12 January 2021
Out of body experience - astral projection - lucid dream
Started off a bevy of strange and mostly nonsensical experiences this morning by projecting from a dream. Was dreaming that I was sorta flying around a bit. For whatever reason, while in the dream I said some words - they were a few syllabus strung together, I think four of them, each one monosyllabic. I don't know why, I think I was just experimenting. I saw what looked like a phoenix appear - like a majestic, flaming bird. It was visible only for a moment or two, then vanished again. Oddly, the sky turned dark and it began to rain. I thought this was weird, and also figured, heck, I seem to be in a position where I can project from here, I am not enjoying this rain business, so let's blow this pop stand!
I started saying my usual command, until I felt myself finally start to float up, and began to move. I seemed to be moving through some vastly large indoor space. I saw what looked like an elderly woman popping wheelies on a bike. Hmmm. Further on, there were lots of rooms, with people doing various activities. I don't know why but I got the sense of it being part of the afterlife somehow. I asked if it was the afterlife, and my helper said yes. I said I thought the afterlife would be outdoors, like in a beautiful forest, and asked if there were any of this that was outdoors, and was told again, yes. All the activities people were doing were things that they didn't get to do in their lives. Maybe due to fear or circumstance. I guess that explains the little old lady who was popping wheelies LOL
I figured, well, I've never asked to see any of my deceased relatives before, so if I'm here, why not? I put out that intention and saw what seemed to be my grandmother. It looked like she was part of some kinda sewing circle or whatever. She seemed happy, came over and hugged me and said "I'm so glad you're here!" I hugged her and cried.
I came to, and altho I felt drained, exhausted, and just wanted to fall asleep and/or have another experience, forced myself to write down my notes. Then, when that was done, I slipped into a very strange, nonsensical encounter with someone who said she was a blogger about chronic illness. She said I needed to "help her figure out X" (I FORGET WHAT IT WAS!) "and the woman will take you somewhere else," i.e., my helper will take me elsewhere once I help the blogger figure out whatever she wanted me to help her figure out. As usual I became obsessed with trying to make contact with another human being who was projecting, which I assumed this was (probably not), and asked her for her name. She said "Avenue" (odd), and I asked what her website was, and she said "oil booms", and that her website/blog was "old".
Well, none of that seems coherent, so I looked up what oil booms are, and they're those floating containment apparatuses that are used in oil spills. Like you see those orange floating barriers that try to keep the oil spill from spreading further. That's what those are. Strange.
Anyway, took down my notes, and laid down for my next experience which took place at a school for the blind. It was K-8th grade. As I found this all very confusing, I decided to ask exactly what the hell I was supposed to be paying attention to. As in, what am I supposed to learn or get out of this? Because it's really not clear to me what this experience is supposed to mean to me or do for me. The response was that I needed to pay attention to organizational stuff: like the walkways, the bulletin boards, what kind of notices could be put on those boards, things like that.
No idea what this was about, that's all I could remember. I came to, wrote down sleepy notes, and laid back down. I have no idea what I saw next, my notes ONLY say "mission has to do with anticipating what others need." That's all I wrote down for the next experience. So I think what happened is that I was having some strange experience, and I flat-out asked whatever helper was present to give me some clarity about what I was supposed to learn, or what my mission is, etc.
So that's all I got from that, I wrote down that one sentence, and laid back down (this was a very exhausting morning!). Wound up having another experience. There was a woman, and I wrote down her name as "Justyn" - very interesting, but I was told that she operated on my 2nd chakra, in a sense *removing* something. As if she removed the chakra itself. So this is was that last experience from a few days ago was about. It's possible I flat-out asked, Hey, WTF was up with that. I don't know what the conversation was that led to being told this. I got the sense that what happened last time was only Step 1 of, at minimum, a two-step process: the removing of something, and then putting something back still needed to happen.
At this point, I was pretty excited about this because I seemed to be getting good clarifying information about something that happened, so naturally I wanted to basically stay there forever and learn as much as I could, but felt myself lose focus and slip away, came to and took notes - unable, at this point, to project again.
Out of body experience - astral projection - lucid dream
Started off a bevy of strange and mostly nonsensical experiences this morning by projecting from a dream. Was dreaming that I was sorta flying around a bit. For whatever reason, while in the dream I said some words - they were a few syllabus strung together, I think four of them, each one monosyllabic. I don't know why, I think I was just experimenting. I saw what looked like a phoenix appear - like a majestic, flaming bird. It was visible only for a moment or two, then vanished again. Oddly, the sky turned dark and it began to rain. I thought this was weird, and also figured, heck, I seem to be in a position where I can project from here, I am not enjoying this rain business, so let's blow this pop stand!
I started saying my usual command, until I felt myself finally start to float up, and began to move. I seemed to be moving through some vastly large indoor space. I saw what looked like an elderly woman popping wheelies on a bike. Hmmm. Further on, there were lots of rooms, with people doing various activities. I don't know why but I got the sense of it being part of the afterlife somehow. I asked if it was the afterlife, and my helper said yes. I said I thought the afterlife would be outdoors, like in a beautiful forest, and asked if there were any of this that was outdoors, and was told again, yes. All the activities people were doing were things that they didn't get to do in their lives. Maybe due to fear or circumstance. I guess that explains the little old lady who was popping wheelies LOL
I figured, well, I've never asked to see any of my deceased relatives before, so if I'm here, why not? I put out that intention and saw what seemed to be my grandmother. It looked like she was part of some kinda sewing circle or whatever. She seemed happy, came over and hugged me and said "I'm so glad you're here!" I hugged her and cried.
I came to, and altho I felt drained, exhausted, and just wanted to fall asleep and/or have another experience, forced myself to write down my notes. Then, when that was done, I slipped into a very strange, nonsensical encounter with someone who said she was a blogger about chronic illness. She said I needed to "help her figure out X" (I FORGET WHAT IT WAS!) "and the woman will take you somewhere else," i.e., my helper will take me elsewhere once I help the blogger figure out whatever she wanted me to help her figure out. As usual I became obsessed with trying to make contact with another human being who was projecting, which I assumed this was (probably not), and asked her for her name. She said "Avenue" (odd), and I asked what her website was, and she said "oil booms", and that her website/blog was "old".
Well, none of that seems coherent, so I looked up what oil booms are, and they're those floating containment apparatuses that are used in oil spills. Like you see those orange floating barriers that try to keep the oil spill from spreading further. That's what those are. Strange.
Anyway, took down my notes, and laid down for my next experience which took place at a school for the blind. It was K-8th grade. As I found this all very confusing, I decided to ask exactly what the hell I was supposed to be paying attention to. As in, what am I supposed to learn or get out of this? Because it's really not clear to me what this experience is supposed to mean to me or do for me. The response was that I needed to pay attention to organizational stuff: like the walkways, the bulletin boards, what kind of notices could be put on those boards, things like that.
No idea what this was about, that's all I could remember. I came to, wrote down sleepy notes, and laid back down. I have no idea what I saw next, my notes ONLY say "mission has to do with anticipating what others need." That's all I wrote down for the next experience. So I think what happened is that I was having some strange experience, and I flat-out asked whatever helper was present to give me some clarity about what I was supposed to learn, or what my mission is, etc.
So that's all I got from that, I wrote down that one sentence, and laid back down (this was a very exhausting morning!). Wound up having another experience. There was a woman, and I wrote down her name as "Justyn" - very interesting, but I was told that she operated on my 2nd chakra, in a sense *removing* something. As if she removed the chakra itself. So this is was that last experience from a few days ago was about. It's possible I flat-out asked, Hey, WTF was up with that. I don't know what the conversation was that led to being told this. I got the sense that what happened last time was only Step 1 of, at minimum, a two-step process: the removing of something, and then putting something back still needed to happen.
At this point, I was pretty excited about this because I seemed to be getting good clarifying information about something that happened, so naturally I wanted to basically stay there forever and learn as much as I could, but felt myself lose focus and slip away, came to and took notes - unable, at this point, to project again.