced apart from each other like street lights.
I started seeing the dream from a third person point of view. The “me” in the dream was trying to get away from the kid for some reason (whom I still had not actually seen). It was not a scary situation, but I was clearly trying to hide from him. We were running through what seemed to be train cars. I was in one train and he was in another train (the trains were side by side and moving in the same direction). Sometimes the cars seemed to be underground like a subway, other times not (it was all very unstable and dreamlike). The chase continued. As I watched this unfold, I remember thinking that the “me” in the dream should just stop and see what the kid wanted. At this thought the kid came through the door of the train car that the dream “me” was in. The dream “me” was on the ground now for some reason... hiding... tired... I’m not sure. The train car was dark now. The kid had a sense of power (courage maybe) and he carried it well. He came closer to me and into the light. He was (or looked like) Arnold from the old TV show Different Strokes. He came up to me and gently kicked me a few times with his foot. He raised an eye brown and said something like, “Uh, why are you acting like that... just laying there? You don’t need to do that.” From the third person perspective that I had, I could now see that the dream “me” on the floor looked exactly like Arnold also. The kid and I were somehow the same.
After this part, the kid and I were more like balls of light. We exchanged info for a bit. He was explaining to me what things were like for him to live in this city. He had to live under the streets for some reason. There was some sort of being or person in charge that did not want him to create too much commotion on the streets by zooming around and making lights in the sky. The being that controlled this did not seem to be like a dictator necessarily, but more along the lines of a grumpy parent. If the kid just stayed out of sight, then there were not problems. The kid seemed to be very accepting of this and just made the best of it. After some conversing, the kid and I were like regular pals.
I suddenly remembered the large columns of light that had risen out of the street at the beginning of the dream. I’m frankly not sure exactly when that part happened, but the point was that the kid did not know about it yet. I was worried that it might get him in trouble so I explained it to him. He, in a rush, drug me out to the street (through the ground) and said, “Come on, we have to push all of them back down. Quickly, before he sees them.” We zipped through the sky as small balls of bluish white light pushing the columns of light back into the ground one at a time. There was a strong sense of teamwork and it really felt more like a game. We completed the task in a single breath and landed back on the street. “Shouldn’t we check the other streets?” I asked. He explained that he was only responsible for the streets within a specific bus route and that the other streets would not have been effected. There was a moment of shared enjoyment between us; like kids that had just gotten away with some mess and were now out of breath and laughing at the excitement of it all.
I started thinking about how much fun it was to zip around the sky like that. So I decided to jump up and take off again. Suddenly I had my normal “dream body”. Flying was very slow now. As I floated up past the windows on the buildings, I suddenly realized that I was dreaming. The dream scape began to fade. I stopped and stood at the top ledge of a building. As the dream faded to darkness I could feel strong vibrations. I knew this meant that I was shifting states or was moving back to my body in sleep paralysis. “dang it... what was my intent? I know I had an intent...” I though to myself. I kept holding on trying to remember what my plan was if I became lucid. “Oh yea! I want to see one of my past lives!” I have to laugh at myself here. I suddenly realized that I should be careful what I ask for so directly. So I sort of modified that with, “You know... if it’s okay and is necessary for my growth and all that.”
After this very quick glimpse, I found myself back in sleep paralysis. I went over the dream/event that had just occurred so that I would remember it. The sleep paralysis continued. I kept gritting my teeth (figuratively) and riding it out. At some point I decided that I had waited long enough and that it was time to get the heck out of that state. I wasn’t about to give up and wake my body up, so I decided to go with the classic Bob Monroe out-of-body “roll-out”. I tried several times and was very happy when it finally worked. Once “out” I began floating up. I have had this sensation before when breaking free of sleep paralysis... like somebody was just gently spinning me around above my body in zero gravity. There have been a few times that I immediately found myself zipping though a tunnel, but I’m starting to think that those instances were just freebies to give me a taste. Anyway, I just kept trying to be very passive and let the experience continue naturally.
As all of this was happening, I had a funny thought or received a strange message. It was something along the lines of “beans will lubricate this process”. So, I’m not 100% sure that I got the beans part right, but the message was clearly about something that would make the process of sleep paralysis and “getting out” easier. Anyway, I think I’ll just keep that one in the back of my head for now ;)
After a while the event ended naturally and my body woke up. It was a very interesting night indeed.
I hardly watch T.V., but happened to turn it on the night after this, and Toby Keith was on a Comedy Channel. Synchronicity or chance? Uncertainty prevails.
I always find it interesting that things (such as my intent upon becoming lucid) from waking life are often difficult to recall in a lucid dream... in the same way that trying to remember the details of a dream is difficult in waking life. Real is relative to the experiencer, but not the experience.
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