Wish You Were Here

 I live alone. I have no problem with that. I really enjoy my solitude. I have the whole house to myself. I can do pretty much anything I want. I can stay up as late as I want. I can play my music whenever I want. Well, you get the idea. Living alone is great.

But sometimes I wish you were here. Today was one of those moments.

Today is the last day of my extended weekend and tomorrow I go back to work. So today I spent the early evening cooking and preparing my meals for the coming work days. After work I have no time to do anything other than eat dinner, shower, and go to sleep. So on the last day of my weekend I devote myself to cooking for the coming work week and having all my meals ready.

For my breakfast I made peanut butter and honey sandwiches. I also sprinkled ground cardamon into them. I got this from Ayurvedic medicine. I also like to add sliced banana to them. But I was out of bananas today.

For snacks I just put together some slices of smoked all-beef salami, New York deli style. I also got a few thick slices of smoked Gouda cheese and Ritz crackers.

 

For dinner I prepared sauteed vegetables and curry chicken. I made saffron rice as a side to go with my curry chicken and vegetables. To this I added some pita bread. I chose pita bread instead of naan simply because naan is not as readily available as pita bread.

 

As I made my dinner I played The Marias. At this moment I'm still listening to them.

Cooking my dinner and listening to The Marias is so dreamy. My kitchen has two large windows that look out onto my yard. It has a small light over the sink that dimly lights up the stove and counter. This dim light ads to the dreaminess of the ambience.

It was this combination that made me wish you were here.

Actually this happens most times when I cook dinner. The view out my kitchen window in the early evening, the dim light above me, and some easy music like The Marias or deep house music sets the tone for a dreamy romantic evening.

Wish you were here.

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P.S. I'm guy addressing a female reader. If you're a guy reading this post keep going, move along, nothing to see here.

Much is Still Happening V

 Yes, much is still happening as I continue to settle into my new home in California's central valley. Far away from Oakland, in the Bay Area where I grew up.

Yes, it certainly looks like I heeded my feeling from a couple of years ago.

Before starting this post I went back and viewed a few of my earlier posts and came across this one:

"I Need to Leave," posted August 3, 2022.

Back when I made that post little did I know that I would follow through with my feelings two years later.

As I wrote in that post, many years earlier I had had the same strong feeling come to me. The feeling to leave. To go somewhere else. But back then I didn't heed my feeling. I stayed and got into a lot of trouble. Then many years later that feeling, that urge, to leave came again and this time I did leave.

Now I'm in the Central Valley and I'm enjoying the quieter, slower, more rural life out here. Instead of spending my weekends going out and partying I spend them working on my various projects around the house. Lately I've been doing a lot of yard work. I have a very nice size yard and have decided to make it into a small park. I have already cleaned out 95% of the weeds. I have trimmed all the rose bushes trees (except one). I have an outdoor kitchen with a picnic table. Recently I added a park bench and two flower beds where I will be growing the California Poppy.

The poppy is native to California and it grows wild in parts of the east bay (my former home). It sprouts out and blooms every spring. I have not seen it here near my new home so I decided to plant it in my yard. It grows well in this zone so in spring I will have a bed of golden poppies.

I also have saffron growing in my yard. It's the world's most expensive spice and I'm growing it. 

 

I'm not certain if my saffron will produce flowers this coming season but it should produce flowers next season.

Market Street

 Last night I went to bed very early. I've been on a very, very long weekend. I have ten days off so I've been doing a lot work on my cars and around the house. Repairs and maintenance.

Since I had not had an astral travel experience I decided to work on one last night. The efforts paid off.

In a sense I can say that I had three experiences but it was just one in which I kept gaining and losing lucidity. I don't even remember the details of my astral experiences because I made no attempt to remember them. But I definitely remember having them.

I went into a dream. At one point I became lucid, I became aware I was in the dream state, I became lucid. A few moments later I lost lucidity and thought I had returned to the vigil state, but almost immediately I became lucid again and realized I was still in the dream state.

A few moments later I lost lucidity again and though I had again returned to the vigil state but again I regained lucidity and realized I was in the astral (the dream state).

This happened a third time before I finally did return the vigil state and I found myself in my bed, in my room, in my house.

I went to sleep again and again entered a dream but this time I did not regain lucidity. It was just an ordinary dream that I remembered the events.

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In the dream I was on my way to work. I had taken the BART train to San Francisco. This is just an old memory of my past. Although I do take the BART train to work I no longer work in San Francisco.

I was supposed to get off the train at the Civic station but I missed it and I heard the announcement that we were approaching the 12th Street station. Again this is just an old memory of my past. The Civic station is in San Francisco and the 12th Street station is in Oakland. In the dream world (the astral world) things get murky. Bits and pieces of our past and present get mixed up.

I asked a woman on the train if the 12th Street station came after the Civic station and she answered yes.

I got off the train knowing that I could find my way back to the Civic station. In downtown San Francisco the stations are in order along Market Street. One can exit one station and walk up or down Market Street and reach the next station. But something went wrong. I found myself lost along the streets that are on the north side of Market Street. I knew that if I got back on Market Street I would easily find my way to my destination.

I kept walking up and down the various streets turning left here, right there, up this street, and down that street but for the life of me I could not hit with Market Street.

I asked a woman which direction Market Street was and she pointed and said "down that way."

I went down that way and still didn't hit with Market Street. I then asked a guy which way was Market Street. He also said down that way but then said "get going," and with his thumb pointed in the opposite direction. "He's an asshole," I thought to myself.

 Market Street in San Francisco

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This dream had a sudden shift. I was still lost in San Francisco but I had come across a man whom I thought was very helpful. I was nearby when he was assaulted by some crazy man. A third man who was nearby was going to help the first man but stopped and said "I'm not security." Implying he had no obligation nor duty to help the man being assaulted. 

I remembered how the man being assaulted had been helpful to me so I motioned to the bystander to go ahead and jump in and the man being assaulted. He did. I then got into the brawl and while the bystander held the assailant I rushed over and took away the stick he was wielding. The bystander and me were able to subdue and disarm the assailant.

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I continued trying to find my way back to Market Street. I pulled out my phone and tried to use Google Maps to pin-point my location and figure out in which direction to go to reach Market Street.

This is where a recurring dream kicks in.

I have had many dreams where my phone appears to have been hacked or in some way a malicious app has been installed and it renders my phone useless. The phone does not go out. It stays on, but I can't load any of the apps that I need to use. I can't make a phone call, I can't use Google Maps, I can't do anything with it. Some malicious app keeps loading itself over and over again not allowing me to use my phone as I want to. This always happens in a time when I'm lost and I desperately need my phone to call for assistance or find my way home or to a specific destination.

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This is a recurring theme in some of my dreams and I have decided to use this as a queue to know when I'm in the astral. People may become lucid when something queues them to the fact that they are dreaming.

Next time I have the recurring dream that I'm lost and my phone has been hacked and has become useless I will attempt to recognize it as a queue that I'm in the astral. I simply need to become lucid to have an astral travel experience.

Last Weekend

The power went out in my neighborhood last weekend. It went out for several hours.

My place is lightly lit throughout the day by sunlight but as the sun sets the living quarters of my place begin to get dark. I stayed out in the living room for quite a while, but when the sun went down and the place became dark I headed straight to my bedroom.

I got onto bed, threw my zarape over myself and fell asleep. I've been sleeping in the nude for decades. And now that I live in the valley where it gets really hot I definitely sleep in the nude. So I got into bed in the nude. I fell asleep. At some point I woke up and heard the sound of running water. It sounded like people were outside splashing water onto themselves. But they were on my property and they were using up my water.

I got out of bed and got my pistol. My Glock 19. I inserted a magazine, and pulled back the slide.

It got jammed! I couldn't pull the slide back any further. A bullet got jammed in the chamber.

I attempted to pull back the slide and  chamber a round twice and both times the pistol got jammed.

I pulled back on the slide with force and it fell apart.

It was at this moment that I realized I was in the astral.

Glock makes excellent firearms. It's just not possible for a Glock to fall apart when I forcefully pull back the slide.

This was the queue that I was in the astral. In the astral things aren't always what they seem to be. A Glock doesn't simply fall apart.

I got out of my bed and walked out of the rear door. It leads to my back yard.

I made a right turn onto what would be my driveway but instead finding my driveway I found an enclosed area in which people were happily splashing around with my water supply.

"Get the FVCK out of here," I yelled at them.

But instead of leaving they seemed to be frolicking even more. I realized it was futile to yell at them and want to get them out so I retired to my quarters.

I woke up shortly afterwards and realized I had been in the astral. I had a lucid dream.

White Pink Pussy

 That's what I want. 

Yes, that's what I want. I want white pink pussy. 

 However, if anything black has ever touched it. I do not want it.

In My Oakland Home

 Now I'm in my Oakland home. And again I will make my attempt to astral project. I'll post the results later.

Fried Eggs and Spam

 As I mentioned in my last post I wanted to try astral projection from my new home in the Central Valley. And that's exactly what I did.

I got up a bit late this morning, it was sometime after 10 AM when I got up. I went to the kitchen and immediately set off to make my breakfast. I had fried eggs with Spam. Yes Spam. I know some people don't like it but I enjoy it with fried eggs. So my breakfast consisted of two fried eggs, a few slices of Spam, one small avocado and three yellow corn tortillas. I also had a couple of micheladas with my breakfast.

 

Afterwards I felt drowsy so I returned to my bed to lay down and take a nap. While napping I entered that state between the sleep and vigil state. It is in this state that Samael Aun Weor say's we should consciously attempt to leave our bodies and astral project.

I attempted to leave my body consciously but was unable. However, I was able to enter a vivid lucid dream, and an astral projection experience after a while. This was a strange astral projection experience. It felt more like a simple lucid dream or a series of visions.

At the moment when I found myself in that state between vigil and sleep I made an attempt to go to the factory I work at in Fremont, CA. I succeeded in entering a factory but it did not look like the Fremont factory. The factory I found myself in looked more modern. I saw several machines there and they all looked like more modern machines. As I walked the floor I felt the vision, the lucidity wanting to vanish. I made a mental effort to hold on to it and I found myself in a place that was surrounded by concrete walls. I have seen these walls in previous astral experiences so I made a mental effort to envision something else.

Eventually I found myself outside. I was in a large plaza or yard. It looked like those large yards or plazas that are between high sky-rises in large cities.

However the plaza I found myself in looked very rustic. Not modern at all. It reminded me of a plaza somewhere in Mexico or maybe even in the American southwest.

In my vision the walkway also had the same sand color as the building that is front and center. As I walked through the plaza I looked down and saw a lone mouse. Probably a desert mouse.

At this point I realized that the factory I had been in and the plaza I was now in were both empty of other people. This was strange because as I have written in previous posts the astral world is not empty, it is full of people. But in today's astral travel I saw no one else. It was just me. The only other living creature was that lone mouse I saw in the plaza.

Much Is Still Happening II (Huh?)

 Yes, this is "Much Is Still Happening II." The reason it's "II" is because I somehow skipped it earlier and went from "Much Is Still Happening" to "Much Is Still Happening III." 

Don't know how this happened, it just did. So here we are. Anyway, let us continue.

As I wrote in the previous post, I smudged my new place and set off the smoke alarms. Well, I'm going to smudge my place again this week, and if the smoke alarms are set off again, oh well, so they did, I'm gonna do it anyway.

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Now that I'm a bit settled into my new home I'm gonna start my astral projection practices again. I'm interested in knowing what the results will be in my new home in the Central Valley. I have had many astral travels in my home in the East Bay. Even when I went on a camp-out trip to the Oakland hills I had an astral travel experience (see my post "An Awesome Trip," posted June 6, 2021).

Much Is Still Happening IV

 This is my second week at my new place.

My initial intentions were to smudge this place ASAP. But I didn't  do it, until just now.

I began to smudge the place with white sage. I lit it and began to walk around the interior. Soon afterwards the smoke alarm went off. It began to sound and instructed me to evacuate.

 Hell NO! I'm smudging the place!

I put a wet towel over the smoke detector until it stopped. Now my place smells of white sage.

 

Much Is Still Happening III

 Last weekend I began to move into my new home in the central valley. This weekend is just a continuation of my move.

I have officially began to move into my new home. Even though I still work in the east bay ( https://www.sftravel.com/beyond-sf/east-bay ) I now officially live in the central valley ( I'm not providing very much information about my present home, I know. That is because weirdos are not allowed. )

Don't even think about it weirdos, you don't want to come over here. Don't stalk me. You'll find yourself pushing daisies. I'm just saying.

Much is Still Hapening

 Yes, much, very much is still happening. In my last post I wrote that I would work on having another astral projection experience but I have not been doing it because other more important things have been playing out in my life.

Soon I will begin my transition from my current home in the East Bay (S.F. Bay Area) to my new home in the Central Valley (California's Central Valley.)

For the last three months I have been working ardently in finding my new home and it has finally paid off. This weekend was my last weekend officially here in the east bay. Beginning next weekend my new home will be in the central valley. It's a small house in the outskirts of a main city. My new home is literally just three blocks away from farm land. To the west and north is the main city. To the east and south there is farmland. Lots and lots of farm land. And all around, the city is surrounded by farmland.

 

Central Valley California Farmland

 

After having lived in the east bay pretty much my entire life I will be making my transition to my new home in the valley this coming weekend. As a result I have been spending these last few days going out every night. I have been going out to most of the places that I know I will miss when I finally leave the east bay. Many of these places are in Berkeley, around the university. Many of the places are just off of Telegraph, south of the university. Other places are on Euclid Avenue, on the north side of the university. Other places are in downtown Berkeley, in the Shattuck Avenue and University Avenue area.

     

 Shattuck Avenue, Berkeley, California

Today I went to a long time occult shop in north Oakland. I purchased some white sage that I will use to smudge my new home when I move in next weekend. I also purchased plenty of incense to burn at my new place.

Telegraph and 40th, Oakland

As of this moment I'm in a small brewery in Berkeley. It's across the street from where the old Pyramid Alehouse was located.

Today is the last day of my four day weekend, tomorrow I return to work. And next weekend I will leave to my new home out in the valley, surrounded by lots of farm land.

This is the last day I get to officially spend a weekend in the place that has been my home for pretty much my entire life. Almost all fifty-six years of it. I will miss my old home. Oakland and Berkeley, I will miss you.

Much Has Happened

 Yes, much has happened since my last post.

I have had several lucid dreams, otherwise known as astral projection experiences.

I have not written about any of them. But I guess it's time to enter another one of my dreams. It's time to have another astral travel.

I will work on it these coming weeks. I say these coming weeks because my astral travels do not occur  on demand. I have to work at it. After I've worked on them for a while I will have an astral travel experience.

So, I will work on having an astral travel experience. Afterwards I will post it.

304 on the Street II

I enjoy listening to music when I'm here in my room. I've been doing it forever.

A couple of weekends ago I was listening to music on YouTube and came across a band I did not know about. I liked the music so much that I have a playlist of their music on my Spotify account. I also purchased two of their vinyl albums.

Something intrigued me as I was listening to some of their music on YouTube. It was the image of the lead singer for the band. I sat here and looked at the image I realized that what intrigued me is that it was her who I saw in the dream I posted about back in April 7, 2023. See my post titled "304 on the Street."

 

That brunette with the bob hair cut looked just like this chick:

Yeah, this is the woman I saw in that dream.

Night Out in My Hood

 I had a few astral travels this last week.

Of some I will not post here. Of one I will.

I found myself in my old bedroom. In this same house I still live in. My niece was to my right and her father, my brother in law was in front of me. He approached me. I do not know why. I smelled the scent of urine. I didn't like it.

I knew I was in the astral and that I could move around freely, so I did.

I stood up. I walked out the room and turned right, into the kitchen. I walked through the kitchen and through the living room. When I reached the front door I realized it had been closed shut with some nails.

It didn't have a door knob. Just some nails between the the door and the door jamb.

I removed the nails and opened the door. As I walked out I looked back and told those behind to secure the door behind me. I shut it close and was surprised that it closed and remained shut.

Outside I stepped down the stairs. I smelled something and didn't know what it was.

As I walked down the stairs and turned to my right I saw my neighbors had a bon fire on their front yard. I was smelling the smoke.

There were many people there. There were men but mostly women. The women were beautiful. As I walked down the stairs I knew they were watching me. I simply looked ahead and continued down the stairs.

It appeared as  if their party had overflowed onto the sidewalk. There were many people out on the sidewalk in front of my house and their house. As I walked through the crowd I attempted to dodge a woman but she got right in front of me.

"Of course she has to get right in front of me," I thought to myself. But I dodged her none-the-less.

I turned right and headed toward Foothill Boulevard then turned right again. As I walked eastward on Foothill Boulevard I saw a crowd of people who also had a bon fire going on. "Is this New York City?" I thought to myself. On the right side of the street was a group of people and they also had a bon fire going on.

I walked past them and continued along Foothill Boulevard towards Pancho's store. I already wrote about Pancho's store in the past see posts 

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As I walked half way down the block a black guy came up to me. He was offensive. I didn't like it.

He was encroaching into my private space.

He offended me. He rushed up on me so I had to go into the offense.

Not the defense. That's another hypothesis.

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I  turned right on 19th Avenue, I walked down the street.

The buildings along the street looked like stucco walled buildings. As I walked down the street I met some people who looked like Arab nomads. They were on my left side. Their building had a high wall. Some people were outside the building (wall). I saw both men and women. They were very dark skinned. Inside their wall they also had a 699-

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The 699 was the residence.

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The scenery was beautiful. The ambience was beautiful.

I began to walk down the street and to my surprise the guy who had approached me earlier and who I had kicked to the ground, reappeared. 

He was still menacing. He approached me in a menacing manner. Then another one like him also appeared.

Out of nowhere I found a rubber band. So I shot it at the second guy. I missed and he caught it.

He then began to aim it at my face. This worried me tremendously. He could may hit me in  an eye! Came to my thought. I covered my eyes and at the same time i wanted to remain fixed and challenge him. 

But I worried about my eyes.

Then I woke up in the physical, the vigil state.

You Earned That One Stupid

 Yes I did. I earned that one.

I'm just sitting here in my room, net surfing and listening to music. I reached over to get a beer. I dropped it, picked it up and thought about it for an instant. 

"Don't open the can," came to my mind. But nooooo. I had to open the can, and got sprayed in the face.

 

Now I feel stupid, but it's funny. I suppose I had to learn a lesson. But why did I have to learn any lesson? I already knew what would happen.

Oh my god! Am I insane?

The definition of insanity is to do the same thing and expect a different result.

I dropped a can of beer. It got shook up. I knew it was going to spray if I opened it. Why did I open it?

I don't know.

I got sprayed in the face. Now I feel Stupid.

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I was thirsty.

Desert Terrain II

 I was on  a balcony or patio similar to where Padme Amidala was on in the movie Star Wars. 

I was looking out and I saw a large building in the distance.

"It's a religious temple," said a man near me.

I focused and saw that it was a religious building. It was the same color as the surrounding terrain. Flat dark earth.

As I stood there it began  to dissolve. What I saw afterwards was just a dissolved building. What was left of it was just sand. Sand colored the same color as the surrounding terrain.

At this point my lucidity ended and I returned to a normal dream.

Desert Terrain

 I  have had several dreams.

In one dream I knew that I was in the astral. 

I do not remember all of the details. But as I was walking through a walkway I remembered that I was in the astral.

I refocused my attention on the scene at hand.

I remembered to observe the scene and observe everything. And so I did.

I walked around through a magnificent structure. All around me were magnificent structures.Far across from me was a structure that appeared to be made from the solid rock on the cliff side.

"That is a temple," said the guy next to me. As I looked at the structure I could definitely see the religious connotation. 

It indeed looked like a religious dwelling on the desert mountain side.

The guy next to me was black. 

But as I looked at the dwelling across the valley from me, the well defined structure began to look more like a run-down cave system. It already had the coloration of the desert surroundings, flat dark earth.

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Happy New Year Everyone!

 In retrospect, 2023 was a great year for me. In fact it has been my best year! Just like that.

So many great things have happened. I cannot write about all of them just now. Over the course of this new year, 2024, I will post more. For now, happy new year everyone!  

And happy old year!

2023, you were great!

Love you 2023!