A Lush Green Valley

 About a week ago I had a short but very familiar astral experience.

I was walking along the left side of my house. As I walked along I realized I was in a dream. I remembered Samael Aun Weor's instructions to give a little jump to determine if you're in a  dream. If you float you'll know you're in the astral.

I decided to not give a little jump. I was quite certain that I was in a dream. I have had astral projection experiences many times and I already knew I was having another one. And just like many other astral projection experiences this one felt very real. Real as in it was difficult to differentiate between my normal vigil state and a lucid state.

I walked along the left side of our house. It's the side of our house that gets very little foot traffic. There's very little there for most of us. Except for me. It's the side of the house through which I often times push my tool cart through towards the front of the house where I work on my cars. Afterwards I push my tool cart back towards our back yard and eventually back into our house.

In this particular experience I was walking along this pathway towards the rear gate that leads to our rear yard. As I walked along I realized that I was dreaming. But it was one of those experiences that's difficult to discern from the vigil state. For a moment I even questioned myself if I was really dreaming or was actually awake (in the vigil state). Due to my prior experiences in the astral I felt certain I was lucid and not in the vigil state.

I continued through the gate and in the other side I met some relatives of mine. They are my young nephews. One of my nephews in particular stood out. I will decline to identify him. I will simply say that he looked depressed. I'm not certain why. I think it is because I was a bit hostile towards him until I realized who he was. This happened because as I crossed that gate I lost a bit of my lucidity and reverted to an ordinary dream state where I was no longer in control of the situation. I attempted to console him once I realized he was my nephew. I'm not certain if I succeeded.

As I lost lucidity the dream continued. I found myself walking along a sidewalk. There were houses and business buildings towards my left. I don't recall exactly what I saw across the street towards my right. At some point I decided to turn around and walk back. As I did, I reached a point where I knew I was reaching the spot where the level ground I was walking on would drop down into a steep hill. At this point I began to gain some lucidity again.

I approached that point and looked down. I saw exactly what I expected to see. There was a lush, beautiful, green valley down below. Down in the valley I could make out a building that looked like, possibly, a temple. It was white and stood out against the lush green of the valley. As I stood there at the edge and admired the lush greenness before my eyes I lost my lucidity and I found myself back in my bed, in my room.

Shopping Carts

 Seems like forever, but it has always been a pet peeve of mine when people simply abandon their shopping carts anywhere in the parking lot. I can't understand why they do not have the courtesy to put the cart in the cart area.

Not too long ago I read this article regarding shopping carts and what it says about people:

https://getpocket.com/explore/item/people-think-what-you-do-with-your-shopping-cart-when-you-re-done-with-it-says-a-lot-about-you

I absolutely agree with the article. People who abandon their shopping carts anywhere in the parking lot are bad people. Period!

Today I went to Nob Hill for a couple of pumpkin pies. They will be for tomorrow's Thanksgiving dinner.

On my way back to my car I thought about the article. As I approached my car I saw a shopping cart that had been half-haphazardly abandoned in  a parking space. It was towards the front of the parking space and a definite obstacle for anyone who would want to park in that space. The person would have had to get out of their car and move the cart somewhere else.

Yeah, that's exactly why people who abandon their carts anywhere in the parking lot are bad people. Others have to do their work.

Anyway, I continued to my car, loaded my groceries into my car and then I walked my cart to the shopping cart area. I returned to my car and got in.

Just in front of me, slightly towards my left, a man in a red car had loaded groceries into his car and simply abandoned his cart in the parking space next to it. The man got into his car, turned it on, and was beginning to back out of the parking space. As I sat there in my car and watched the scene, the cart rolled down the parking space and mysteriously stopped just behind his car. His car had one of those sensing features that notifies the driver when something is behind the vehicle so he stopped before hitting the shopping cart.

At this time another man had just left the store and was walking back to his car. I watched to see if he would move the shopping cart out of the way. He didn't. He continued to his car.

Immediately afterwards a young lady also walked out of the store and was on her way to her vehicle with her groceries in arms. The man in the red car still couldn't back out of his parking space because the shopping cart was just behind his car.

I saw the woman, being a Good Samaritan, proceed to move the cart out of his way. I rolled down my left side window and said to her,"Let them move their own cart, they left it there."

She just shook her head as if saying "You're unbelievable, how dare you?"

She proceeded to move the cart for the buffoon who abandoned it in the parking space next to his.

The Good Samaritan continued on to her car and the asshole man backed out of his parking space and began to drive away.

I began to pull out of my parking space and drive away, but first I rolled down my right side window and said to the Good Samaritan, "I really wanted to see them get out and move their own cart."

She replied with "Have a good evening." Meaning, she was finished conversing with me.

I rolled my window up and drove away.

As I drove away the thought that came to me was  "Ma'am, you meant to be a Good Samaritan, instead you were his sucker!"

The moral of the story is: "Yes! People who abandon their shopping carts anywhere in the parking lot other than the cart area are ASSHOLES!"

A Minor Bump in the Rump

 A couple of weeks ago on my way home I got on the freeway on ramp. I was heading north on I880. It was a crowded and the metering lights were on.

I got distracted and accidentally rear-ended the car in front of mine. Mine has steel bumpers and the other had the usual plastic bumpers so even though it was just a minor bump in the rump I cracked the other guy's rear bumper.

We both stopped on the spot. I yelled to him to pull over to the side of the road so that we wouldn't continue to block traffic. He pulled over and I pulled over right behind him.

We both got out of the car. He was fuming. Immediately he began to demand to see my insurance.

"You better have full coverage!" He demanded.

I remained calm and collected. I have my insurance paperwork on my phone.

"Give me your number and I'll text it to you." I said.

"I wanna see your insurance!" He demanded.

"Give me your number and I'll text it to you." I repeated.

"You ain't got no insurance!" He retorted.

I realized he was being belligerent and not listening to reason so I finally told him I was going to call the police and have them deal with the situation. I began to walk back to my vehicle so I could call the police.

He got back into his car and fled the scene. The last words I heard him yell back at me were "I'll just tell them you didn't give me the information!" And he sped away.

A Drab Eary Astral Trip

Last night I had another lucid dream. It began as a normal dream, meaning my consciousness was asleep as I dreamed.

I was at work in the factory. I leaned over a rail and my hat came off my head and fell down to the level below the level I was on.

I walked downstairs to get my hat. I didn't have immediate access to the area where my hat had fallen so I called out to other workers in the area but no one answered my call. I walked around for a while until I found someone who works in the area where my hat fell. That person told me I would have to walk around and ask someone else on the other side. I proceeded to walk around the entire rectangular area until I realized I had walked too far. I turned back and began to retrace my steps. At some point I thought the place looked like a prison. It was at this point that I became aware I was dreaming. I stood there and became fully conscious. Once I realized I was in the astral I decided to go outside.

I found myself standing on a high ledge. I knew I was in the astral and I knew that in the astral we can float. I have done this many times in the past. So even though I was in a high ledge I jumped off knowing that my landing would be soft. And indeed it was. I came down to the ground below softly. For no particular reason I decided to jump again, knowing I would float a little and come down gently. I did so and confirmed to myself that I was in the astral. I'm not certain why I did it since I already knew I was in the astral.

As I walked outside I looked to the left and I could make out several multi-story buildings in the distance. They looked kind of drab. In fact the entire scene looked very drab. It was dark and it looked as if I was in a very large lot that was in the very early stages of construction. Like those empty lots where the ground is being leveled off (graded) to accommodate the coming foundation. There were several piles of well stacked bricks and flat stones nearby. I decided to climb over the stacked bricks and stones but realized that they were not very stable and could topple over quite easily so I came back down off the stacks of bricks and stones.

At this point I began to lose lucidity. I woke up and found myself back in my bed in my room.

Magical World

 Continuing from my previous post.

After realizing I was astral projecting I decided to leave my house and explore the astral. I left my room and stepped into the hallway and turned right. I walked through the kitchen and into the living room. I continued through the living room and out the front door.

I stepped out onto our front porch. Up to this point I was aware that I was inside my house. It looked pretty much as it does right now. But outside the door everything was different. It really did look like a magical world. The porch didn't look like our porch. It looked like a large porch in front of a southern colonial house. One of those porches that extends the full length of the front of the house.

I stood there at the porch and and observed the scene directly in front of me. It looked like spring time. The grass was lush and green. The plants and trees were lush and green and some were in full bloom. Instead of the concrete sidewalk and the asphalt street in front of my house I saw a very beautiful and lively garden. I saw people out there too. As is the case in the majority of my astral travels, I saw lots of people. The astral world is not empty, it is full of people. In some cases I also see strange creatures. Strange animals. Last night I also saw some strange creatures that looked like horses. Several yards away, slightly to my right is where I saw the four creatures. They looked like horses made of sticks. They looked very much like the two creatures seen in the short movie "FTL" at 9:50 and 12:37. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8LD0iUYv80

But instead of looking like fish as those two creatures did, they looked like horses. They were skipping, hopping, and prancing much like horses do.

I looked further straight ahead and I could see a very large hill directly ahead. It was a beautiful scene. It was lush and green. Full of grasses, shrubs, plants, and trees. I stepped off the porch and down the steps. I walked slightly to the right and continued past the four horse creatures. Straight ahead I came across a road that led up into the hill. I turned left on the road and continued up the hill. The road had no sidewalk for pedestrians. It was just a road for vehicles. I found myself walking up the road with a group of about five other people. They were all men. I do not know who they were nor why they were walking up the road along with me. I just know that they were there. If a vehicle came up the road we had to get off the road onto the bank on the side of the road.

At one point I crossed from the right side of the road to the left side of the road where I saw a very large tree. It was massive. It had very large main branches low and close to the ground. From the side of the road I was able to climb it with ease. It was a kind of tree on which a tree house could be built on easily. It had very large sturdy branches, almost the width of the trunk itself. I remember thinking to myself how it made a great climbing tree for children.

After a while I decided not to continue up the road. I walked back down the side of the mountain, off the road, back towards the house. As I came near the house I looked straight ahead past the house and I could see another large hill behind it. This hill was almost completely covered with houses. I could see rows of houses. Up above I could see that the sky was blue. It was a beautiful sunny day with just a few puffy white clouds in the sky.

As I stood there and admired the scene I saw a very opaque black cloud begin to form. It was not dark gray, it was black. Very black and opaque except for the edges which had a gradation from opaque to transparent. The bulk of the cloud however was opaque black. As I observed that black cloud form and move across the sky I saw the rest of the clouds also begin to turn black then the rest of the sky became very dark.

This is where I lost my lucidity. The entire scene simply faded away and I felt myself awakening back in my bed in my bedroom.

Get Out of My Room!

 This and the next post are a follow up to my earlier post of August 10, 2022 "I'm A Bit Disappointed."

Last night I had a dream. I found myself in my old bedroom in the same house I live in now. The house I have lived in, on and off, since around 1978.

I was in my room and I looked around. My bed was against the wall, next to the window, just as it was so many, many years ago. I saw the two closets. I saw the door that led to the hall outside my room and I saw the second door that led to the next room. I'm not sure why the house was designed like this but two bedrooms have a door that connects both rooms. Since we have used both rooms as bedrooms that door had always been closed. It was never opened, we treated it as if it wasn't there.

As I stood there I looked around my bedroom. I could see what appeared to be boxes and other stuff laying around. It looked as if someone was moving in and hadn't unpacked everything or as if someone was moving out and hadn't finished packing everything.

I really wasn't sure if these were my belongings or not. I began to sift through some of the things on the floor and in the boxes. Suddenly I became aware of people in my room. People who shouldn't be there. 

"Get out of my room!" I yelled at them. I even shoved some of them out the door. I kept yelling at them to get out of my room. I managed to get the people out but no sooner had they left than more people seemed to appear in my room. I thought some of them were coming in through that second door that connected both bedrooms. I walked out of my bedroom, walked through the hallway and into the next bedroom. I went to the bed that was typically up against that wall, preventing the door from being opened. I pushed the bed against the wall and then walked back to my bedroom. When I arrived I saw that there were more people in my bedroom again. "Get out of my room!" I yelled at them. "Get out!"

I wanted to organize my room. I wanted to organize all the stuff that appeared to be partially packed or unpacked and I didn't want anyone in my room. At one point I became aware that there were people outside my room, out in the hallway. In fact there were many people in the house, not just in my room. I really didn't recognize any of these people.

It was at this point that I began to realize that I was in a dream. Yes, this is just a dream I thought to myself and then I became fully conscious. I realized I was astral projecting again. When I became fully conscious of the fact that I was in the astral I decided to leave the house. I wanted to explore the astral world.

My next post describes my astral experiences from last night.

I Want to be Latino Again

 About four years ago I had a dream in which I found myself conversing with another man.

He had the features of a light skinned Persian man. In the dream he asked me if I would like to be Persian in my next life (incarnation).

I politely declined. "I want to be Latino again," I said to him.

"Very well," he replied, and our conversation ended.

And just to put it on the record, YES! I would choose to be Latino again in my next life.

My Best Writing Is When I'm Inebriated

 It is true. I do my best writing when I'm inebriated. That's just the way it is.

If you go back through my posts and find posts where my writing is very eloquent, if you find posts where my prose is awesome, you will most likely have found a post I wrote when I was inebriated.

I'm not the only great drunk writer, history has a stream of legendary and inebriated writers.

There's something in the inebriated experience that opens us up to a flow of our thoughts. At least in my case, my thoughts just flow. They flow and I type as the thoughts come to mind.

Many years ago when I was in Chabot College I took a course in English. Actually an advanced English course. It wasn't meant for those just learning English. It was meant for those who already had a good command of the English language. You could say it was an English literature course.

One of my text books was titled "Thinking in Writing." The text book's emphasis was on putting our thoughts into writing. Literally, to write as we think. And that is what I do when I write my best posts. I'm sincerely putting my beliefs, my thoughts, my emotions, my feelings into what I write.

I know that these are great posts because when I return to them, sometimes years later, and re-read them, I get caught up in the flow. I re-read them and experience the same thoughts, emotions, and feelings I did when I wrote the post.

Strangely, these posts are always written during those times when I'm inebriated.

Many times I have tried to write a great post while clean and sober, and the prose just isn't there. The flow of thoughts and emotions just isn't there.

When I'm clean and sober I'm more analytical. I'm more robotic. While clean and sober I can be a good technical writer, a good instructional writer, etc. But for my emotions and feelings to really go into my writing I have to be inebriated. This is when my emotions and feelings really come out.

My best writing is when I'm inebriated.

 

Source: https://www.spreaker.com/show/the-inebriated-podcast_1

I'm A Bit Disappointed

 I'm disappointed because it has been a very long time since I have had an astral experience.

Granted, maybe I have not been trying hard enough. But I have been trying.

I guess I have to up the ante. Maybe I haven't been practicing enough or my practices have been below par. Either case, I have to improve the frequency and quality of my practices.

Maybe it's time for me to make contact with the brothers and sisters of the order again. It has been a while since I have physically communicated with them.

Whatever the case, I'll update this blog again later.

I Live for This

 One of my favorite ways to indulge is to go to my local Nob Hill grocery store and pick up a tray of tuna and salmon nigiri. Immediately from there I head over to a local Mexican restaurant that specializes in mariscos (sea food dishes.) They make some delicious cocteles and ceviches as well as aguachiles. From there I immediately head to my local liquor store where I pick up the necessaries for making micheladas.

So today that is what I did. I went to my local Nob Hill and picked up a tray of tuna and salmon nigiri.

Then I went to the local Mexican restaurant and picked up a coctel de camaron y pulpo.

And finally, on my way back home I stopped at a local liquor store and picked up the necessaries for a delicious michelada.

I Need to Leave

 Many years ago I owned a condominium in Adams Point in Oakland. I remember sitting at my desk. Surfing the net. And the thought came to mind. I need to leave.

I need to leave.

I should have left.

I should have left Oakland at that moment and gone far away.

Somewhere else. Somewhere else very different from Oakland.

I ignored the feeling. I stayed where I was. And to this day I'm still in Oakland.

Now, many years later I realize that I should have listened to my inner feelings. I should have left. I'm wondering where I would be now if I had left when I got that urge so many years ago.

Now, many years later, I'm feeling that urge again. Maybe I should leave. Despite the fact that I feel established here, I should leave.

I get the feeling that we will not grow spiritually if we do not leave our birthplace. To remain is to become stagnant. To become a laggard.

To me, to remain in the place of birth is to strengthen it. Maybe it does strengthen it. It also strengthens our stagnation. So we really do need to leave our birthplace. We need to grow.

After we have grown we can return to our place of birth and we will see it in a different light.

I'm feeling that urge again. I need to leave.

This time I will heed my feeling. I will leave.

I Guess They Didn't Know

 Yeah, I guess those two MetroPCS store employees (or owners) and that one mom and pop shop employee (or owner) didn't know that many, many years ago I worked in the cellular phone industry. Way back then it was only Cellular One and GTE.

I worked for the largest reseller in California and fifth largest reseller in the nation. I have the inside scoop into the cell phone industry. I worked in credit and activations and then moved on to sales support. I know how the industry works.

Those MetroPCS stores and the mom and pop shop must have thought that a baffoon walked into their store. They must have thought they'd get over on me easily. I guess they thought I'd pay for their kids' college tuition.

Ehem. I don't think so.

I guess they didn't know.

Fuck the Middle Man

 Last weekend I dropped my phone and the screen cracked.

No big deal, it's happened before. I have either gone back to Metro and picked up another one at a discount or I had the screen replaced. In fact I had the screen replace once already on the very same phone I dropped over the weekend.

This time I decided to go to a Metro store to pick up an upgrade. I picked out a phone that would have been $99 plus the activation fee. The counter person said it would be $165.

WTF!

I asked why he was charging $65 for an activation fee. "It's what they're charging," he replied.

"No, I'm good," I replied and walked right out the store.

I couldn't believe he was charging me $65 to activate a new phone. I decided to go to another Metro store nearby. I picked out the same phone and asked how much it would be. The kid at the counter said $205. WTF! The price just went up $40? Again I said, "No I'm good," and walked right  out. I know from the past that they charge only about $25 for the activation fee.

At the end of the day, MetroPCS stores are simply retail stores that sell T-Mobile phones and services. They're just the middle man to me.

Next, I decided to go to another small cell phone store nearby. It resells a different provider's service. The store is also just the middle man for another cell phone service provider. I walked into the store and informed the guy that I wanted to get a cell phone. I showed him my broken phone.

"The cheapest we have right now, phone and service included is $250," he said.

WTF!

Is he stupid! I guess he didn't know that just the night before I had already purchased a new phone and monthly service (phone number and activation included) for the grand total of $81 !!! I really did. Because I wanted a second phone.

"I can get this screen fixed for $80," I said to him, and walked out the store.

I immediately went to the shop that had replaced the broken screen on my phone two years ago. I showed the man my broken screen and said that I needed it fixed again. "It will be $70," he said.

Wow, $10 dollars less than two years ago. Sweeeeet!

So now, at the end of the day, I will have the broken screen fixed for $70. I also have a second phone, number, and service for $81. The grand sum for two perfectly functioning phones, numbers, and service is $151. That is less than the $165 the first MetroPCS store quoted me, and less than the $205 the second MetroPCS store quoted me, and less than the $250 the third, mom and pop shop quoted me.

Fuck the Middle Man!!!

Play at Your Own Risk (Remix)

Cheap Thrills

Fuck'n Tweakers II

 This is the follow-up to my previous post.

I had been wondering what those machines that were confiscated were. I started to suspect that they were electronic gambling machines so I did a search for such machines. It turns out that the machines that were confiscated from next door looked a hell of a lot like electronic slot machines. Small ones about the size of cash registers, medium ones about the size of jukeboxes, and tall ones that looked like, well, tall electronic slot machines.

Damn! Those people had an illegal casino going on next door. The gambling and the drugs explains the constant in-and-out traffic all day, specially at night. I wonder what they had in mind next. Prostitution? That garbage is down the street.

Imagine that; drugs, gambling, and prostitution in the neighborhood.

On the News Tonight

Oakland Police Department executed a search warrant at a home in east Oakland. Five suspects were detained. Two were released and at least one was arrested.

The police confiscated six machines that appeared to be juke-boxes, video games, electronic gambling machines, cash registers, or ATMs. It was difficult to discern what the machines were. It certainly appears that the police knew about these machines because they brought along a box truck to carry away said machines.

Using a loud speaker the police notified the occupants of the house on the corner to come out with their hands in the air. The occupants began to come out one at a time. They were hand-cuffed and sat on the curb.

One woman remained in the house far longer than the others. The police repeatedly called her by name, told her they knew she was inside and ordered her to come out. After some time she came out, got hand-cuffed and joined the rest of the group.

It was at this point that the police went inside the home and began to carry out the machines. Loud hammering sounds could be heard coming from the house. It appears as if the machines had been secured to the interior of the house and the police had to loosen them.

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Niece: That last woman was in there for hecka long.

Me: She was probably flushing the drugs down the toilet.

Sister: That's what they do.

= = = = =

Note: This post ties in with the post of September 15, 2021, "Fuk'n Tweakers."

The Shadow People

 I've been a fan of Ancient Aliens for many years. I enjoy watching it religiously every Friday after work.

In a previous post I described an experience that I had while on a UFO adventure. See post "UFO Hunting," posted February 2, 2022

Well as it turns out, I was sitting down watching Ancient Aliens several Fridays ago, and an episode that I had not seen before was on TV. It was "Ancient Aliens: The Shadow People." It's an episode about the dark entities known as shadow people.

I was fascinated by the episode. I have had experiences with shadow people in the past. I'm not too fond of them. I can't say that they caused me any harm. But I do believe that they are attracted to negative environments. The more negativity the more likely that they will be there.

In this episode William Henry discusses an incident in which he was sitting down watching TV and a shadow being crossed his field of vision and appeared to simply vanish. His story intrigued me because I have had similar experiences. In at least two occasions I caught site of a shadow entity. The first time I caught site of the silhouette of a person walking from somewhere from my right side, somewhere behind me. As it walked past me I could make out the shadow of what appeared to be a man. It vanished as it moved out of my peripheral vision into my sight straight ahead of me.

In the second incident I was sitting in bed watching TV. As I sat there on the bed I saw a shadow figure walk into my field of vision from my right. It moved across the room in front of me, between my bed and the television. As it went left it vanished from sight.

I have also had several other experiences in which I have caught sight of a shadow figure. So I know that these entities do exist.

On Being Ridiculed II

 At the very end of the interview they both asked "And why should you get the job?"

I answered "Because I have the experience. I have the skills. I can do the job."

Next time I will just get up and as I walk away I will say to them "I will go back to my old job and earn twice what both of you are earning." Maybe they will feel better with this answer.

On Being Ridiculed

 This article hits so close to home.

https://www.newsweek.com/im-just-going-leave-stem-employee-applauded-ending-job-interview-1686617

Like that individual, I also felt offended. I felt disrespected. I felt as if the interviewers were ridiculing me because I applied for a job and they were in the position to interview me. They were in the position to interview me for a position that I was clearly qualified to hold. But they were a cock sucker's minions and the minions did the cock sucker's bidding.

They sniffed his ass and attempted to ridicule me.

It didn't go all as planned. I smelled garbage in the air. The scent of garbage was coming from the two interviewers. Monkey boy and monkey girl had a field day with me. Or so they thought. Little did they know that I smelled their garbage the moment I set foot into the interview room.

Now, I will not tell the world that the company was FedEx and I will not tell the world that the biotch who set up the interview is J.M.

And I will not tell the world that the position I applied for was a managerial position.

Well you see. Way back then, way back when I was still in my teens I earned my CHSPE certificate. Later I earned my GED. And immediately afterwards I earned my actual high school diploma.

Afterwards I earned my Associate's degree. I graduated with honors.

Afterwards I earned my Bachelor's degree. Okay, okay. I was just average  here.

Then I completed a five year apprenticeship program and now I'm a journeyman tradesman.

I command a salary in excess of $??? and hour. Easily!

I was ridiculed by the two interviewers at FedEx. The questions they posed at me were questions they should have posed at someone with experience and education far less than themselves. And they were posing those questions at me.

They sincerely had the audacity to question me about my qualifications. Evidently they didn't know that I had qualifications to be their boss. Yes I said that right! I could be their boss. But as circumstances had, they interviewed me. And the only reason they interviewed me is because they evidently did enough cock sucking in their back ground to hold that position.

Now, why was I being interviewed? Because I was going through a career change. In my established career they would never interview me.

Fuck you FedEx.

I will return to my former job and I will earn twice what those two interviewers earn. And when I do, I will send to J.M. an F-U letter.

Dreaming Awake II

 Dreaming awake does not mean day dreaming. It does not mean living in a fantasy world. Dreaming awake means having your consciousness awake during the dream state, while you're dreaming. AKA astral projecting.

A few years ago I read a book written by Florinda Donner, it was either "Shabono" or "The Witche's Dream" in which she writes about her acquaintance with a sorceress from South America. The said sorceress is quoted as saying "...even when I'm asleep, I'm awake."

For those who astral project, you already know what this means.

For those who do not. It means that even when one (the physical body) is asleep, the consciousness is still awake.

And because it is still awake it perceives the internal worlds in much the same way as the physical body perceives the physical world.

Without a bunch of mumbo jumbo, if your consciousness is awake while your physical body is asleep, you're dreaming awake.

This is what it means to be "Dreaming Awake," or to "Dream Awake."

Dreaming Awake

 Last night I had several dreams. Or one very long dream. In one of those dream episodes I found myself in a multi-story building. It was still under construction.

As anyone who has had dreams will confirm, we often dream about our day to day affairs. We dream about things from our past. We dream about anything that has left a lasting impression on our psyche.

Well, last night's dream was no different.

I have worked in the construction industry for many years. I started as an unskilled laborer doing job site clean up and rose up to become a highly skilled tradesman. I started performing work that paid just a little above minimum wage and moved up to skilled work that paid top dollar.

For this reason it's not surprising that in many of my dreams I find myself in construction sites. I lived that life for many years.

So in this particular dream I found myself in a building that was still under construction. I remember walking through the halls. I remember seeing the unfinished walls. I remember seeing the structural steel still exposed.

In this particular dream I was to be trained. I was supposed to attend a class session where I was going to learn to weld.

During my apprenticeship I took welding classes but not enough classes to make me a certified welder. In my dream I was supposed to attend a welding class that was going to be held on the eighth floor of the building. It was early in the morning so I had plenty of time to arrive to class. I got into the elevator and began to ascend . I found out that the elevator was not fully functional and would skip some floors.

I rode the elevator and lost track of the floors. I ended on the tenth floor. I knew it would take a long time for the elevator to return to the ground level and begin its ascension back up again so I decided to take the stairs down to the eighth floor.

I walked throughout the floor looking for the stair well. As I walked around I saw the iron workers engaged in their trade. I walked around looking for the stairs but I couldn't find them. The clock was ticking. I realized that it was ten o'clock. I didn't worry too much because I still had an hour to go. The class was to start at eleven o'clock.

As I walked along a hallway I became aware that I was in a dream. The hallway was carpeted but the walls and ceiling were still unfinished. As I walked along the hallway I suddenly became aware that I was in the astral. I remembered about giving a little jump to see if I floated, to confirm that I was in the astral if I floated, but I decided to not do it. I have had many astral travel experiences in my life. I know when my consciousness awakens. I know what astral projection experiences (lucid dreams) are like. I decided to not do any of the things I normally do when I become aware I'm in the astral, such as giving a little jump, such as exploring the astral. In this instance I decided to simply go along with the dream and continue searching for the stairwell.

I didn't find it.

Eventually I realized it was already eleven and I did not find the location of the class. 

Shortly afterwards I woke up, I had returned to the physical world, I was laying in my bed.

UFO Adventures

 These posts are a continuation of my "UFO Hunting" posts. As I wrote in my previous post, I'm not actually hunting UFOs, I'm just looking for them. So "UFO Hunting" is now "UFO Adventures."

Well, to get to the main issue at hand this post is about another aerial phenomena I and another coworker  experienced one night as we left the job site.

It was about three years ago. Our crew was working the night shift. Our shift ended and as we walked out of the job site a couple of guys were walking several feet ahead of me and another coworker. We weren't engaged in any specific conversation.

I was just glad the shift was over and we were going home. It was dark so as we walked to our parked cars several yards away I kept my eyes open for obstacles and whatever else was out in front of me. In a nut shell, I was alert of my surroundings, specially the surroundings ahead of me.

Evidently I was not the only one alert of his surroundings. The coworker I was walking with was also alert. As we walked I caught sight of something shooting across the night sky. I saw it fly from the left to the right.

"Did you see that?" I asked the guy I was walking with.

"Yeah, I saw it," he replied.

"Did you guys see it?" I asked the two guys ahead of me.

"Naw, we didn't see anything," they replied.

I made some light fun of them for not being aware of their surroundings.

"Well, we don't walk around looking up at the sky," retorted one of them.

I turned my attention to the coworker I was walking with. "It could have been a UFO," I said to him.

He neither agreed nor disagreed.

Truth be said, it could have been a meteor. I have seen objects shoot across the sky ever since I was just a child. How many of them have been meteors and how many of them have been extraterrestrial ships is an answer I will most likely not get in this life time.

UFO Hunting III

     I've decided to change the name of this particular series of posts to "UFO Adventures." I don't think that UFO Hunting is appropriate since I'm not actually hunting UFOs. I'm just looking for them because I know that they are out there. I'm really on a UFO adventure. I'm out looking for them. I want to see and verify their existence. Not necessarily to the world, but at least I want to verify them for myself.

I'll be out on more UFO adventures again.

NOTE:

The Ancient Aliens episode I cited on my previous post is "Ancient Aliens: Declassified; Extraterrestrials and the Spirit Realm."

UFO Hunting II

 As I posted in my previous post. I have gone out UFO hunting many times. But only twice have I seen flying objects other than airplanes (jets) or satellites. Tonight is one of those times. The other time was last year during our 4th of July weekend camping trip.

On this particular trip I took my binoculars and night-vision monocular with me. I wanted to show the younglings the night-vision capabilities of my monocular. So the younglings and one of my borthers-in-law went out away from the camp site to take a peak through the monocular. I think that experience was kinda crappy because it being the 4th of July and us out camping I was a bit intoxicated. But anyway, we went out and gave it a shot.

I also suggested we do some UFO hunting. Keep and eye on the sky and see if spot anything moving I said.

To my surprise my brother-in-law spotted something. "Look, something's moving," he said. I looked and sure enough there was an object moving in the sky. And it was not an airplane. Maybe it was a satellite, maybe it was something else. We told the kids where to look and we all saw it.

That was fuck'n awesome! We went back to the campsite excited. "We saw something!" I said. "It was either a satellite or it was a UFO, but we saw something!"

"We all saw it," my brother-in-law said. I do not know if the others believed us but that's irrelevant. We know what we saw. Something in the night sky was moving and it was not an airplane.

UFO Hunting

 I have gone out UFO hunting a few times and I have seen unidentified aerial phenomena twice. One of those two times was today.

I planned a short UFO hunting trip for myself for today. So, right after work I went to a nearby restaurant for dinner. I figured it would be a couple of hours before the sun went down. So I decided that having dinner first was in order. I had one of my favorite pub grubs; fish and chips.

The sun went down faster than I thought it would. It was around six in the evening as I sat at the booth and had my dinner. Through the windows I saw that it was already dark. As soon as I finished my dinner I paid and left. I took a short drive up the street, to where the street ended. It ended at an empty field.

I parked and got out of my camper van (Yes, I converted my soccer-mom van into a camper van.) I got my binoculars and night-vision monocular out. It was good and dark all around me but there were lights about a quarter-mile away because I was still within city limits.

I looked up and observed the sky. I looked at it with my naked eyes, with my binoculars and with my night-vision monocular. I also looked around my surroundings. It was mostly quiet but I could hear the hum of city life not far away. I could also hear the crickets. It was beautiful and serene.

While observing the sky I could see many stars, I could see many airplanes, and I could see the new moon. Technically it was not a 100% new moon. Tonight's moon showed the presence of little crescent. It had reached its new moon phase a couple of nights ago but I'll refer to it as a new moon because its so near its new moon phase. Anyway, the new moon slowly dropped below the horizon and the night became a moonless night. The low city lights and the moonless night made it easier to observe objects in the sky.

As I already wrote I saw many planes and many stars. I immediately saw the constellation of Orion. I remembered that by following Orion's belt to the right (I'm in the west coast of the USA) we will see two other celestial objects worth noting. As I looked for any of those objects the first one that I could barely discern was the Pleiades star cluster. I wasn't sure if that is what it was because I was looking at it with my naked eyes. I got my binoculars and looked at it and I could definitely make out the star cluster. I could clearly see the seven sisters.

I remembered about the other object, the star Aldebaran. It is a bright star just to the right of Orion. Aldebaran sits between Orion and the Pleiades. The star is bright enough to be seen with the naked eye. I spotted it fast.

At one point I turned my attention back to sky for moving objects. As I said, I saw many moving objects; they were all airplanes (jets). All except for one.

As I looked towards the north I saw a bright object that appeared to be moving southward, in my direction. I watched it, expecting it to go over me. That object did not look like a plane. I got my binoculars and looked at it again. It did not have the same light pattern that planes have. It actually looked more like a satellite. I know what satellites look like because I have seen them before. I have seen the International Space Station many times. 

When observing the international space station it will appear somewhere in the horizon and will disappear somewhere else in the horizon. Sometimes it flies directly overhead. I was expecting this object to fly overhead just like the International Space Station but it did not. It was not coming southward in my direction. It just looked like that from my vantage point. The object actually rose higher in the night sky and vanished. It literally vanished into space.

Sweet! I saw what I was looking for. Or at least I think I did. Truth be said, it was a strange phenomena. As I already wrote, I know what airplanes look like and I know what satellites look like in the night sky. This object was different, it literally flew straight up out of site.

NOTE:

There is an episode of Ancient Aliens in which Nick Pope and a couple of UFO investigators are out in a field observing the night sky. They see an object that appears to be crossing the night sky but instead of crossing the sky it vanishes out into black space.

That is the exact experience I had tonight.

A Damn Good Run for Me II

 This is the follow up to my previous post.

As I wrote, after finding out I contracted Covid I had to quarantine myself for several days. I've been quarantined, mostly locked up in my room, for almost two weeks. So, if you're wondering what I've been doing these last two weeks, well, I've been on a Star Wars marathon.

I had already watched eight of the Star Wars movies. I had not watched "The Rise of Skywalker" yet, so I decided to watch it a couple of days ago. It turned out to be a great movie. It would have been nice if I had watched it sooner, it's been out for quite a while already but I just hadn't gotten around to watching it even though I had already paid for it and could have watched it at any time.

But if you're wondering why I've been on a Star Wars marathon, it's because the very first Star Wars movie, "Episode IV: A New Hope," was released when I was nine years old. That movie was ahead of its game when it came to sound effects, special effects, content, etc. And the theme music was great. You can imagine a nine year old at the movies watching Star Wars for the first time way back in 1977. I was captivated! It quickly became one of my favorite movies.

As the years went by and more episodes were released I watched them all, except for episode nine which I watched just a couple of days ago.

I also finished watching "Rogue One" just a few minutes ago and now I'm getting ready to watch "Solo: A Star Wars Story."

As for "The Mandalorian," series, I finished watching all season one and season two episodes last night.

A Damn Good Run for Me

 Wow! I really didn't think it would happen, but I've been had! Now I find myself quarantined for a couple of weeks.

A few months ago, after being confined to home schooling my youngest niece was allowed to attend classes in person. Not more than a couple of weeks later she got sick. She got her brother and sister and other members of the family sick also. But it was not the Corona virus. It was just a common cold or flu.

For a moment I felt invincible and didn't think I would get sick. But sure enough I also got sick. And it was a nasty virus. Not the Covid-19 virus (my niece was tested and the results came back negative), but a nasty virus none-the-less.

It was disgusting. I had a nasty runny nose that lasted for days.

Eventually it went away. And I remained happy that Covid-19 still had not got me. By now it had been two years since the pandemic had begun and I had avoided contracting the nasty illness.

That changed this last week. Wednesday night I noticed I had a runny nose. Thursday was my day off so I slept most of the day anyway. Friday morning I went to work and as I sat outside in my car before start time I realized I felt weak. I just didn't feel like I had the energy to work four hours, much less eight hours. And at my job, sometimes we have to work ten hours. As I sat in my car I realized I couldn't do it. So I went into the building and talked to my supervisor. I told her I didn't feel well and that I wanted to go home. I asked for time off.

By her reaction I could see that she wasn't buying it. It's as if she thought I was just slacking off and trying to take some time off. Eventually she let me go so I returned home. I slept most of the day.

Saturday was my regular day off so I didn't go to work. I didn't do much. Mostly I stayed in my room and watched videos. I could still feel the illness. It felt like a light cold or a mild flu. I had a runny nose and had trouble falling asleep at night.

Sunday I reported to work again and went straight to HR. I informed the lady at the desk that I went home Friday because I didn't feel well. I also informed her that I still had a drippy nose and preferred to go home.

"You may go home." She said. So I did.

Today I went to a clinic to have a rapid antigen test performed. A couple of hours later I got the results. I tested positive for SARS-Covid-2 (whatever that means). All I knew is that I had the virus and I had to stay home. So I went home and told my family members that I had to stay locked up downstairs in my room. They understood.

And so now, I'm locked up in my room typing this post.

I do have to say that it's been two years since the nasty virus emerged and for me to contract it two years later, it was a damn good run for me!

I avoided it like the devil flees holy water. But I did drop my guards. And I know where I dropped my guards. I will not let this happen again.