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.

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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.

 

Dream Recollection II

 As I continue with my dream recollection exercises my dream recollection improves. Whereas in the beginning I could recollect only a few tidbits of information I'm now recollecting much more.

This morning I recorded another dream.

        Episode 1

 

I'm in an area that reminds me of Adams Point in Oakland. It's a hilly area on the west side of Lake Merritt. I used to live there many years ago.

I'm riding an electric bike. It is beige colored. It is low, such as in the low-rider fashion. I believe it is a low-rider bike.

I'm at a location and decide to ride away. Initially I'm riding down hill. I reach a cross street and make a left turn. Now I'm riding up hill. I'm pedaling the bike. Pedal-assist is on and the bike swiftly and effortlessly rolls up hill.

Just in front of me is a guy in a regular bike. He's pedaling his bike up hill. He is effortlessly pedaling up hill.

At the top of the hill is a building into which we both ride our bikes into what appears to be the entrance to the garage area or a lobby area. Towards the left is an elevator. The guy heads in that direction.

I pause in that lobby-like area. 

        Episode 2

 

 I'm still in what I believe to be the Lake Merritt area. Now I'm in the east side of the lake. I'm walking along the sidewalk. I'm observing the beautiful buildings and the lush gardening.

The buildings are tall, about ten stories high, maybe more. They appear to be apartment buildings. They are made of brick walls that give them the appearance of beautiful vintage buildings.

I see a few people outside. Some are sitting outside. I continue to admire the picturesque scene. I decide to take pictures with my phone. 

As I'm taking pictures I see a woman appear to want to hide her face. I say to her that I'm not photographing her.

        Episode 3

Someone is telling me a few things about those apartment buildings and the residents. He says that there are many rooms in those buildings and that the residents dress very well. 

I enter one of those buildings and walk along the halls. I remember that the guy telling me about these buildings and the residents had also said that the rooms were not actually rooms. 

As I walk through one of the hall ways I see what he meant. The living quarters are not actually fully walled in.The living quarters look more like enclosures in museums. They are enclosures built into the walls without any type of wall nor door on the hallway side of living quarter.

 

Each living quarter is made of two spaces. A larger space that serves as the main living quarters and a smaller space that serves as a closet or storage space. Some residents use the smaller space as a display for any collection of items. One resident has a collection of very beautiful and fancy shoes and boots.

I walk along the hallway and observe the main living quarters of another resident. His bed is plainly visible. I continue along the hallway and I reach a vendor. She's an Asian woman who is selling  various figurines. They are figurines of people, animals, etc. They appear to be made of jade but may be glass. They are a pale green color. I ask if they are jade or glass and she says they are glass.

 

They are beautiful none-the-less and decide that I would like to have one. My attention is drawn to one of a squatting boy. He's wearing a brimmed hat. The head of the figurine comes off at the neck. The figurine is actually an ink container for a fountain or quill pen. I believe it's a figurine of Huckleberry Finn. I pick up the figurine and see the price underneath it. The price is $43. I decide it's a bit too much and wish it was more like $23. I decide to not buy it and I put it back down. 

        Episode 4

I want to leave the building so I head towards the stairwell at the end of the hall. As I'm walking down the stairs I encounter another man in the stairwell. I tell him I want to leave the building and if he can show me the way out. He tells me to continue down the stairs and at the bottom is a door. He tells me something about the door handle/knob but I don't remember what he said. For some reason I decide to walk back up the stairs. As I'm walking back up the stairs I notice that the entire inside of the stairway and even the hallways themselves are made of or covered in colorful tile work. Even the hand rails are covered in beautiful and colorful tile work.

 

        Episode 5 

 I'm outside again. I look back at the building(s) I have just exited. I see their outer brick facades and remember the beautiful, colorful tile work on the inside.

I see that at least one, maybe more, of the buildings is cone shaped. The building I'm looking at is a multi-story, conical-shaped building with outer brick walls.

 

        Episode 6

As I'm standing there observing the scene I see many of the locals walking along the sidewalks. Almost all of them are very well dressed in their own ways. They're wearing colorful suits and matching shoes. One guy is dancing along the sidewalk. 

I look up the street but instead of a paved street I see a river. I can see the sidewalks along the banks of the river and the buildings along the sidewalks.

The river is full. The water is running down stream at a very fast rate. I realize that the river flows into Lake Merritt.

 

There are people outside and along the sidewalk. Three guys suddenly jump into the water and let the current carry them away. At first I don't see any danger in them doing so as long as they can stay afloat. The water will simply carry them down stream into Lake Merritt where the waters are tranquil. There they can simply swim out. But then I realize there are large rocks/boulders just under the surface of the water and it dawns on me that the rushing water can hurl a person onto them causing serious or even fatal injuries. 

 

The Protests

 Sitting here in my living room watching a live stream of the protests taking place in Los Angeles. I see a squad of law enforcement in full riot gear advancing forward. A guy holding up a US/Mexican flag is in their path.

The protesters are basically disarmed. Maybe they have some stones in their back packs to throw at the goon squad, but otherwise they are basically disarmed.

As I sit here and watch, the thought comes to mind that here ladies and gentlemen, is why we have the Second Amendment. Imagine if the protesters were armed. There's no doubt in my mind that ICE agents would've concluded that they are not wanted there by the people and they would've promptly left. The goon squad would've did the same thing.

The thought also came to mind, that many of those protesters support the very same politicians that want to take away their right to bear arms.

Tsk, tsk. Such a sad situation. 

There's no doubt in my mind that somewhere in this great country, there are some crackers watching and gloating at the prospect of ICE agents deporting those they deem undesirable.

The reality is that the Second Amendment is multi-faceted. It's there so that we may protect ourselves from would-be predators AND haters, A.K.A., White Supremacists, Fascists, etc.

 So as I sit here and watch the protesting taking place in my community, the Latino community, I'm perfectly aware that there are also crackers watching and gloating over what they see.

I also sit here and thank the founding fathers for being mindful, so thoughtful, of including the Second Amendment in our Bill of Rights so that we may defend ourselves not just against a tyrannical government but also against fascist regimes, both political and civilian.

Yeah, so as I sit here and watch the protests going on, I think of all the fascist crackers sitting at home and gloating over what they see. My message to them is, the Second Amendment allows me to protect myself also against them.

See my previous posts:

Mossberg 500, posted July 21, 2019

AR-15, posted August 14, 2019

Glock 19, posted September 10, 2019

Benelli SBE II, posted November 27, 2019    

357 Magnum, posted February 17, 2020

Ruger American, posted August 18, 2020

Henry 45-70, posted July 13, 2023

 

Dream Recollection

 It's been quite a while since I had an astral travel experience. It's actually quite common for me to not have any lucid dreams for prolonged periods and then start having them frequently. I have them more frequently when I practice certain exercises taught in Samael Aun Weor's books.

I also know from experience that when I make attempts to remember my dreams upon waking up my recollection becomes more keen. So last night I went to bed with the intention of remembering my dreams upon waking up. Of course it was a success. It always is. We dream every night, we just don't remember our dreams all of the time. But if we make effort to recollect our dreams immediately upon waking up we will remember more and more of our dreams.

 From last night I remember a couple of dream episodes.

Episode one: I'm riding my electric bike on a hill. I believe I was going downhill but came across some heavy traffic. I didn't want to be stuck in the traffic so I went over the center island and got on the opposite side of the road and began to head back up hill.

That is all I can actually recollect from that episode.

Episode two: I enter a place that appears to be a hotdog spot. It's in the lobby of building. There is a counter towards my right. There are people inside, some are at the counter. The guy making the hotdogs is on the other side of the counter. He is very energetic and enthusiastic about his hotdogs. He makes the best hotdogs. He happily serves his customers. I'm standing at the counter watching him. He says something to me about his hotdogs, about how great they are as he consumes a couple of them himself.

As I watch him I realize he looks like the Iranian guy on this video.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtDOI8LSn-o 

He's at 3:00, but instead of preparing shish kabobs he is preparing hotdogs.

After a while I turn around and walk out. Outside the hotdog place I find myself in what looks like the lobby of the building. At one corner I see a vintage gambling machine. It's a poker machine. Presumably three people can play against the machine at the same time. There are privacy dividers between to presumably prevent the players from seeing each others' cards. But the dividers have see-through screens which allow the players to cheat and see each others' cards.

The poker machine is not actually used for gambling anymore. It is just a relic of an antique gambling machine. I think there was a sign describing what it was used for and it said that the machine was actually allowed in London.

This is pretty much all I can remember from this episode. 

There was at least one other dream episode but I don't remember much about it.

I've Been Gone for A While

 Yeah, I've been gone from this blogger thing for a while. I simply haven't had any desire to post anything. Much has happened but I simply have no desire to post.

This last January I took a much needed vacation. I went to Mexico for a couple of weeks. My family comes from a small town out in the boonies. I wrote about this in a previous post. See "Off to Mexico, I went", posted January 17, 2020.

In this town festivities take place for an entire week, roughly from January 6 to the 12th. There are fireworks, live music, food, vendors, etc. So that is the main attraction. That is why we return to that small town out in the middle of nowhere every December and January. The rest of the year there is nothing to do there. Literally. There are no bars, no theaters, no museums, no good restaurants, etc. Exactly how people survive in that small town is beyond me.

So, this past January I went back to that town. I lay in bed and went to sleep. I had a dream which turned into a lucid dream. Not much happened. Nothing that I really cared to write about. It was a short astral projection experience and nothing more. Probably triggered by the change in ambience. I was in a distant town in a foreign country.

I returned home and again I had another short astral projection experience. Again, it was mostly insignificant to me. Probably triggered again by the change in ambience; I was back home.

The only thing worth writing about is that in one of those astral projection experiences I found myself in what appeared to be a hill or mountain side. I was walking along a path heading in a downward direction when I became lucid and realized that I was in the dream world.

As I have done in the past I decided to jump and see if I would float. Yes I floated. I actually came back down on my back and landed on a large boulder. Fortunately in the astral the landings are gentle. The laws of gravity in the astral world are much different than in our physical world. In the astral world when we jump we float and come back down gently.

After coming back down from my leap I decided to not jump again. Even though we come down gently I didn't like the idea of coming down on a boulder.

From the hill, or mountain side, I could see out into the distance. It was a beautiful scene. The path I was on was lush and green, covered and surrounded by mosses and various lush green plants.

 This type of scene is very common during my astral travels. I often times find myself in or around lush green forests, parks, hills, mountains, etc. Often but not always. There are times when I find myself in barren scenes. Sometimes I find myself inside of buildings in which the walls are concrete and barren. 

Anyway, I've been gone for a while from this blogger. Not sure how long I'll be away from it again.

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 a 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 of 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.

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.