Pancho's Store

 There's a corner store in my neighborhood we call Pancho's. Pancho is the owner, it's not the store's actual name. This is the same store I wrote about on my previous post, "An Astral Walk Through My Neighborhood." Posted March 20, 2023.

I found myself walking in the opposite direction than on my previous post. On that prior post I was walking away from it, this time I was walking towards it.

I was at the corner. Immediately to my left I saw the entrance to Pancho's store. I really wanted to see what it looked like in the astral. As I have written in previous posts the astral world is not always what you think. It's very similar to our physical world, but it can be very different, and often times it is.

I walked in. It looked very much like a store but it did not look like Pancho's store. It looked more like the store that it was over forty years ago. Chinitos owned it. We called it "La Tienda de los Chinitos." It was our neighborhood store. Then Pancho took over. Now we call it Pancho's store.

But anyway, when I walked in I recognized the old Chinitos' store. I walked around and observed the merchandise. I saw the people milling around and looking for their items.

 I continued to explore the store and at one point I decided to leave. I saw what appeared to be an exit towards my left so I walked out through it. 

When I exited I found myself in what appeared to be a doctor's office or some type of  medical establishment. I sat down at a chair and felt something hit me from behind me. I figured some prankster had tossed something at me so I picked up the object (a small plastic-like piece.) 

I tossed it over my shoulders to whoever tossed it at me and then I turned around to see who it was.

I saw a couple. A man and his woman. The woman was holding their recently born child in her arms. The man said "She will be the next Wonder Woman."

As I turned around I saw another couple, and the woman was holding a baby boy.

I said "And this will be the next Superman."

I then walked away through the maze of hallways but before I could exit I felt myself return to the physical world. I felt myself return to my physical body.

P.S. This also is an astral travel of mine. This took place in one of my lucid dreams.

Someone On My Property

 I walked out of my house and before I finished walking down my stairs I saw three people, or entities just out front of my house.

One was immediately to my left. The other two were immediately to my right.

I focused my attention on the one on my left. Although all three of them were within my property line. I turned to the one on my left. He greeted me. I returned the greeting. But when I realized he was within my property line I asked him to please leave my property. He excused himself and stepped back just enough to be outside of my property line. He actually stepped back onto my neighbor's property line. But after that I couldn't tell him to leave. He wasn't on my property.

I saw him. At first he looked like a typical black person but I noticed his eyes. They were much larger than human eyes. I gathered he wasn't human. He was extraterrestrial. His eyes looked more like those of a grey being, camouflaged as a black person.

P.S. This occurred in the astral. I was in a lucid dream when this took place.

No Astral Travels

 It's been a little over a month and I have not had an astral travel.

Certainly most likely because I haven't been trying. I simply haven't been putting in the effort.

Only the laborer is worthy of his wages. I have to put in the effort to reap the benefits and I have not been putting in the effort lately. It's time to start. I will certainly post my next astral travel unless something prohibits from doing it.

The Platform II

 The freaky thing about this astral projection experience is that I found myself in a room. I felt myself being held from behind. I turned around instantly!  I was spooked! I grabbed the person behind me and spun him around to my front. I wanted to see his face. I anticipated to see myself but I did not. The person I saw was Latino. He was brown skinned. He had a round face. But certainly he was not me.

"Hey! Wake up!" I yelled to him.

Of course he didn't wake up. He was deeply asleep.

WTF, I thought to myself!

I was disgusted. I didn't want to see naked men! 

There was a doorway just in front of me so I walked out through it. I crossed a hall and walked in through another doorway across the hall.

I found myself in what looked like a factory or some type of manufacturing plant. Somewhere towards the center of the floor I saw a white woman. She was blonde. 

"Now, why couldn't I have seen her naked," I thought to myself. I would rather have seen a beautiful blonde woman naked than three men!

I remained in this scene for a short while then I slowly began to lose my lucidity. I returned to my vigil state and remained there.

The Platform

 As I have done in the past, I slept a lot during the weekend. So much so that I had trouble falling asleep the day before work.

I tossed and turned quite a bit. At some point when I was laying still I heard through my inner ear a women's voice say "You know G.........."

That's all I recall. Just that.

Eventually I fell asleep and at a point I became lucid. I had gone into a dream and I became consciously aware of where I was.

I was on a long platform that was suspended in air. I was standing in the inner  perimeter of the circular platform. I stepped out to the outer perimeter of the platform and turned to my right. Someone was there tinkering with some knobs and controls.

I left the astral at that point. I returned to the vigil state and woke up again laying on my bed facing north.

A Safe Haven

 I've been sitting here in my room downloading music videos and converting them into MP3 files so I can listen to the music later. I have had my headphones on for a few hours already so I have not been aware of many sounds nor noises outside.

A while ago I was in the middle of some music files so the sound was turned off. I heard some commotion outside.

My security cameras cover the entire perimeter around my house and they are on and recording 24/7.

I turned and looked at the monitor. Outside I could see an unknown woman right on my front steps. I had no idea what was going on but I knew she didn't belong here so I immediately walked outside and questioned her. She was certainly a prostitute. 

 "He's supposed to give me a ride," she said. 

"You're on my property, you need to leave," I said. 

"I'm sorry sir," she said, and she left.

I went back inside and reviewed the security camera footage. I wanted to see what had happened.

It's so sad. Of course she was a prostitute. She was being followed by a guy in a dark colored car. I could see how she was doing everything she could to keep him away from her. She kept pacing up and down the sidewalk in front of my house trying to avoid him.

Occasionally she would walk onto my property and even walk up our steps to our front door. The guy was out to get her and she was fleeing him. For some reason she chose our property as a safe haven. Maybe because she knows we have cameras all around our house. Maybe because she knew that the predator would not chase her into someone else's private property. For whatever reason she, and others in the past, have chosen to run into our property for safety.

After reviewing the footage and realizing that she was being targeted by a predator and that she was only seeking safety by running into our property I understood she was the potential victim of a predator.

In the footage I saw that she had walked back down the street, in the direction of International Blvd. A thoroughfare known for prostitution activity. I felt sorrow for her. As much as I dislike prostitutes I am 100% against their victimization. If I had known she was being pursued by a predator I would have allowed her to take refuge on my property.

When I realized she was being victimized by the predator in the car I went to my gun safe and pulled out my AR-15 and a loaded magazine. Both are laying on my bed at this moment. Nothing else has happened ever since I last saw her walk down the street towards International Blvd.

That's right. As much as I dislike a prostitute's career choice, I can't stand seeing them victimized.

This was one instance in which I would have pulled out my AR-15 to defend a prostitute against a predator.

P.S. Usually when there's commotion out front of my property I go out there with my .357 magnum.

Rainy Intersection at Night

 A few nights ago I had another one of my astral travels. I was well rested because my weekend was ending and I had rested and slept a lot during the weekend.

That night I went to bed as usual. I had to go to work the next day. As I slept I went into a dream.

I was driving my SUV and realized I was low on gas. I made a stop at a very dingy looking location. It didn't even look like a gas station. It was more like a small lot with a small garage to one side. It was night time. Someone pumped some gas into his car and drove away. I pulled up and took his spot.

I went into the small garage where he had put the fuel caddy. It had a foot operated pump.

When I walked into the garage a medium sized dog growled and barked at me. I froze, I thought it was going to attack me. Instead it ran to me and began to run around and jump up and down much like a dog does when it's happy to see someone. I was relieved, but then I saw a German Shepard lying down asleep. I worried again because I didn't know how this other dog would react to me. Fortunately it got up and began to run around and jump around just like the other dog.

I got the fuel caddy and went back to my vehicle. When I arrived I realized it was missing a hose, nozzle, and some attachments so I went back to the garage. I found them on the floor. I picked them up and headed back to my vehicle.

I was shocked when I returned and realized that my vehicle had been stolen. Only a bent out of shape wheel had been left behind. I couldn't believe it! How could someone have stolen my vehicle so fast! I wasn't gone more than thirty seconds when I went back to the garage to get the hose and nozzle.

I walked out of the lot and looked down the street to my left. The thieves couldn't have gotten to far away. I expected to still be able to see them driving away with my vehicle but I saw nothing towards my left. I looked to my right and saw an intersection not to far away so I decided to walk to it and look around.

I reached the intersection. Up to this point I had simply been dreaming. Suddenly it dawned on me that my vehicle could not have been stolen. How can anyone drive away if they had left a bent out of shape wheel behind?

I became lucid at this moment; I woke up in the astral.

I looked around and saw many people. They were all engaged in their own activities. Just as I usually do in my astral travels. I have written many times previously that I see many people in the astral world. The astral world is not empty, it is full of people.

The place I was at was hilly. From where I stood, ahead of me the hill went up. To my right the street went downhill. To my left it went slightly up. Towards my back was it downhill.

It was dark but the streets were lit up by lights. I simply stood there and observed the scene. It was peaceful, mystical. I realized it was raining but this didn't concern me. I remembered from a previous astral travel experience that in the astral the rain had no effect on me. I could feel it but it didn't get me wet (That particular astral travel was one of my longest experiences. I didn't log it but I remember it very well. Maybe someday I'll post it.)

As I stood there and observed the scene I slowly began to feel my consciousness shift from the astral back to the physical. I returned to the vigil state and found myself laying in bed. I went back to sleep and a couple of hours later I woke up again. I saw the clock and realized it was almost time for me to get up so I didn't bother going back to sleep. I just lay in bed until it was time for me to get up.

Vigil vs Lucid

 Here I will explain the two states of consciousness I often times speak of.

The first, the vigil state, is the state of wakefulness we experience after a night of sleep. It is the state we are in right now. We are aware we're not sleeping. We're awake in the vigil state.

At night when we go to bed and fall asleep we leave the vigil state and enter the sleep world. Most of us have our consciousness so asleep that when we "wake" up, meaning when we return to the vigil state the next morning, we have no recollection of our activities during the sleep state.

Sometimes we remember events from the sleep state and we call them dreams. These dreams are just memories of what we experienced in the sleep state while we slept.

The second is the lucid state. This is the state of consciousness we enter when we are in the sleep world and we are perfectly conscious that we are dreaming. When I'm consciously awake and aware that I'm in the dream world I will use the term that I am lucid. I'm in a lucid dream. Or simply, I become lucid.

I'm awake, but my physical body is still in bed asleep. Yet I'm consciously aware that I'm in a state out of my body. When my lucidity ends and I return to my physical body I will use the term that I have returned to the vigil state.

This should clear up some confusion between me saying "I woke up and found myself lucid," and "I woke up and found myself back in my bed."

P.S. Having a vivid dream is not the same as having a lucid dream. In a vivid dream you're still asleep and dreaming but you have a vivid recollection of your dream when you wake up in the vigil state.

In a lucid dream you're consciously aware that you're awake in the dream world.

Women In Line

 I've been off of work these last few days so I've been sleeping a lot. Yesterday I lay in bed most of the day, I just didn't want to get up.

As I lay in bed and felt myself dozing off I made efforts to enter a lucid dream. I eventually succeeded. It was a very short lucid dream but a lucid dream none-the-less.

I was on a bicycle around the corner from my house. I was sitting on it but not pedaling it. I was just leaning forward against the handle bars and pushing myself along the sidewalk with my feet, I was just walking while sitting on the bike. I reached the corner, turned left, and crossed the street. As I approached the front of my house I slowly became lucid. I realized I was in a dream. I have had many lucid dreams in my past. I recognize them when I become lucid.

As I approached the front of my house I saw there was a line of people waiting to go in. This was strange. I wondered why there was a line of people waiting to enter my house. They were all women. I don't recall seeing a man there.

As I stood there I remember thinking to myself that if I wanted to I could just walk past all of them and go inside. After all, it was my house. But I didn't do it, I just stood there for a moment and observed the scene. Soon I felt myself stirring and I returned to the vigil state. I was back in my room laying in my bed.

Another Dream

 About a week ago I went out for a walk around a local lake. As I walked around it I began to reminiscence over long ago times when I would go out for long hikes. I would hike in the Berkeley/Oakland hills. I hiked to the peak of Mt. Diablo and Mt. Tamalpais (both east and west peaks) many years ago.

It has been many years since I have gone for a hike like that.

Last week I went out for a good walk around a local lake. I walked half-an-hour in one direction and then walked back. Total time was around one hour and ten minutes.

It's a great fishing lake. So I decided to return and go fishing for trout, bass, or cat fish.

When I returned home I pulled out of storage my inflatable dinghy. I inflated it up and let it sit for a while so I would know if it would deflate. It did.

It has a leak, I thought to myself. I decided to trash it and get another boat.

= = = =

At night I had another dream. In it I was testing my inflatable dinghy. It deflated just as it did in real life.

In my dream I checked a valve. Something was wrong with it. I patched it up. My dinghy then inflated.

= = = = 

In real life I was about ready to throw out that dinghy. But I remembered my dream. I remembered that I somehow fixed the valve.

= = =

The following morning I went out to the back yard where I had inflated the dinghy and left it sitting to see its deflation. Sure enough, one side had deflated

= = =

I checked the valve and discovered that it could be opened or closed. It just had to be twisted.

 

There's nothing wrong with my dinghy. It inflates and stays inflated. I simply had to twist a valve.

Only A Dream

 Last night I had one of the weirdest dreams ever.

Have you ever had such a bad experience in real life that you wish it was only a bad dream and that you would soon wake up from it?

Well, I had just such an experience last night but it turned out it really was a dream.

It was one of those dreams that seemed so real while I was in it that I didn't know I was just dreaming.

This is what happened.

I was downstairs in my room. I walked out, saw one of my brothers and a couple of other guys with him. I didn't recognize the guys so I didn't say anything to them. I continued on my way and went upstairs. After a while I returned downstairs and noticed that things weren't as they should be. I looked around and saw that things looked very different. I noticed that many things were missing. I immediately realized that many items had been stolen. I have many tools and many personal items boxed up and stored there and most of those items were missing. I was emotionally crushed!

I headed towards my room and realized that some of the walls to my room had been demolished. Large pieces of sheet-rock (gypsum board) had been removed from the walls of my room.

I couldn't believe it. This worried me a lot. I didn't feel safe sleeping in my room with huge portions of the walls literally missing. Then I began to really worry. I thought about my gun cabinet and all the firearms and ammunition that I keep stored in my room. I went into my room and went straight to my firearm cabinet.

I was emotionally crushed again! My entire gun cabinet, all of my firearms, air arms, and ammunition were missing. They had been stolen!

I was devastated! I couldn't believe it, but it was true! My house had been burglarized and many of my belongings including my highly valued firearms and ammunition had been stolen!

I walked out of my room. I headed back upstairs. I walked slowly. Completely devastated. I wished this was just a dream. I hoped I would wake up and realize that it was just a dream. But I knew it wasn't. It was reality. It wasn't a dream, but how I wished it was a dream.

I walked back upstairs and went to my mom. She was on the phone. I told her I needed to talk to her. I told her it was very important. I wanted to tell her what had happened. But she was too involved in her phone conversation. She didn't realize how serious my predicament was.

I looked at her, she didn't look like my real mother but in the dream she was my mother. She had a few blemishes on her face but she was none-the-less beautiful.

Despite the fact that I was just dreaming it seemed so real. Everything seemed so real!

You can't believe the relief I felt when I woke up and realized that everything indeed had been just a dream! It was just a bad dream. Indeed I had just been dreaming. A sense of peace and relief fell upon me when I woke up and realized it was only a dream.

 I cannot over-emphasize how real that dream seemed to be. I was completely devastated as I walked out of my room and back upstairs. I really truly wished it was just a dream and that I would soon wake up. It seemed so real. I was so relieved when I indeed woke up and realized it indeed was only a dream.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fz4axHOyccQ

Henry 45-70

 Today I went to the gun shop and picked up my Henry 45-70 rifle. It's a beautiful rifle. It has a brass receiver and stock plate. It has an octagon barrel and is a side loader.

 

I'm excited! This rifle completes my collection.

No STDs

 For many years I worried that I may have herpes.

One day I got an infection. It was a staph infection. Right on the corner or my mouth. It began to swell up. It was ugly! It began to spread to the rest of my face.

I went to the hospital's emergency room. I showed the intake nurse my face.

Ugh! She said. You need to see a doctor right away. And so I was admitted into the emergency room.

A doctor saw my face and asked what had happened. I told him my story. It started off as a pimple and it got infected.

Sir, you have herpes! He declared

I sat there dumbfounded. Exactly how can I have herpes when I hardly ever have sex with anyone?

With the exception of a few strippers, I have never ever had sex with loose women. I felt cheated. I barely touched a woman and I'm being told I have herpes?

Damn! I got cheated on! I've been cheated!

And so for many years I lived my life with the thought that maybe I had herpes. Maybe. Not certain, just maybe.

This bothered me insanely! 

Finally, to ease my consciousness I took the test. I got tested for herpes 1 & 2.

I was so relieved when I got the results. Both tests came back negative! 

After living with uncertainty for many years now I know I have no STDs! I am so relieved.

White Toga

 Just like a couple of weeks ago, I had trouble falling asleep at night because I slept a lot during the day. I tossed and turned for a very long while but eventually I fell asleep and went into a dream.

In the dream I found myself in a very large open room. There were a couple of beds there. I was on one of them. I was reading a comic book. I attempted to set the comic book down on the bed but it fell off the bed.

I got off the bed to retrieve it but to my surprise I didn't see it. I looked around for it but I simply couldn't find it.

One of my brothers and another unknown guy was there. My brother laughed at me because I couldn't find the comic book. "You can't find it?" he asked.

I didn't answer but kept looking for it. Both of them were laughing at my incredulity because I couldn't find the comic book. 

I looked and looked but couldn't see it.

"It can't possibly blend so well with the floor that I can't see it!" I exclaimed. But I simply couldn't see the comic book anywhere nearby.

Then I saw a bed several yards away. "Maybe I dropped it from that bed," I thought to myself. I decided to go and check around that bed. So I began to walk in that direction. I saw a few steps that led to a higher level of the floor so I began to walk up the steps.

It was at this moment that I became conscious that I was in the astral. I was having a lucid dream. I was out of my body, or however you want to describe it.

I walked up those few steps and turned left. I walked out of a door and found myself on what was a beautiful tree filled mountain. The building I had walked out of was on a high mountain top and I could see the rest of the mountain range all around me. It was beautiful. It was lush green and full of trees.

I walked away from the building towards the natural mountain surroundings. As I walked I looked down at myself and saw that I was dressed in a white toga and was wearing sandals. Similar to ancient Greeks and Romans.

I walked out onto the natural surroundings and I realized that the entire mountain range was a gigantic rock. As the mountain range aged huge chunks of it would break off and form giant boulders. As these boulders aged they became smaller rocks, then pebbles, then simply dirt on which the trees grew.

 

 

I walked out onto these boulders and balanced myself as I stepped from one boulder to another.

I found a boulder from which I had a very good vantage view of the mountain range and a road just below it. I decided to straddle it. I'm not sure why but I did and when I did I felt the solid rock pressing against my genitals. This turned me on and I pressed my genitals more against the boulder. As I did this I began to slowly wake up in the physical. When I did I found myself back on my bed, laying on my side and I had and erection.

Just A Dream

 I found myself in beautiful  locale. There were many eateries there. I found myself in one of them.

For some unknown reason I craved a burger.

From where I was I decided to leave and go to a burger joint.

I found myself in a restaurant that served burgers among other items.

But for some reason I wanted to leave. I thought of my nephews and nieces.

Another Astral Travel II

 Last weekend I had trouble going to sleep. Probably because I slept a lot during the day. In fact I stayed in bed all day Saturday. So it's no wonder that when evening came I couldn't fall asleep.

I lay there in bed and repeated the mantra fa-ra-on over and over.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_E42KWhx8g

As I lay there in bed, on my side, with my inner ear I heard a woman's voice say "It's you" and I felt my right hand gently touched. I remained still. I wanted to fall asleep.

Eventually I did go to sleep and I entered a dream.

I was in the living room of my current residence. One of my brothers was there. He built a tent and went into it.

When we were young we would drape a blanket over some chairs or other furniture and make a tent. We would have fun like that. It was our way of camping at home.

In the dream he built his tent right in front of the TV and blocked my view. I asked him if he could do something with his tent so I could watch the TV.

"If you want to kill me go ahead and kill me!" he said.

That baffled me. I didn't want to kill him. All I wanted was for him to do something with his tent so I could watch TV.

I left him alone.

It was at this moment that my consciousness awakened and I became aware that I was in a dream. As I looked around I recognized that I indeed was in the living room of my current residence. But it was almost empty of furniture. It had almost no furniture except for the sofa and the stand or table on which the TV was on and the tent that my brother had made and was still hiding in.

I decided to do what I always do when I'm in the astral. I decided to explore. I walked over to the front door and opened it. It was dark outside. It was night time. I saw what looked like smoke outside. I called to my brother.

"Hey there's smoke out here, come look."

I do not believe he came to see. He was still sulking in his tent.

I decided to walk out. I stepped out the door and walked down the stairs onto the sidewalk in front of the house. There I turned right and walked the short distance to Foothill Blvd. It was dark. It was night time. I realized that what I thought was smoke was not smoke. It was more like fog.The fog was everywhere. I looked up and down the street. It was empty.

This was strange to me. I have been in the astral many times. I know that the astral world is not empty. It's full of people. I always see people. Lots of people. As I pondered that thought I suddenly began to see people. Lots of people. As always, there were some who were alone and many others who were in pairs or groups of three to five.

 

For the first time in my astral travels I decided to mingle with them. Later I found out it was a bad choice.

I walked around through the crowd. I attempted to make conversation with some of them. I should not have did this. I discovered that many of these denizens of the astral world are menacing. One guy in particular was abhorring. His nose was bent out of shape. Imagine someone's nose bent to one side. This guy's nose was bent to one side. He came close to me. I smelled an unpleasant odor so I stepped away. I didn't want him near me. He sensed my repulsion and became offended. He made some unpleasant remarks to me because of my repulsion to him so I walked away,

As I was walking, another guy called me by my real name.

"How do you know my name?" I asked him.

"We all know about you," he answered. He also told me about some career choices I had made. He was correct. But I felt uncomfortable that he knew me by my real name so I walked away.

I started to head back towards my house. On my way back I saw some people sitting on the curb. I came near them. One guy was not pleased by my presence. 

"You think you're really something, don't you!" he declared to me. He also said something else that was offensive to me. I didn't want to deal with this. I walked away offended.

I decided to go to our back yard. From my many astral travels I know that the astral world is very different from the physical world. Although there are many similarities the astral world can be very different. I wanted to see what our back yard looked like at this very moment while I was in the astral.

On my way to the yard I walked by more people who were just sitting there on the walk way.

Again, one of them called me by my real name. I stopped, turned and asked what he wanted.

He asked "Is this our future we're in?"

I answered "No, we're re-living our past."

At this very moment my astral travel immediately ended.

I was back in my bed. Laying on my side in the same position as when I heard the woman's voice and my hand was touched,

This Is the Moment I Will Miss

 I'm sitting here in my room listening to Cannons. Certainly one of my favorite bands. The masterpiece in question is this one: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySO6BHVXtz4

For many years I have already known that music sounds better with beer. And indeed it does.

That is why on days off I sit here in my room, I drink beer and listen to music!

It's what I'm doing at this very moment.

If I stop drinking, this is the moment I will miss.

It's my only pleasure in life. 

I don't use drugs. Not even marijuana. I just drink beer. And a little bit of rum, whiskey, or vodka.

This sends me off into a beautiful sphere where music sounds so much better.

I love music. And it sounds so much better with beer. 

Here's another piece for you: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9dsdeW-b8w0

Peace!!!!!

The reason this post is titled "This Is the Moment I Will Miss" is because this will certainly be the feeling I will miss when I stop drinking.

Pinky Ring

 The bullshit that I have read regarding the pinky ring is almost unbelievable. In fact it would be unbelievable if it were not for the fact that I live in such a detestable time.

Here's an article I read attempting to to explain the pinky ring.

https://www.lovetoknow.com/life/style/what-exactly-does-pinky-ring-symbolize

It's full of bullsh!T.

The reality is that the pinky ring is traditionally a signet ring. A signature ring. Used by the nobility class and up to seal their messages.

Back in the day before email  there was snail mail. And even before snail mail we had scrolls and envelopes that had to be sealed by some means.

To seal these scrolls and envelopes molten wax was applied and a sign (symbol) was pressed onto the still soft wax. This sign or symbol was on the ring worn on the pinky finger. The pinky ring is a signet ring. A signature ring. A ring worn by the nobility and higher classes.

It's traditional. It's classic. It's tasteful!

Men, and women, with good taste wear it!

https://www.gentlemansgazette.com/pinky-ring-guide/

The Leprechaun

I don't only have lucid dreams and regular dreams. I also have bad dreams. I had one a couple of nights ago.

I found myself inside of what could have been a school building or something similar. I remember seeing a classroom setting. I saw desks. I saw what could be the front of the classroom. I saw what could be students and maybe even an instructor.

It was in here that I saw the leprechaun. He looked just as the leprechaun in the movies. And he was up to his usual antics. He was casting his magic. He was hurting people. He was being violent.

He was short, ugly, and in every respect looked just like the leprechaun in the movies.

As I sat there in the classroom I realized he took no notice of me. He seemed to be more preoccupied with other people.

At one point someone who looked like one of my instructors decided to mock  him by putting his face close up to the leprechaun's face. The leprechaun grabbed his nose and stretched it out about a foot and let it go. His nose stayed stretched out. The leprechaun then distorted the guy's face and his face stayed distorted.

At one point we all walked out into a theater. I took a seat and observed the scene. Some of the people sitting down had received an ultimatum. They were to be killed and they knew it. It was going to be a brutal death dished out by the leprechaun. If you have seen the movie series "Leprechaun" you'll know how heinous the leprechaun is.

304 on the Street

 Last night or the night before I had a dream. Normally I do not post about ordinary dreams, I post only about my lucid dreams or significant dreams. This wasn't a lucid dream so somewhere in my psyche I must feel it's a significant dream.

Here's how it went, at least the significant parts.

I was laying back and relaxing on the side of a hill of grass. It was like a park in a city. At the foot of the low sloping hill was a street. Immediately to my left was a small structure which I recognized as the restrooms for the park.

At one point I found myself standing in the same spot where I had been laying back. I saw a car drive by. The driver was a young black man. As he drove past I could see him rubber-necking to catch a view of someone or something he had just passed up. Who or what ever it was was out of my view, hidden by the restroom structure.

"He must be drooling over something," I thought to myself. It's what they do.

I began to walk in the direction of the restroom structure and walked around to the front of the building. There I saw  a white woman. She looked like a prostitute. She was scantily dressed. She walked out onto the street and then walked along the street in the same direction the earlier car had driven past.

When she was several yards up the street from where I was I got a really good look at her. She turned to me and lifted her left leg in the air. I could see her clearly. She was basically completely nude with just a shawl covering her back. I could see her breasts clearly and when she lifted her leg I could see her groin clearly. She was clean shaven. She was very white. A brunette. I could make out her vagina as she stood there with her left leg lifted in the air. She was looking in my direction but wasn't saying anything to  me. For an instant I saw a closeup of her face. Her face was round, similar to an Asian's. Her hair was straight and black, similar to an Asian's. But she wasn't Asian, she was white. The kind of white woman that I find attractive. I could make out some blemishes on her cheeks. They looked like small pot marks. But despite her pot marks she was beautiful none-the-less with a very sexy white body.

 

Another woman approached her. This second woman was also white. But she was blond and thinner in form. The blond woman wanted to lick the brunette's vagina.

"Do you carpet munch?" asked the brunette. This means "Do you perform cunnilingus?"

I do not recall the reply nor what else happened but I do believe they went on to have sex.

As I observed this I remember clearly thinking to myself, "They're just prostitutes." So I ignored them and turned away. As I walked away I looked down at the ground up against the wall and I saw what appeared to be human feces. I do not know if that woman defecated there. I continued to walk away and as I did I woke up and found myself in my bed, in my bedroom.

The Contradiction of Khan Academy

 This post is a follow up to "Lesson Summary: The Spanish Empire II." It shows Khan Academy's contradiction.

In the fourth paragraph of the following article the author  writes "The first position of the casta series is always a Spanish man and an elite Indigenous woman, accompanied by their offspring: a mestizo, which denotes a person born of these two parents."

https://www.khanacademy.org/humanities/ap-art-history/early-europe-and-colonial-americas/colonial-americas/a/spaniard-and-indian-produce-a-mestizo-attributed-to-juan-rodriguez

In that sentence the author is acknowledging that the first position of the casta series is a mestizo, not a mulato. Therefore the pyramid shown on the following article is incorrect.

https://www.khanacademy.org/humanities/us-history/precontact-and-early-colonial-era/spanish-colonization/a/spanish-empire-lesson-summary

Mestizos and Mulatos were not viewed as equals in the social-economic structure. The Mestizo was viewed as higher in the social-economic ladder by virtue of not having African admixture.

An Astral Walk Through My Neighborhood

 Last night I had another one of my astral projection experiences. A lucid dream, or out of body experience, whatever you want to call it.

I was in my neighborhood. I found myself at a nearby corner. The corner where a local convenience store is located. I walked across the main street, a boulevard, and then turned right and crossed the avenue. As I crossed the avenue I looked to my left. Down the street I saw many buildings. But the buildings didn't look like any of the buildings in my neighborhood. They were quite tall with high pitched roofs. As I walked across the street and I kept my sight on the buildings I could see the buildings as if in 3-D. I could clearly make out the buildings in the forefront, the ones in the middle, and the ones behind all the others and I could see them overlapped in a 3-D fashion. As I finished crossing the avenue and neared the other side of the street I was amazed when I saw an artistic sculpture that was pearlescent and appeared to glow against the rest of the dark environment.

I can't remember exactly what it was I just remember that it was an artistic sculpture. I looked at it in amazement. It stood out beautifully against everything else around it. It was night time and there were some lights on but otherwise it was dark all around that pearlescent sculpture. After a while I looked away from the sculpture and focused my attention on some buildings across the street. Those buildings also took on the same pearlescent glow. At this moment I realized that not only the sculpture was pearlescent but anything I focused my sight on appeared pearlescent.

 

As I continued to walk along the sidewalk I eventually woke up and found myself back in my bed. I stirred a bit and eventually fell back asleep and went into another dream.

Lesson Summary: The Spanish Empire II

 This is just a follow up to my previous post. It was actually this statement that caught my attention.

"Interactions with Native Americans: Spanish colonizers attempted to integrate Native Americans into Spanish culture by marrying them and converting them to Catholicism. Although some Native Americans adopted aspects of Spanish culture, others decided to rebel."

It is so disgusting to write that "Spanish colonizers attempted to integrate Native Americans into Spanish culture by marrying them and converting them to Catholicism..." 

What the F does the writer mean by "attempted?"

They actually did!

And, "Although some Native Americans adopted aspects of Spanish culture, others decided to rebel." What the F does the writer mean by "some?"

The f**king MAJORITY did! It was only a few who did not. And to this day the Mestizos hold a higher social-economic status than the pure Indians who didn't mix.

I'M TELLING IT LIKE IT IS! Not the way some f**ktard wants history to be.

https://www.google.com/search?client=firefox-b-1-d&q=native+american+and+spanish

Lesson Summary: The Spanish Empire

 My Analysis and Criticism:

As you scroll down the page you'll find a hierarchical pyramid which presumably portrays the casta system in Colonial Mexico (and the rest of Spanish America). Yes, they are partially correct. But they fail in their attempts to properly categorize the black race and their descendants. Beginning with Mulatoes (Mulatos in Spanish).

Yes, at the top of the pyramid were the Peninsulares, the Spaniards born in Spain. Below the hierarchy were the Criollos, the Spanish born in the Americas.

But the the third tier shit goes awfully wrong!

Mestizos were never at the same level as Mulatos.

Mestizos are people who are a mix of Spanish and Indian. Mulatos are people who are a mix of Spanish and black.

Their pyramid is therefore incorrect! The Spaniards clearly put the Indian above the black. So much so that it was in reality illegal to enslave the Indians where it was perfectly legal to enslave blacks. Yes I know! You will read and hear stories, some may have a historical basis to them, about Indians being enslaved. But what you will not read nor hear are historical factual accounts of Queen Isabela and the Catholic Church making it illegal to enslave the natives whereas they allowed the slavery of blacks. So, regardless of whether there was or wasn't enslavement of the natives, both the Spanish Crown and the Catholic Church prohibited it. Any enslavement of the natives that existed was against the law whereas any enslavement of blacks was perfectly legal!

Now, taking those facts into account any prudent person can surmise that the Spanish Crown and the Catholic Church put Indians above blacks. Therefore a mix of Spanish and Indian (Mestizo) was automatically placed above a mix of Spanish and black (Mulato). This preference for Indian over black can clearly be seen in Latin America where the majority of the people are Mestizo.

With the preceding facts in mind any astute student will see that the pyramid on the web page is incorrect. Mestizos and Mulatoes were not seen as equal and were not in the same level in the casta system.

Truth be said, blacks were at the very bottom of the casta system and the more black a person had in his background the lower the person ranked. Therefore a Mulatoe who was half black could never be ranked at the same level as a Mestizo who was half Indian.

Anyone who disagrees with me may do a more thorough research and eventually you will agree with me. Even if you do not like it.

https://www.khanacademy.org/humanities/us-history/precontact-and-early-colonial-era/spanish-colonization/a/spanish-empire-lesson-summary

Another Astral Travel

 Last weekend I was having trouble going to sleep because I slept a lot during the day. It was the last day of my weekend and I went to bed early. But I had a lot of trouble falling asleep. For most of the night I found myself in a half-awake, half-asleep state.

Eventually I fell asleep and went into a dream. I found myself inside of a building. I remember seeing a black man and a white woman. I thought very little of them. To be quite frank with you, I saw the woman as a mayatera. I ignored both of them. I couldn't care less about them.

As I walked through the hallway, which was mostly barren concrete I realized that I was in the astral. My dream became lucid.

I remembered how walking through doorways, windows, or some sort of opening leads into another world. I turned right and walked through a doorway. But to my dismay I found myself in an enclosed area. Absolutely nothing worth writing home about. It was enclosed by concrete walls on all four sides.

I decided to turn back around and walk in the opposite direction. There was a doorway at the other end of the hall. I walked through it and discovered that it led onto an open balcony. I walked out and looked around. Again I was disappointed. I didn't see the lush green fields and lush green shrubbery and trees as I usually do. Instead I saw dry grass as far as the eye could see. The scene looked just like our East Bay Hills during the drought that we were having. The usually lush green hills were dry as a bone. Dry grass as far as the eye could see.

 

In my disbelief I turned my sight to the left and there I began to see lush green hills. They were covered in green grass and I could make out many green trees. It really was starting to look a bit like a jungle but the strangest thing is that I saw many wild cats on the hillside. I saw lions, tigers, and other great cats. Somewhere in the center I saw a battle going on between some of those cats. I couldn't tell who those cats were but they were all great cats. Meaning lions, tigers, cougars, etc.

I observed the scene for a moment and then turned my attention back towards my right. I refocused my sight back to where I had seen the hills of dry grass. And to my surprise they began to turn lush and green. The greenness seemed to be spreading from the left to the right. As I stood there on the balcony I saw the dryness in front of me begin to turn lush green.

This is what I normally see when I'm in the astral. Lush greenery everywhere. Beautiful iridescent colors.

As I stood there the thought of giving a little jump (as Samael Aun Weor has instructed) came to mind. I decided against it because I was well aware that was on a balcony. A very high balcony. And I realized that if anything went wrong it would be a very long plunge to the bottom.

But as I stood there I kept feeling the sensation of being pulled. That pulling sensation was so strong that I had to resist it. I can't really explain how I resisted it, just know that I resisted it. But eventually I gave in and I allowed the pulling sensation to take me. It took me clear off the balcony and high into the air. I was pulled off the balcony flown high above the ground and forward.

I felt myself float through the air. I became aware that I was floating in the air and simply took it in stride. Meaning, I just went with the flow. I flew through the air. I flew, or floated, hundreds of yards. Eventually I touched ground. Gently. I touched ground laying down. Yes, I found myself laying down. I was aware of where I was. I was aware of the lush greenery all around me.

Strangely I still felt the tugging, pulling sensation. As I lay there on the ground I felt the tugging. The pulling. Eventually the pulling brought me back to my physical body and I found myself back in my bed. Laying down in the same position I was laying down in that lush green field in the astral.

Astral Projection

 I find it disdainful to read the garbage of pretend to know it all authors regarding the subject of astral projection. 

Just today I found this article on Oprah Daily.

https://www.oprahdaily.com/life/a35550715/what-is-astral-projection/

Mismatched Shoes

 Last night was a long night for me. I stayed up quite late listening to music and having beer. Why not? After all, music sounds better with beer. So that's what I did.

At some point I went to bed to lay down and I fell asleep. I don't remember much other than I woke up around four-thirty in the afternoon. I got up and went out for some food. For a while I couldn't decide what to go for. I thought about fish and chips. There's a place out in east Oakland where I can get that. I thought about it but decided that it was too far. I also thought about a Reuben sandwich with fries but decided against it because the place where I can get the sandwich is also too far. In fact, it's at the same location as the fish and chips location.

 

So after pondering it for a while I decided to go to a local establishment that specializes in sausages. It's a place with its roots in Berkeley, CA, USA. Its original spot is still there. Just a block down Telegraph Ave from UC Berkeley. It now has a spot on Lakeshore Ave in Oakland, CA, USA. I went there and ordered a top dog and a bockwurst.

I just knew that the two sausages weren't going to be enough so I immediately set plans for pizza. I decided to take a long drive to Berkeley. There's a pizzeria that has been there for many decades. It used to have a competitor down the street, Fat Slice. But Fat Slice closed a couple of years ago. So now it's just Blondie's. I got there and ordered a pepperoni.

As I sat there and ate my pizza slice I was still feeling a slight hang-over from the night before, so I decided to walk down the street to another long time establishment. It's a local pub with a good beer list.

I arrived and took a seat at the bar. I ordered a beer and enjoyed the ambiance. I ordered a second one and then a third. Half way through my third one I looked down and saw my shoes. I realized I had put on mismatched shoes. WTF!? It must've been a long night, huh?

For a moment I felt stupid. Then I saw the silliness in it. Hey, shit happens. I just sat there in complete amusement. Wow! I've never did that before. Sure I have mismatched my socks a couple of times before. But the shoes? 

I'm still laughing.

I had to tell the bartender. At one moment when she came to me I said "I'm gonna have to go home. Do you know what I did?" 

"What did you do," she asked.

I showed her. "I have two different shoes on."

We both got a laugh out of it.

After finishing my beer I got up and left the place. I'm just glad that it was night time, rainy, and not many people were out. As far as I was concerned, as long as I got home soon no one would ever know. Except the bartender and you reading this post.

As I sat there, this beautiful piece was being played. Enjoy it. It's so soothing and relaxing. So dreamy. 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhZaHf8RP6g&t=313s

And if you have been reading my posts you'll know that I'm very much into the dream world. The dream world is not just a dream. It's another reality. I played this masterpiece over and over as I typed this post. Listen to it as you read my posts. Specially my posts about my astral travels and my dreams.

Meeting People (In Dreams)

 I have had many normal dreams. Including normal nightmares. They date back to my childhood, as far back as I can remember. These dreams are, well, quite normal. I dream about daily activities, I dream about people I know, I dream about places I've been to. Sometimes I dream about events or places that are frightening, we call these nightmares. But at the end of the night they are just dreams, be they good or bad.

But sometimes I have unique dreams. I call them unique because when I return to the vigil state I'm not certain if I simply dreamed an event or was actually there. I posted about one such event on August 19, 2022 (I Want to be Latino Again). On that event I can firmly remember waking up from my sleep and can recall having that conversation.

A few weeks ago I had another dream.

I was out and about. Meaning I was just out for a night in the town. Meaning, I was just out having a good time. I entered some restaurants. I don't recall actually sitting down and dining. But do remember visiting some restaurants. At least two.

It was night time. I was looking for my way back home. I wasn't driving. I had to take the bus back home. I found myself at a bus stop. I was waiting for the bus. There I met three people. They were, tall, white, blond, Nordic looking people. Two men and a woman. We engaged in a short impromptu conversation. I don't remember which came first, either they asked me, or I asked them. But the questions asked were:

 First question:

Them: Is there anything you have against the Catholic institution?

Me: Yes, it bothers me that the Catholic institution wouldn't allow the public to believe whatever they wanted to believe. If someone doesn't believe Catholicism, they shouldn't be forced to believe Catholicism.

This was in reference to the Spanish Inquisition.

Second question:

Me: Where are you from?

Them: We're from the monastery ______ . 

I left the monastery's name blank because I really don't remember the name. What I do remember is that it had a German, or northern European name. But it was not English. I know English quite well, I would have remembered it. It was a northern European language.

When I woke up, the conversation with those three people really stood out. It really did seem as if I really had that short conversation with those three Nordic looking people.