Finally

 Finally! It me longer than I expected to have another lucid dream. I guess it's because I simply haven't been practicing my exercises as consistently as I should. But after many attempts I finally succeeded.

I went to bed and fell asleep. I went into a dream. I was somewhere waiting for one of my brothers. We were supposed to go somewhere. I don't recall exactly where I was but I keep getting glimpses, or flashes, of scenes. Here are some of those glimpses:

1. I'm at a corner. I'm at the upper end of a street that is on a hill. The corner reminds me of the corner of Bancroft Way and Bowditch Street in Berkeley. Many years ago there used to be a cafe there. I went to that cafe many times. The cafe is not there anymore. The building itself is not there anymore. An entirely different building is there now. In the dream I feel as if this is the corner I'm standing at. But the cafe is not there. Instead there is a small booth at the sidewalk. It's like those small booths where security personnel are stationed.

 2. I'm walking down that same street, Bancroft Way, at the next street I turn left. This street would be Telegraph Avenue. Nothing there looks like the Telegraph Avenue I'm know. To my right there are buildings. To my left I see woods, as if I'm in a forest. Since I'm in Berkeley I want to get something to eat. I want to go somewhere where I can get some food that I can't get anywhere else. There's a Top Dog there. There's a burger place there also. I'm thinking of getting both a hotdog and a hamburger.

 

3.  I'm at home. I know it's my house but it looks very different from my house. There are two guys there. They are flipping a quarter to decide who does something. I don't know what it is that one of them has to do but they are flipping a quarter to decide who does it. The guy on the left flips the quarter, it bounces off the table and goes directly into a bottle. Now they have to flip the quarter again.

In the dream the guy on the right rents a room from me. There is something I want him to do. I tell him about it and he refuses. Great! Now I have a reason to evict him.

I'm not certain why I would even have a roommate in the dream. I live alone and I do not want any roommates. So when the guy refuses to follow my instructions I see this as the perfect opportunity to evict him and tell him to leave.

4. I'm still at home. I realize there is a water leak. It's coming from upstairs.I proceed to go upstairs to find the source of the water leak. I walk up some stairs to the second floor but I don't see any source of a leak. I walk upstairs to the third floor and I still do not see any source of a leak. I walk up to the fourth floor. Here all the rooms are very small. As if they were made for pets. As I look around I think to myself that this floor was probably made for the owners' pets; cats, dogs, etc.

I also realize that the house is much larger than it appears to be from the outside. I think of how much smaller it looks from the outside and how much living space it actually has in the inside. It's a four story house. In real life my house is a single story house. It does look small from the outside, but it's very ample on the inside.

5. I realize I reached the top floor and have not found the source of the water leak. But I continue to walk around and eventually I find a room that is completely flooded with water. This is the source of the water leaking all the way downstairs. I just need to find out how the water is getting into that room.

Up to this point everything has been just a dream. I'm merely recollecting bits and pieces (fragments) of the dream. As I stand there on the top floor I finally wake up. I don't wake up in the physical body, I wake up in the astral body. I become aware (conscious) that I'm in a dream (the astral world).

From this point on I'm awake and having an astral travel experience.

I decide to leave the house. I begin to walk back in the direction I came from. As I'm walking through the house, retracing my steps I see that all the walls a colorfully painted. Not all the walls are the same color. The wall in front may be a light blue, the wall on the left may be yellow, and the wall on the right may be still another color. All the interior walls appear to be made of concrete or stucco; just like some exterior walls are constructed.

 I continue to walk downstairs and through the house until I reach the front door. I walk outside. As I step outside I realize that the steps leading down to the sidewalk are very large. They are not like the steps or stairs in residential homes. They look like the steps in front of large office buildings.

 When I walk out of my house I feel as if I walked out of the building in the picture above and am standing at the top those steps.

In front of me to my right I see a parked car. Two elderly women leave the car and are walking up the steps.

Straight ahead and slightly to my left I see the rooftops of many houses. I'm seeing the rooftops as if I were on higher ground and the houses I'm looking at are on lower ground.

 At his point I return to my physical body. I wake up and find myself in my bed. I lay there and try to recollect as much of my experience as possible and am happy that I succeeded, finally. 

Bumps in the Night

Anyone who has spent a night alone at home, or anywhere else, knows about those bumps in the night. Those eerie sounds that are heard at night. A squeak, a bump, something falling or scattering. Those sounds can be unnerving. Specially when you live alone and sleep alone as I do.

I'm not new to these noises. I hear them quite often. Most are easily explained. A loose board, something being blown by the wind, wild animals, etc.

Sometimes there's no explanation, specially when accompanied by other strange phenomena.

Last night I stayed up late.

I'm sitting at my desk table in the living room. It's just a little past midnight. I'm glued to the computer screen. I'm watching a video on YouTube. If I remember correctly it's a video about King Henry VIII. It's about his horrible eating habits. The man was a true glutton.

I'm sitting there watching the video, very attentive. Suddenly I hear a sound. It sounds as if two clay or ceramic objects come in contact with each other and make a low grinding and clinking sound. As if someone was setting down a clay pot on a clay dish and a dragging clinking sound is made. The sound is very sudden and not very loud. But I hear it none-the-less. 

 I immediately look up from the screen. Directly in front of me is another table. I have three plants on it, actually four, but I often refer to two of them as a single plant because there two in the same pot. On one end of the table is a peace lily, I named it Lily. At the other end of the table closest to me is a pot with two plants. Both are dracaena plants. I call them The Twins. I acquired both in the same pot from the store and they have been together ever since. In the middle is the third plant. It's a money tree plant. I named it Mari because it looks like marijuana. 

In front of that table is another smaller table with another plant. It's an areca palm. I named that one Pam. 

 

So there I am, watching a video. I hear the bump in the night. I immediately look up and to my surprise I see The Twins swaying. It's a gently sway. The Twins are the two dracaena plants closest to me. This baffles me. Makes me wonder why they're swaying. I wonder if my cat is nearby and maybe bumped onto the table. I get up and walk over and take a look around the table. The cat's not there.

I heard the bump, my chair didn't move. My table didn't move. I didn't see anything else move. But I saw The Twins swaying as if blown by wind or as if they had been bumped onto.

I decide to investigate further. I go to my office where I keep the security camera recorder. I log into the security system and look at the footage. I see myself sitting at the table very attentive on the video I'm watching. Suddenly I see The Twins and Lily both swaying at the same time as if blown by wind or as if they had been bumped onto by something. To my surprise Mari, which sits between The Twins and Lily is not swaying at all. Neither is Pam which is on the smaller table right in front of the other plants. 

This really baffles me. I review the footage several times. I want to see if I missed something. But nothing else is there. It's just me watching the video. I see myself look up after hearing the bump. I see only The Twins and Lily swaying gently. Nothing else moves.

After reviewing the footage several times I return to my table and sit down. I reach out and very lightly tap the table in front of me, the one with the plants. A very gentle tap causes all the plants to shake a little. All the plants, including Mari in the middle. But in the footage I saw only The Twins and Lily swaying. 

Fucking unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable.

This didn't scare me. I've had many paranormal encounters in the past. This is just the most recent. 

My Astral Travels

 I had decided to not write about my astral travels, my lucid dreams. But I have given it more thought and have decided that there is nothing wrong with sharing my experiences with the general public through this blog.

However, there are some instances in which I will not divulge my experiences. In the astral, and in our dreams, we sometimes encounter entities that are real. These entities can be helpers. They can help us, they can instruct us. This can be very personal. I will not divulge anything that is very personal nor anything that is forbidden for me to  divulge. But my general experiences, the places I go to, the sites I see, the entities I encounter (unless prohibited), the creatures I encounter, etc., I will write about.

That being said, it's been a very long time since I have had an astral travel experience. Mostly because I have not been practicing my exercises. But now I will continue with my exercises. I practice pranayama, specifically and exercise called ham-sah. I also practice the faraon mantra. These exercises are discussed in detail in many of the books written by Samael Aun Weor. Anyone wishing to explore the astral world can get instructions from his books. One particular book is "Dream Yoga" by Samael Aun Weor.

One day while searching for books on Amazon I found another similarly titled book. It was written by someone else. I didn't bother reading the book. The title was to similar to Samael Aun Weor's book title. Made me wonder if the other writer was plagiarizing.

Anyway, here I go. I'm gonna continue with my exercises. From past experience it can take anywhere from a couple of weeks to a couple of months before I wake up in the dream world. I'll post my updates later. 

 

MAGAts Are Idiots

 MAGAts are disgusting creatures. They are not known to be bright. They are very dim, actually their bulbs are completely burned out.

 

MAGAts hate brown people. Trump and his regime hate brown people. Trump promised the MAGAts that he would get rid of "those illegals." Those "illegal immigrants. Reading between the lines he meant to say Latinos. He accused "those illegals" of draining the system of its social benefits. This infuriated the MAGAts. In their eyes, if Trump would get rid of "those illegals" there would be more of these social benefits for themselves.  MAGAts were envisioning larger freebie checks. They voted for Trump in droves.

WTF did the MAGAts believe? Did they believe Trump cared about them? Evidently they did, and there are many left-over MAGAts who still believe he cares for them. They never took notice that when Trump was elected he had a meeting with American oligarchs, not with the American people. He had a meeting with CEOs of large, well known, US based international businesses, not with the common MAGAts that voted for him. Trump was more interested in reaching agreements with the oligarchs. No town meetings with the MAGAts to further hear their concerns. Trump was finished with them. He got what he wanted; their vote. Once he got what he wanted the MAGAts went to the back burner. Just keep them there until needed again.

And if Trump can really have it his way he will never have any need for his MAGAts again. He had already told them that all he wanted was their vote. The MAGAts didn't read between the lines. They didn't understand that he doesn't care about them. He told them he just wanted their votes, never did he say that he cared for them. And he has shown it. He has taken away various types of public assistance from everyone including his MAGAts. Now the MAGAts that thought they would get larger freebie checks are finding out that Trump is taking benefits from them too.

 He had already told them that if they voted for him they would never have to vote again. The MAGAts didn't read between the lines. He meant what he said. He wants to do away with voting. He wants to do away with Democracy. He wants an oligarchy where he and his cronies are at the top and control everything and the masses are just their subjects, never allowed to vote again.

The MAGAts never saw this coming. They are idiots, filled with hate. They hate brown people and they voted for Trump because he shares that same hate with them. But little did they know that Trumps is full of hate. Not only does he hate brown people, he hates his opponents regardless of their color. He already told the world. He told the world that he hates his opponents. His MAGAts haven't realized this yet, but he hates them too.

WTF did the MAGAts expect? They voted with their hate for a hate filled monster and now the world has to deal with their stupidity.

 

 MAGAts are such repulsive, disgusting, creatures. MAGAts are idiots. They are not smart. Trump said that too but in an indirect manner. Trump said "Smart people don't like me." He was correct, smart people don't like him, dumb people do. Trump implied that less smart people like him. The MAGAts didn't catch this. Dear Leader considers his followers stupid.

Green River and Wood Grain

This will most likely be the last astral travel experience that I post about.

Traveling in the astral is a magical experience. The astral world is the world we will all go to when we close our eyes and go to sleep for the last time never to return to this life again.

Being able to enter the astral world and see it beforehand is a great experience. I'm happy to have had many opportunities to experience lucid dreams, OBE, or astral travels, whatever you want to call it. It has certainly made me less afraid of the afterlife. Having been there already I know what it looks like. It's magical. In many respects it is very much like our physical world. There are people, there are animals, there are cities, there are forests, etc. But it is also very different from our world. The same natural laws that apply here do not apply there. We are lighter. We can jump and stay afloat. We can walk out in the rain and not get wet. The colors are more vivid and scintillating. There are creatures there that don't exist here. Walking through a doorway or a window can lead us into an entire different scene, like walking through a portal into another world.

My most recent astral trip started as a normal dream, as is the case most of the time. Wednesday night I went to bed and fell asleep. I went into a dream.

Episode 1 

I'm riding my electric bike along a dirt trail in the hills. I reach a point where I turn left and the path goes downhill. As I'm riding downhill I suddenly remember that I forgot my backpack. I turn  back to retrieve it. I return to the place where I was meeting with a man and having a conversation.

"I forgot my back and am back to get it." I said to him. 

He invites me to some coffee but I decline and tell him I will accept a rain check and we can have coffee at a later date. He agrees and begins to write on a sheet of paper. It is an IOU for a cup of coffee. The rain check.

But a second man appears out of nowhere and takes the rain check. The first man proceeds to write another one for me. 

Episode 2

I'm back on my electric bike. Now I'm riding back up the hill I had been on earlier. Suddenly the dirt road turns into a thick flowing river of green pudding. I'm going against the thick green waves of pudding. I call it green pudding because that is what it resembles. It's green like the color of jade. It's opaque and viscous. But it flows more like warm honey or some thick hot syrup.

As I continue to ride uphill against the downhill flow of the green pudding river I become lucid. I realize that I'm in a dream.

 

Sweeeeet! I've been waiting for this moment. Now that I'm awake in my dream I consciously continue uphill.

Episode 3

At some point I find myself inside of a building or cabin that I believe is at the top of the hill I was on. I stand there in a room conscious of my lucidity. I remember how exiting the building we're in can lead us to a completely different scene (world) so I decide to go out and explore the astral. I do this often when I'm astral projecting.

I see a door and decide to go through it. It leads to a staircase that goes down. I begin to walk down the stairs. As I do I take note of the steps on the stairs. They are made of solid wood. The wood grain is clearly visible. It's beautiful. It looks like a golden brown oak wood grain. I observe the rest of the staircase and see that it is entirely made of the same solid wood. The wood grain is very beautiful. As I reach a door at one of the stairway landings I notice that even the door knob is made of wood. It also shows the same beautiful wood grain.

Episode 4

I walk through that door and find myself in a small kitchen. The floor is also solid wood. The walls are made of wood panels. There is a round table and one or two chairs and they are also made of the same solid wood. The wood grain is splendid. I'm positive it's a golden oak wood grain.

 

There is a tumbler on the table. It is full of milk. At this moment I realize that I'm a bit hungry so I pick up the tumbler and begin to drink the milk. As I drink the milk I begin to get glimpses of green foliage, as if I were getting glimpses of a forest or the woods. 

It's common for scenes to gradually shift and change from one scene into another when we're in the astral. And that is what I was expecting when I began to get glimpses of green foliage as I drank the milk. Sweeeet, I though to myself. I'm going into another scene, realm, world, etc.

Unfortunately this didn't happen. Instead I gradually began to lose my lucidity and within a few moments I awoke back on my bed in my room.

- - - - -

I lay there in bed and attempted to recollect as much as I could about this astral trip and the normal dreams that had led up to the lucid state. 

I lay there in bed, motionless with my eyes closed. Suddenly the alarm sounded. It was 4:30 am Thursday morning. Time for me to get up and get ready for the work day. 

The Face of the Black Lodge

 Anyone who has been reading most of my posts will know that I have mentioned the black lodge, black magicians, etc. See the following posts:

Our First Lady: November 10, 2016 

The Black Magician, June 3, 2017 

Two Temples, May 8, 2020 

I have read many of Samael Aun Weor's books. He discusses in length the difference between the white lodge and the black lodge and their modes of operation. I have also been aware that the black lodge holds many high places. As a result I often times wondered who these black magicians in high places are, or who they could be. 

Well, I don't wonder about it as much anymore. At least four prominent ones have been on the news lately.

 

Marseilles

 I'm sitting here at home watching videos on YouTube. I really enjoy watching videos about the paranormal, extraterrestrials, UFOs, and conspiracy theories. The video I'm watching now is about Princess Diana's last words before her fatal accident. 

"Diana spoke about reptilians the night before the accident" is the title of the video.

I haven't watched the whole video yet. It has just started. But I decided to pause the video and make this post.

So here's the scoop. A few years ago I had one of those lucid dreams, astral travels, out of body experiences, or whatever you want to call it. I have had many of them, but this particular one stands out because it was the one that lasted the longest. It was lasting so long that I began to wonder how much longer it was going to be before I returned to the vigil (waking) state.

Eventually I did return to the physical world. And when I woke up I clearly remembered asking a man what the name of the town was. It sounded like he had said Mercier. It sounded French to me. Upon waking up I decided to do some research to find out if that town existed and if so, where. I was mostly unsuccessful but I did discover that there is a town called Mercier in Quebec, Canada. I researched that town and was left feeling that this isn't the town I had visited in the astral. After some time I gave up the research. It wasn't very important to me anyway. I just wanted to make a connection between the town I had visited in the astral and a possible real-life town.

Now, back to today. As I sat and watched the video I heard the narrator mention a town called Marcielles. It is in France. I paused the video. Got on this blogger to post about it and did a little research. I discovered that Marcielles is indeed a town in France. Although it is spelled different it is pronounced similar to Mercier. Now I'm thinking that the man in that astral travel experience probably said Marcielles, not Mercier.

I looked at pictures of Marcielles, France, and yes, those pictures do remind me of that town I visited in the astral. The town I visited in the astral was next to a large body of water. Just like Marcielles, France.