The relationship between dream & death is sometimes indistinguishable for someone who has shifted into another state of consciousness. For example: lucid dreaming, near-death experiences & meditative trance-states, whether naturally or induced.
What is it that these things have in common?
Death. Dream. Gnosis.
I rather like being in places where the rules are different than what most people accept as reality!
SAMADHI is a good example.
For anyone unfamiliar with the term Samadhi:
a state of deep concentration in the object of meditation, a state of being totally aware of the present moment; one-pointedness of mind, the highest stage in meditation, in which a person experiences oneness with the universe. Comparable to a death/rebirth experience.
Your Will being in sync with the universe can happen during lucid dreaming, or other altered-consciousness experience (gnosis). Therefore enabling you to control your dreams & your waking LIFE, if you dare.
What I want to know is, how do these experiences affect thoughts & actions? How many are actually ready to embrace evolution of the mind? And how many lose their minds in the process?
Red or blue, which pill did you take?
"In sleep we dream of only two forms of government--anarchy and monarchy. Only kings and wild people populate my night. Monads and nomads. But in dream we are never ruled except by love or sorcery, which are the skills of chaotes and sultans. We do not rule--but we cannot and will not be ruled..."
TAT TVAM ASI
Showing posts with label lucid dreaming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lucid dreaming. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Lucid Dream: Hang Gliding!
I did some Oneiric ritual work before bed last night out on the pier...but I wasn't expecting this!
I was hang gliding in some sort of underground sci-fi looking place with lots of big tunnels. Others were gliding too, it was a very competitive atmosphere. It was like a mechanical roller coaster where you just had to jump and hold on for your life. And no one was wearing any protective gear. The drop wasn't too far, but it would probably break some bones if you fell or hit the tunnel walls. I was kicking ass! I felt confident and fearless. It was one of the most intense dream experiences of my life. I know exactly how and where to aim my energy to make things happen...
When I woke up, I looked up Hang Gliding at a few online dream interpretation websites:
Hang Gliding
To dream that you are hang gliding, symbolizes freedom in your personal life. It also represents trust and believing in destiny.
hang gliding
Freedom, transcendence over your challenges, or rising above everyday life. To dream you are hang gliding means a freedom (or a wish for freedom) from the limitations of your own mental, emotional, and physical challenges - and those in the world around you.
I was hang gliding in some sort of underground sci-fi looking place with lots of big tunnels. Others were gliding too, it was a very competitive atmosphere. It was like a mechanical roller coaster where you just had to jump and hold on for your life. And no one was wearing any protective gear. The drop wasn't too far, but it would probably break some bones if you fell or hit the tunnel walls. I was kicking ass! I felt confident and fearless. It was one of the most intense dream experiences of my life. I know exactly how and where to aim my energy to make things happen...
When I woke up, I looked up Hang Gliding at a few online dream interpretation websites:
Hang Gliding
To dream that you are hang gliding, symbolizes freedom in your personal life. It also represents trust and believing in destiny.
hang gliding
Freedom, transcendence over your challenges, or rising above everyday life. To dream you are hang gliding means a freedom (or a wish for freedom) from the limitations of your own mental, emotional, and physical challenges - and those in the world around you.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Shifting Reality: The Power of Words
written 10/19/06 Thursday 10 a.m.
After a night of deep sleep, I woke up to begin the daily routine. I got some things done & then ended up nodding off again. I didn't remember having any dreams all night long, but in this short time span of the nap, I had a really intense experience!
I had astrally projected and was hovering in the air looking down at us sleeping. I suddenly heard a loud knock at the front door, so I floated over to it and heard behind it, noises I can only describe as...science fictional aliens. I immediately thought of the Archons.
I felt myself about to panic. I floated back to our room and told my sleeping self "wake up, all you have to do is wake up! Open your eyes into the Waking for just a few seconds!" I struggled hard because there is no greater feeling than sleeping next to someone you love. But I woke myself up, looked around all disoriented, and opened my eyes wide thinking of my dream. I was still half asleep but awake enough to shift that part of my consciousness into play.
When I lied back down and re-entered my dream...(keep in mind all this time I am still a floating carbon copy hearing violent noises at the front door.)...something had changed. I realized there was a voice in my head that was not my own, feeding me words of doubt and fear. "CHORONZON," I said! "Yes-s-s-s" he replied. He began s-s-speaking with a s-s-slippery snake tongue the way he talks in The Sandman comics. He asked if I was afraid, I said no. He asked if I knew where I was, and I smiled and said "I am dreaming, I have control". "Ahh, yes you are right", he said. We had reached a compromise.
I projected him outside the door to whatever was behind it. The noises stopped, and I entered back into the Waking world.
I didn't have time to think, I was trying to absorb all that had happened. I was questioning if it was real. Was an archon was really trying to abduct us in my dream? (reading The Invisibles and Sandman comics will do this to your mind) Did I really wake up into the Waking or did I just wake into another dream that felt like reality? What was that place? I felt like I was experiencing two worlds at the same time.
Even now, I still question it, because of how clearly I remember all that happened. And the fact that the fictional stories that I have read actually reached that part of me, and had helped me, makes me understand something else by experience. The power of words. Grant Morrison and Neil Gaiman may not have realized it, but what they wrote were all-in-one survival handbooks for The Waking and The Dreaming.
We are all constantly evolving together, unknowingly. The Sandman and The Invisibles series made me think, reflect, and inspired me to project all of this to other people via musick. I know that someone out there is listening to the ritualistic dream album right now, conquering fears, folding time, and practicing "mind over matter" in their dream. If they would only embrace this gift and use it when they are awake too.
Answers truly do Come In Dreams...
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EUREKA!
After that dream, I have not been feeling grounded to earth. For the next few days I have been fighting off weak and dizzy spells. It sometimes felt like there was an invisible something trying to knock me down. It seemed I had to keep moving to see clearly. If I stayed still, everything around me would move (sober drunk-vision).
You know that state of mind you reach when you sit and meditate? Sometimes I enter disoriented, but am practicing a smoother transition. When I pass that transition, I feel like I am floating in the middle of a sphere (or cube). Then I become aware that I am still at the center and all around is swirling in a spiral. I become the eye of the tornado.
I wish I had been able to enjoy it more, but I had much work to do that involved clear thinking. All I wanted to do was sit alone for hours with my eyes shut feeling this feeling, but instead I found myself having to focus on...everything else...running errands all over town, cooking dinner, going to work, etc. (all the perks) Had I been at Burning Man, I would have been able to do all this and more. But no...not in this society. The thing I miss most about Burning Man is being on "playa time".
And now that I see and think clearly, I can smile because I have more understanding about worlds than I did previously. I used to experiment with dreaming when I was younger. But now I am on the other side; I brought dream into waking reality, instead of vice versa. I already knew that it was possible to shift consciousness at Will, but I learned how to experience multiple worlds at the same time. This ability might also perhaps be the key to the Other worlds than the waking and dreaming... but doing it well, is another thing...
"practice a thousand thousand times a thousand thousand and it is no longer thou that doeth it, but it that doest itself through thee."
After a night of deep sleep, I woke up to begin the daily routine. I got some things done & then ended up nodding off again. I didn't remember having any dreams all night long, but in this short time span of the nap, I had a really intense experience!
I had astrally projected and was hovering in the air looking down at us sleeping. I suddenly heard a loud knock at the front door, so I floated over to it and heard behind it, noises I can only describe as...science fictional aliens. I immediately thought of the Archons.
I felt myself about to panic. I floated back to our room and told my sleeping self "wake up, all you have to do is wake up! Open your eyes into the Waking for just a few seconds!" I struggled hard because there is no greater feeling than sleeping next to someone you love. But I woke myself up, looked around all disoriented, and opened my eyes wide thinking of my dream. I was still half asleep but awake enough to shift that part of my consciousness into play.
When I lied back down and re-entered my dream...(keep in mind all this time I am still a floating carbon copy hearing violent noises at the front door.)...something had changed. I realized there was a voice in my head that was not my own, feeding me words of doubt and fear. "CHORONZON," I said! "Yes-s-s-s" he replied. He began s-s-speaking with a s-s-slippery snake tongue the way he talks in The Sandman comics. He asked if I was afraid, I said no. He asked if I knew where I was, and I smiled and said "I am dreaming, I have control". "Ahh, yes you are right", he said. We had reached a compromise.
I projected him outside the door to whatever was behind it. The noises stopped, and I entered back into the Waking world.
I didn't have time to think, I was trying to absorb all that had happened. I was questioning if it was real. Was an archon was really trying to abduct us in my dream? (reading The Invisibles and Sandman comics will do this to your mind) Did I really wake up into the Waking or did I just wake into another dream that felt like reality? What was that place? I felt like I was experiencing two worlds at the same time.
Even now, I still question it, because of how clearly I remember all that happened. And the fact that the fictional stories that I have read actually reached that part of me, and had helped me, makes me understand something else by experience. The power of words. Grant Morrison and Neil Gaiman may not have realized it, but what they wrote were all-in-one survival handbooks for The Waking and The Dreaming.
We are all constantly evolving together, unknowingly. The Sandman and The Invisibles series made me think, reflect, and inspired me to project all of this to other people via musick. I know that someone out there is listening to the ritualistic dream album right now, conquering fears, folding time, and practicing "mind over matter" in their dream. If they would only embrace this gift and use it when they are awake too.
Answers truly do Come In Dreams...
------------------------------------------------
EUREKA!
After that dream, I have not been feeling grounded to earth. For the next few days I have been fighting off weak and dizzy spells. It sometimes felt like there was an invisible something trying to knock me down. It seemed I had to keep moving to see clearly. If I stayed still, everything around me would move (sober drunk-vision).
You know that state of mind you reach when you sit and meditate? Sometimes I enter disoriented, but am practicing a smoother transition. When I pass that transition, I feel like I am floating in the middle of a sphere (or cube). Then I become aware that I am still at the center and all around is swirling in a spiral. I become the eye of the tornado.
I wish I had been able to enjoy it more, but I had much work to do that involved clear thinking. All I wanted to do was sit alone for hours with my eyes shut feeling this feeling, but instead I found myself having to focus on...everything else...running errands all over town, cooking dinner, going to work, etc. (all the perks) Had I been at Burning Man, I would have been able to do all this and more. But no...not in this society. The thing I miss most about Burning Man is being on "playa time".
And now that I see and think clearly, I can smile because I have more understanding about worlds than I did previously. I used to experiment with dreaming when I was younger. But now I am on the other side; I brought dream into waking reality, instead of vice versa. I already knew that it was possible to shift consciousness at Will, but I learned how to experience multiple worlds at the same time. This ability might also perhaps be the key to the Other worlds than the waking and dreaming... but doing it well, is another thing...
"practice a thousand thousand times a thousand thousand and it is no longer thou that doeth it, but it that doest itself through thee."
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