sterlingknight
18th May 2009, 06:14 PM
I got up early Thursday morning to use the bathroom, and on my way back to bed, I glanced at the bottom of the window, and I wondered what I'd do if I happened to see some spirit or ghost or wraith, or whatever staring back at me, and I imagined it, and then I figured I was glad I didn't have an active pineal gland which would probably allow me to see into the Real Time-Zone and the creatures there. "No, thanks," I said to myself. I don't really wanna see into other dimensions only to see some mischievous creature or astral wildlife staring back at me.
I had a smoke and went back to bed . . . and just at that delicate point when drifting off to sleep--we've all been conscious of it, I'm sure--my consciousness automatically shifted into a state of awareness; I was in the vastness of space in my mind. I knew instantly that my body was asleep but my mind was fully awake. It was almost as when I did energy work, but there weren't any of the massive energy movements behind my closed eye-lids.
I wanted to project, have a conscious exit; I wanted to stimulate my chakras (energy centers); I wanted to do energy work and feel the vibrations, and I wanted to do all this simultaneously!
As I tried to bounce my energy body, I felt it heave up, and I saw the movement in space. I saw my legs fly up under my bed covers and knock down a shelf with a potted plant above the foot of my bed, and I got up to set things right, and I thought, F**k, my futon's ♥♥♥♥ed up, and that's when I saw my room: I was lying down; there is no shelf above the foot of my bed, and there is no potted plant.
A split-second of panic overtook me when I found I couldn't move, but within that same split-second, I knew what was happening: waking paralysis. I told myself to relax, and a second later, I could move. I raised myself up and looked around--the same-as-always messy room.
I rolled over on my side and fell asleep, and I dreamed of the most beautiful brunette. Her head rested as if in my lap. I leaned over and gently kissed her, at which time she looked at me.
"You were there, and you're just so beautiful," I said.
She got up and held me tight, and she whispered in my ear, "You'll take a wrong turn tomorrow. Don't do it."
And I won't go in to what we did next....
As far as I know, Thursday went alright--no big decisions, no turns, left or right or right or wrong . . . as far as I can tell.
I wondered what it all meant.
I retired earlier than usual on Thursday night. I wanted to repeat the trance state I found myself in the previous night, except this time I'd control it, do some energy work, stimulate my chakras, do a conscious exit and FIND MY DISC!
But it never happened.
I finally turned on my side and fell asleep.
I got up at 3 a.m. to use the bathroom, and my wife was up making coffee . . . Yeah. She was watching some Bette Midler movie, or something.
I went back to bed and to sleep.
Some time after, I heard talking, and it came from behind me: "Well, #$%&." I knew what was said at the time, but I just can't remember it, and I thought it was strange, like, What's going on?
I rose and looked behind myself, and I was startled, to say the least. In fact, seeing a boy of about six years of age sitting there in technicolor scared me enough to blurt, "AH!" or "WAH!" or something of that nature, but he was smiling, and there was nothing really scary about him. Then he faded, but I could still see the colors of his image, then of his outline, even after I lay back down and got up and looked again.
I was up again at six, drank some water and had a smoke and a good recollection of what had happened, but I wished I could remember what the kid had said, and I was happy I had four more hours to sleep.
I tried, unsuccessfully, to slip into that trance state, but it just wasn't happening.
I had a smoke and went back to bed . . . and just at that delicate point when drifting off to sleep--we've all been conscious of it, I'm sure--my consciousness automatically shifted into a state of awareness; I was in the vastness of space in my mind. I knew instantly that my body was asleep but my mind was fully awake. It was almost as when I did energy work, but there weren't any of the massive energy movements behind my closed eye-lids.
I wanted to project, have a conscious exit; I wanted to stimulate my chakras (energy centers); I wanted to do energy work and feel the vibrations, and I wanted to do all this simultaneously!
As I tried to bounce my energy body, I felt it heave up, and I saw the movement in space. I saw my legs fly up under my bed covers and knock down a shelf with a potted plant above the foot of my bed, and I got up to set things right, and I thought, F**k, my futon's ♥♥♥♥ed up, and that's when I saw my room: I was lying down; there is no shelf above the foot of my bed, and there is no potted plant.
A split-second of panic overtook me when I found I couldn't move, but within that same split-second, I knew what was happening: waking paralysis. I told myself to relax, and a second later, I could move. I raised myself up and looked around--the same-as-always messy room.
I rolled over on my side and fell asleep, and I dreamed of the most beautiful brunette. Her head rested as if in my lap. I leaned over and gently kissed her, at which time she looked at me.
"You were there, and you're just so beautiful," I said.
She got up and held me tight, and she whispered in my ear, "You'll take a wrong turn tomorrow. Don't do it."
And I won't go in to what we did next....
As far as I know, Thursday went alright--no big decisions, no turns, left or right or right or wrong . . . as far as I can tell.
I wondered what it all meant.
I retired earlier than usual on Thursday night. I wanted to repeat the trance state I found myself in the previous night, except this time I'd control it, do some energy work, stimulate my chakras, do a conscious exit and FIND MY DISC!
But it never happened.
I finally turned on my side and fell asleep.
I got up at 3 a.m. to use the bathroom, and my wife was up making coffee . . . Yeah. She was watching some Bette Midler movie, or something.
I went back to bed and to sleep.
Some time after, I heard talking, and it came from behind me: "Well, #$%&." I knew what was said at the time, but I just can't remember it, and I thought it was strange, like, What's going on?
I rose and looked behind myself, and I was startled, to say the least. In fact, seeing a boy of about six years of age sitting there in technicolor scared me enough to blurt, "AH!" or "WAH!" or something of that nature, but he was smiling, and there was nothing really scary about him. Then he faded, but I could still see the colors of his image, then of his outline, even after I lay back down and got up and looked again.
I was up again at six, drank some water and had a smoke and a good recollection of what had happened, but I wished I could remember what the kid had said, and I was happy I had four more hours to sleep.
I tried, unsuccessfully, to slip into that trance state, but it just wasn't happening.