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. 

  Update: The cafe I was talking about above in item #1 is still there. It's actually a block further up the street at College Avenue and Bancroft Way. But in the dream the cafe was not there. And the street I turned left in item #2 would be Bowditch, not Telegraph. I was off by a block in my dream recollection.  

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.