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My computer broke down a while back, and when I returned, I find everything changed. It's . . . overwhelming. Well, I like what was done, except now I have to click and backtrack instead of just having one page where I can go straight down and sift through all the topics (unless that's still accessible; if so, how do I do that?) But, I didn't come to rant about that; at least everything looks more beautiful  

Point is, after my computer broke down, I decided to go ahead with some . . . training, I guess you could say. I just got done reading a book about Astral Projection, so I began at it, again. I have a three-day report card.

Day one: No different than any other day, I started the day and did everything within the day the same as I would any other day. I did not think about astral projection through any of it. That night (I can't do anything in the daytime, the light bothers -- distracts -- me) I lay in bed for about thirty minutes, doing a breathing exercise. Held one breath for as long as I could, let it out slowly, took a deep breath, let it out. I repeated the process ten times before I began breathing normally again. It was probably another fifteen minutes later that I found myself having a strange sensation; my entire body was tingling, and I felt like I was floating on air while also spinning around in circles. This sensation came when I was imagining myself floating in pool of green (not a liquidy green, but an airy green, like bring in a green outerspace). I came out of the "green state", finding myself standing beside my bedroom door. Of course, this was my entire self standing by the bedroom door, so perhaps I was sleepwalking (although I've never had problems sleep-walking before). After laying down again, I fell asleep.

Day two: My breathing exercise must have done something to me, for the entirety of the next day I had troubles breathing. Not that I couldn't take in breath completely again, but rather that I found myself doing stuff without breathing at all. I would, on countless occasions, find myself holding myself subconsciously. That night, I felt asleep before I could complete anything, probably because of my breathing. But, something was different this night. I had a really neat dream: I was at like a reunion for grade school (actually it was seventh grade that was getting back together), and I was talking to some friends and things, finding out things about them. For your information, I found that a lot of these things are actually true about them, even though I haven't talked to them in a long time.

Day three: my breathing has returned to normal, but I can't seem to concentrate on anything as clearly. I couldn't get that strange sensation to return, nor could I even fall asleep. I stayed up for thirty-one hours.

I'm not going to give up, even though that has been a week ago that all of that happened. Instead, I'm giving myself a rest, and will go back to it in a few days. Oh, and if anybody has any comments or suggestions, please do tell, for I really want to know if I'm doing something wrong, therefore bringing about the complications?

hey, cool, thanks

Anybody ever been listening to a song, and it give you the strangest feeling? It's like nothing in the world matters anymore, or at least none of the negativity. Laughter soon ensues, and it's just like pure happiness! It's only happened to me twice so far, and I haven't yet found the songs that gave me that feeling. Is it actually a good thing or a bad thing? I'm kind of confused about it, really.

I'm a cat lover [] My point is, I have a cat, and she had five kittens about two and a half months ago. One died due to my mom not seeing it sitting in the middle of the floor and she stepped on it. Anyway, now I have four kittens, and my cat. I was told that I have to get rid of the kittens, but I somehow got it to where I can keep the cat and at least two of the kittens. Now my decision is: which two to keep?

I have an orange and white one (very beautiful) with only half a tail. It's a male, and the biggest, although born last of the five. His eyes are blue, sometimes green, sometimes brown. He doesn't yet use the litter box, but he does sleep with you, and purs. He also doesn't know how to meow right, which is just adorable. We call him Tippy the Tipmaster.

Next in line is the second boy, another orange, but much, much darker. He was born third. Anybody ever seen Urban Legend? Well, his face looks like the killer in the movie (no kidding; and if you don't know what I'm talking about, watch the movie!) He meows a lot, which is kind of annoying, but he does love to cuddle and everything, and he purs extremely loud. And he knows how to use the litter. We call him Jupiter (after mythology, but that didn't work out well, since he's sort of the runt [|)])

And then we come to a girl. She's a calico, enough said. She was born fourth. (BTW, I kept track of their births, time and everything! told you I love cats.) She doesn't know how to use the litter yet, but I'm working with her. She's playful, sometimes bite and scratches, but in a playful way (you know how kittens are sometimes; I'd try spraying her with water, but I never have any at the apporpriate time; guess I could just spit in her face everytime she does it). She's sort of shy otherwise, but loves nestling up to anything warm (mainly my mom; if only she knew what my mom did to her sister []) We call her Cali the Calico.

And lastly, we come to a second girl. She's sort of a mixture between all sorts of colors, like a calico, except she's not. I'll have to get a picture of her (when I devolope my film) and put it on here. She has this look on her face like she's angry and constipated all of the time. She loves being petted, she loves sitting on top of the computer, she loves ME!!! Nah, really, she's just adorable, like the rest. And, she knows how to use the litter. Of course, she does like getting inside of the garbage can (one day, I'm afraid, we're going to throw her away [:O]) We call her Chi [no, not what you're thinking, but she has been called chi-chi before, and sometimes cheeburger after this, I'm guessing, restaurant; her name was because my mom said she was ugly (no offense) like a chinese (note, we had calls her Chi, where the i was pronounced an i, but then changed it to where the i was pronounced with an e)].

Now on to the dreams. Well, of course I know why I'm getting the dream (to help me decide which kittens to keep!) but I'm not certain which ones it's telling me.

Dream one:
I came home from work (which is unusual, because I'm a bum [^]) to find that my sister had gotten rid of the kittens. ALL of the kittens! I was devestated, it was horrible, my heart was broken (in a dream; I thought this was weird, because I could actually feel heartache in the dream). That was pretty much it, but later on I had another dream. I was out back "helping" (annoying, really) my dad to putting in a window (which we had actually done, mind you; and I WAS annoying, although he didn't say that I was; I just stood around and talked the entire time). I decided to go inside and get something to drink, and when I opened the door I saw Cali escaping through the back door. She was much older than she is now -- about six months. I grabbed her, and said something like, "Not this time." and took her inside.

My thoughts:
All right, I think that my mind was telling me that I had to get rid of two, otherwise I wouldn't have any, which was the first dream. The second one was that I would be keeping Cali, which is why she was six months or so.

Dream two:
This is a very odd one, and the most disturbing. We have this bathroom with a broken bathtub. Anyway, so we filled the thing up with water (which was like syrup-goo-whatever stuff). Anyway, and then we started throwing these kittens in (odd thing was, we threw in like, hundred of kittens, and I only have four). Well, I was about to throw Jupiter in, but I was like, "No, I want to keep him," so I left him out. Then I noticed some beaty little eyes staring up at me, and I felt like crying as I pulled a drowned, dead Tippy out. It was sad. I walked through the house and threw him away in the garbage can, and looked in the laundry room to find Chi standing by the back door. And then I noticed that there were three, COUNT THEM: THREE!, Jupiter standing around with their annoying little meows going on, which made my head want to explode!

My thoughts:
I want to keep Tippy, and couldn't bare getting rid of him. Jupiter I want to keep, but maybe only because he can go in the kitty litter box. His meows ARE annoying. Also, Chi looking up at the door might mean that she wanted to leave, or possibly that I have to get rid of her. And I know there has to be some meaning to the fact that Cali wasn't in the dream at all (not even in the kitten-dead pool).

Well, that's pretty much it. I've put my thoughts down, now I want to know what all of you think. Heck, if I can hold out another year and a week and a few days, I'll just move out with all of my cats (and dog, lol).

All right, I've been writing a book series for about four -- or was it five? -- years now and have finally perfected my book. Now that I've gotten the first book of the series completed, I'm going to send it to an agent. The only problem is, I don't know what I'm suppose to be doing. I bought the writer's market, and there's some really good tips in there, but their information is . . . incomplete.

Writing the query letter seems easy enough, but I'm uncertain where I'm suppose to be putting it. Should it be on top of the manuscript? I noticed that there was a sample query letter in the writer's market, and on the letter was the publisher's (mind you, I'm going with an agent) name and address. It was making me start to believe that the letter should go somewhere on the outside of the envolope, which seems pretty stupid to me.

Next, the agent is asking for an outline. Well, that shouldn't be hard *rolls eyes*. Where should I put this at, though. Underneath the query letter, above the manuscript seems right to me, but I just don't know. I don't want to send the agent everything and have it out of order.

And when it says that you're suppose to paperclip it . . . all right, how am I suppose to put a paperclip on over a seven-hundred paged? I know there are those big paperclips (I don't know how to explain it, but they look like . . . x <--- that, sort of). Am I suppose to be using that, or paperclip with small paperclips. Like, paperclip the first fifty pages together, then paperclip from page fourty-nine to ninety-nine. Then from ninety-eight to one hundred and fourty-seven? I'm just confused.

Apparently I'm an ameture writer [^] And the world keeps turning.

There's the predictions I've seen around here, but I can't recall ever having read anything about precognition (and I don't like the search because my computer goes slow when trying to use it).

During the month of either November or December is the first time I realized I had this, or think I had this. I was writing an e-mail to my aunt and was writing something that I stopped and thought, "I don't think I should put this." Should have listened, for I shouldn't have wrote that. Maybe that wasn't precognition, but rather??? I don't know, intuition? Anyway, that was the first time I realized it.

On occassions before then, I always thought for it to be some neurological thing.

And then there was (not too go with dates, but I think it was) yesterday. I was writing in a different post somewhere about some woman who use to live with us. Turns out she's moving in next door now. Maybe that's not precognition either, but I'm sure its more than just mere coincidence (or not?).

Well, comments.

And also, anybody else have any precognition? I'd like to here if and what others have gone through.

Question one: Is it possble to have an OBE with someone else in the room? I mean this with someone actually doing something, like typing on the computer/wating television/eating popcorn/talking (in)directly to you/etc.

Adding on to this question, if you were OBE without anyone in the room, would your body "call" you back if someone were to enter? If so, would there be a way to stopping the pull, say convincing your body that the person isn't there? If so, would this be safe? Would it be better to convice your body that the person in the room will not harm you? Or should you just leave well enough alone and go back to your body?

And a little more add on so that I don't fill up with too many questions (I had a lot more, but I'll wait before asking the rest [|)]) what about animals? If you had a couple of, say, cats in your room, play-fighting, would that disrupt achieving an OBE?

Appreciate feedback . . .

I was sitting here typing in one of the other places when my mom starts laughing. After a while, I ask her what she's laughing about, and she replies that she thought she saw a naked girl standing behind me.

Okay, I thought that was extremely strange, but hey my mom's a little odd to begin with anyway, so why not? Anyway, she's been trying to stop smoking for a couple of days now (forty-eight hours free at 5:00 a.m. CT, which is just an hour away from when I'm righting this, or at least this part of the post, because I'm a slow typer.) Ever since she first started, she's been complaining about seeing things, like a cigaret dancing before her and everything, so I don't really think much about her "naked girl" standing behind me.

Before she quit smoking, however, she continuously tells me that she's got precognition or whatever she was calling it, premonitions, whatever, but because of the reason above, I still think nothing of this so-called "naked girl."

She was wanting a cigarette really bad, and trying to keep her mind off of it (smack the patch, breathe deep, chew on some cinnamon, you can do it, etc. I don't think I'm a very good supporter in this [V]) My mom grabs the remote for the television and turns it on to the Weather Channel (it's more addictive that smoking?). She picks up a piece of paper that has which channel is which (the channels are new, so nobody knows what they are). Finally, she changes the channel.

"What's that?" she asked. I turn around and am shock, appauled (sp?). "Are those naked girls?"

LOL, I don't know if there's anything to this, but I thought that was the funniest things that had ever happened. My lungs are going to collapse from laughing so much and so hard. Ah well, good day to all.

All right, I had a really strange dream last night, but I'm gonna stick this here because . . . I don't know. Anyway, I was trying to learn AP last night and didn't really have any luck, but I guess that was to be expected (although I did find myself sinking into the bed more and more as time went on and couldn't move on will, like my body suddenly became so heavy that I couldn't lift it).

Well, after about three hours of lying in bed I feel asleep and had a dream that I was still lying in bed, still trying to get out of my body, when I APed, excpet I was watching in from like a third-party (my physical body being first party, astral body being second party). So, anyway, I was following my astral body around as it left the room, and I didn't have any control on what it was doing. It was just roaming the house, unlocking my bedroom door and knocking over a couple of bottles and things on a coffee table.

Somebody walked into the room that I, third-party, and my astral body were in and they looked at the astral body and said something to the extent, What do you think you're doing? Then my astral body started doing something weird (forcefully, like something was trying to control it) and my physical body wrapped itself around my physical body. I then woke up and was really hungry, but I'm always hungry after I sleep, so I guess that's nothing new. . .

Now on to the question: Would it be possible for someone to astral project to a particular place and then call their body there in a sort of teleportation, or was it just something weird in my dreams?

I'm not too good at AP stuff, but . . . well[?] I wrote this, and am wondering if I did it right or not:
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For a moment, I believed what I was staring a distant light from the clock on my VCR. Strange, when you think about it, the way everything seemed to look to me, as colors were fading in and out from my view, and sounds were becoming words of nonsense in my mind. I don't know, maybe I'm just going crazy, imagining things that aren't real, or I have some sort of medical problem; or, maybe the fact really is that I am able to astral project.

Without much thought to what I was going to do at that moment, my eyes closed to watch the strange, distant light glowing before me. Then, something happened that had never happened before -- well, truthfully I had never really accomplished astral projection before. Time seemed to move almost realistically, yet seemed to be . . . distorted, somewhat. And a strange feeling pulsated throughout my body. The jumbled words seemed to disappate almost immediately.

But, then --
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I'll stop there . . . any comments (not on the writing, but on the way things happened? I mean, is that plausible/possible?) Greatly appreciate it.

thanks . . . is there a way to delete the whole thing? Oh well . . .

A) Is this possible?

B) Wouldn't it be some combination of AK and HK?

The thoughts had dissapated from a long time ago, when I found myself in my bedroom, with the light of, having a conversation with a person who wasn't there. My eyes were closed, all of my surroundings seemed to have disappeared. Sometimes I would be talking to one person, and then another person would interupt themselves into the conversation. All sorts of strange things were said, which was what had originally gotten me to thinking about kinesis and things of the sorts.

Astral Projection was never a subject that came with our conversations, but I remember something I had heard very clearly at one point, as I was standing in my room, with the lights on and my eyes opened. It was as if something had taken over my body and turned out the lights (although the lights in my room were still on and my eyes were still opened). I found myself standing in a shed, with one of the people I had talked to. The person was covered with shadows, so I don't know anything about them, but they were telling me that they needed help, although they were being evasive about the question. I remember repeating myself times and times again what I had to do, but then they told me, "Wait. Don't you hear that? It's already too late. It's here. It's been here, and it not knows you."

That was the last time I had ever had a conversation with that person, and any other person, and I had completely forgotten about it, until this moment. It was a long time ago too, like almost six years ago. The reason I remembered it was because I was standing in my room a moment ago and looked to my dog (another thing somebody had told me was that I had a strange connection to the dog; and he's an old dog of twelve, which is only old because I'm young, and happens to be a Chihuahua [|)]). The dog looked over to me at the same time, tears coming to his eyes (i'm starting to think he has some kind of duct problem, like an flooding duct or something, 'cause his eyes sure do tear up a lot), and it was at that moment that I recalled everybody, for I felt that same thing as before, only this time my arm swung back and I turned off the light switch, and I heard myself saying, "It's here. Don't you here it? There's nothing you can do anymore, for it's going to consume you."

I then turned on the light again.

Any ideas what the hark is going on? Greatly appreciated!

I haven't really been on here that long, so I'm not exactly certain what I'm suppose to be doing or anything. Some of the stuff is easy and everything, though, but I'm a little confused about something. In some forums I have heard of the writer's section, or whatever it happens to be called, but when I click on "ALL FORUMS" I can't find it anything.
Anybody know where I can find the writer's section? If so, please help! Greatly appreciated.

The balance is almost complete!

Sorry, but I'm never grand on a name for my topic, so I'm just gonna put those question marks there . . . []

Anyway, I had this dream about a year and a half ago, and it's something I can remember extremely clear. I begins on a street in a residential area. About fifty yards to my right is a stop sign that has the names of the roads being (from the top) Glacier Ave. 5000 and (from the bottom) Lightwood Rd. The other stop sign was straight to the left, which I could barely see because it was so far away. The sun was behind me. There weren't any cars on the road, but where some in the driveways. Not many people were home, I was sure of that. A little girl was jumping rope across the street, sort of in the road, but only like a foot or so into it. Let's see, black hair that was in a pink pony tail, green eyes, Asian, about three/four feet in height, blue jeans (well, they were shorts, but still blue jeans-like), pink-purple T-shirt shirt (not striped, but the shirt was one complete color, which is the pink-purple mix). She had on some short white socks, white shoes with big laces that were perfectly tied. The lawns were all cut perfectly, the houses were all two story, some had garages, some didn't, different painted, some had gardens and lawn ornaments.
Then, a car come. A black Sedan, which parks a few feet away from me. A man gets from the car, wearing a blue/white plaided shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, some black jeans, black sunglasses, brown boots, which his right boot's laces were untied, and the left boot's laces were tied messily. His hair was messy, short, brown. Anyway, and he had a gun in his left hand as he got out of his car, which he started to tuck into the small of his back.
The little girl stopped jump roping, and I yelled for her to run, which she did start to do, but before I even got to yelling it. (she dropped the jump rope and left it). The man turned to me, frightened that I was there, as if he hadn't seen me there before as he was parking. Then he pulled the gun at me and said, "You ruined everything."
That was were I woke up.
Short dream, and I was sleeping for like twenty-something seconds (I should know, since there was a clock sitting on top of my computer that I had been looking at before I went to bed).
Anyway, any thought? Appreciate it greatly.

Okay, so this friend of mine and I were discussing biokinesis, something that I have been trying to learn for a very long time, and had a big mess up a long time ago when I accidentally (go figure?) made the cut get a lot bigger. Well, we read something, somewhere (man, I wish I could remember so I could re-read it!), about a technique to helping learn biokinesis called . . . uh, something like Blood Drain or Blood removal. I can't remember exactly what it was called, but it's where you cut off the blood circulation (I might even be wrong here [xx(] ) in like your arm or leg or whatever and after a minute or so you stop cutting off the blood circulation. All your fluidy stuff'll start to come back in and everything, but it might be a while before you regain control of you limb. The thing is that you're trying to get control of the limb quickly by controlling your fluidy substances to get in there and make them do thier job and everything . . .

Ahh!, if anybody knows anything about this, could they please tell me about it, and if I'm doing something wrong or something? Or some reading material on it or improving biokinesis? Greatly appreciated!

Not to be funny, or sick, but what's it mean where you have a dream about vomiting?

quote:Whatever the mandatory assignment, it would surely include universal training in group thinking and consensus building (The Mind-Changing Dialectic Process). If this bill becomes law, all recruits -- Christian or Pagan, public- or home-schooled -- will be forced to conform to the prescribed group standards for world citizenship and unbiblical solidarity.

      Since our children (and their values, attitudes, willingness to compromise and readiness to conform) are now measured, monitored and tracked in the vast networks of the international information systems, it's not unlikely that assignments would be based on their record (IEP) of cooperation and conformity, not knowledge and integrity. That could mean that Christian "traditional" thinkers would be channeled toward the more dangerous assignments.  

What is this suppose to mean? The last sentence kind of threw me there. . . . Well, if I understand it right, then I won't be picked for anything, because I can't think as a group, only as an individual.

great, a musical high; one drug I can't get arrested for! [|)]

nicely put, Euphoric Sunrise

Kenneth, what's the story?

Well, since you mention that any would be appreciated, here I go.

Yes, telekinesis would be possible. Lets take physics into this matter (blah, spot my mistakes, PLEASE). We have an apple sitting on the table, or as in your case a book. Now, this book of yours is pushing on the table with 50N. There would be a force pushing underneath it (normal force). Okay, I'm actually going about this wrong, but somebody can possibly turn it around for me. My point is, wouldn't there be a possibility that the normal force (or in the case of the book, the weight of the book) can be negated. Wow, I feel sorry for the table that book destroys [B)]

As for whatever else you said . . . I don't have a clue []

Time is not real, it is just something that we percieve. There is change. Constantly moving. (yeah yeah, change is a perception too, but what the heck, lets assume that it's not.) With this, it is impossible to move back and forth through time. However, it could be possible to move through different universes (just because they run parallel to one another, does not mean that they have to be parallel in the changes already made). If one was to move over to a different universe that is EXACTLY like ours, except at a point before the "present", then we could change the "past" there to making that universe no longer like ours, but into something else.

Now, if change is not true, and something that we perceive, while time is the constant, then it would be a different matter altogether. Moving through time could be possible, but perhaps the reason we cannot is because there is no such thing as change, so therefore we cannot "change" the past.

Next, we have neither time nor change. With this, everything is. Both are just perceptions of the mind, so therefore there is no moving between universes, nor moving through time. We just are, so get over it.

Finally, there is that both time and change exists. Both are at a constant, which is the problem at hand. If change is at constant, then if we were to try to move through time, we would be hit with a change of not being able to stop it.

[|)]

In the old days, he talked to people directly. Now, he calls them on the phone. Dan, I knew I should've paid the phone bill.

Am I the only one who has the problem that while having fun, time seems to slow down? I haven't noticed any acceleration, but rather that time has begun to move slower than usual. Maybe my perception of time is different than everybody else's though, so that could account for my slowness . . . Anybody else have time moving slower when having fun, or is it just me?

"You killed me." - some guy who was shot by a police officer (never did get his name).