The Lack of Danger in an OBE

[Telos]

I posted this in the middle of one of the many threads asking if it was dangerous to OBE. Unfortunately, the thread ended up not being about the dangers of OBE at all, and I don't think it reached many readers. So I reproduce it here in the hopes that those worried about being harmed in OBE's are inspired to reveal the incredible weaknesses in whatever they perceive as dangerous during their experience, and realize, by contrast, their incredible strength.


I haven't had much concrete success in my endeavors, but readers of this thread may benefit from a retelling of an attempt to diagnose my inability to achieve certain objectives. One unanswered question I focused on was, "how and why do I dream?" Not understanding the mechanics animating any reality means not understanding the reality. That is the intention behind the following experience (probably PF3, as the "feeling of the air" resembled my shoecrutch experience).

I phase-shifted and found myself in a dream, at first very weary and lethargic. I stumbled, intending to ask important questions about dreaming. More lucid, I found myself standing next to a simple wooden chair, a table, and across the table sat a popular New Age author (actually, aren't they all?). He smiled his a-course-in-miracles-love-binds-the-universe-buy-my-book-to-be-happy smile, saying, "how can I help you?" Reflexively, I was about to sit down and ask a question.

Then I said, "No," getting up and turning away. I despised this author. This was why I was dreaming in first place. I wouldn't be here if I thought I could find answers in a book. "I'll ask the dream."

After a pause, I looked slightly upward, and asked the dream, "how is it that I dream?" In tandem, "Why (do I dream one dream and not another)?" It was a loaded question, but I was prepared for anything.

The dream cleared with that lucid glow, while the walls around me changed. I was in a castle, perhaps, medieval wood furnishings and illuminating by torch light. In front of me was an inviting circular staircase. As I walked upwards, I noticed a change in air, as if the castle was on a large mountain and I was ascending up through the clouds.

An older-looking man sat near a fireplace in a humble sort of chair, but plush with hay. I walked over to him and started to sit, waiting for him to say something. Nothing. Except perhaps a little rumble; a low vibration moving the dream. What kind of answer is this, I thought.

"Are you listening?" he said.

Noticing I was momentarily distracted, I felt I missed a lesson.

"No. I am sorry. But I'm listening now."

Then the rumbling grew louder, gradually stronger, and closer, it focused behind me. I turned around and stepped back quickly. A short young woman in a black robe, with goth-ish hair and features, displaying a sinister animalistic being, approached the old man.

I waited to see what he would do. If he was any at all wise, he would defeat her in some clever way, and then we would get on with the lesson. She hissed scathing, and he looked surprisingly frightened. Quickly, she began to eat him, horrifically. He didn't even have time to scream, her ingestion was so efficient. Then she turned towards me.

Although never afraid for my well-being, knowing it was a dream, I was still shocked. In truth I was afraid of something far worse - that of not learning something, or not being able to learn something, for this was really a genuine attempt for wisdom. And if I did not leave with something, I would be very sad.

Perhaps if I did not provoke her she would not attack. I waited.

Then she lunged at me. I flew back and up, and flung a force wave upon her. She fell back to the floor. As she was getting up for another lunge, growling, I noticed her intense hunger. She was weak. Here she was, after devouring a man almost twice her size, and she was still starving. She even looked thinner than before, more impoverished and in more pain, like a ragged child of a homeless family.

Evil had such a sight of weakness.

Showing her blood curdling fangs, she lunged at me again with more force. But I raise my knee and struck her devastatingly, my shin in her face, spinning her like a rag doll as she fell to the floor again, gasping.

Before she could get up again, I grabbed the rims of her clothes, and flung her out of the castle firmly and decisively. As she descended through the clouds, I flew after her, and sped her fiercely towards the ground faster than gravity alone would allow. I stopped, and like a bullet, she smashed through the rough terrain, pulverizing the soil, her body sunken deep into the Earth.

I landed on terra firma immediately thereafter, and awoke in my bed, completely serene. Every evil and every danger had such incredible weakness.


Mactombs and I shared an interesting discussion afterwards, but pointed out that I really hadn't receieved an answer to my question. Since then, I've thought that perhaps I received the first part of the answer. We dream because we are powerful. And powerful beings do powerful things, like inhabit worlds of their own effortless and natural creation, at least every now and then. And since you are so powerful, there is no danger to you there. Why we dream of one thing and not another, I suppose, is the next part...

Please feel free to write or link to your own experiences of realizing that there is no danger while lucid dreaming.

[E3mpirical1]

I remember having a very interesting lucid 'dream' about 6 months ago.

  It started with me observing these kids, screaming, as they were being held captive in what I acknowledged being a type of alien space craft like the ones we see on t.v. disc shaped. The screaming was a call for help and I took action... (This is where it gets wierd) Suddenly I began to use the sound waves of their screams as a form of traveling to find where the aliens were.... which echoed to where the 'aliens' were located controlling the ship. Traveling through their sound waves I noticed I was getting closer and closer to an aliens head. Next thing I know I have controll over this alien (posessed?) and what seemed faster than instant I rushed out through some door and next thing I know I'm seeing (no longer as the 'alien') these kids breathlessly scramble out of an elevator at some building with offices and cubicles around. And then I woke up.

  I don't know what to make of this 'dream' exactly. I can only speculate. Wether it was a dream or real in another realm I hope I helped these kids as that was my intention. But the point being of Telos is WE infact are very powerful beings.

[Leyla]

I recently came to a revalation about one of the purposes dreaming fulfills.  It is in the post about my guides- and that they are constantly taking information from us, and giving information to us, while we dream. We are almost never aware of what has transpired.

http://www.astralpulse.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=20552

And I think one of the answers you recieved was that we learn to confront our fears through dreams.

[Telos]

And I think one of the answers you recieved was that we learn to confront our fears through dreams.

Oh, definitely. Being a bold and fearless boy myself, I guess I was taking that for granted.  8)

[Draege]

If you don't mind, I'd like to take a jab at your dream Telos-

Perhaps the dream is wanting you to examine the details of your behavior, reaction, and so on a little more closely. You seek information and hold great importance to it. The dream dangled that knowledge over your head (in the way of offering this wise appearing man for you) and then snatched it away to get a reaction out of you. So look at your reaction, fear/anger that you have lost the information you held to great importance.. Maybe the lesson here is simply that the information is not as important as you think. Don't worry about knowing all the details of 'existance' and dreams and just enjoy it. Imagine if you had entered that castle and decided to simply sit and enjoy the scenery with the old man instead of desiring something out of it. I think the outcome would have been drastically different. Often we find the knowledge we were seeking when we do in fact STOP seeking it.

[Telos]

Draege, that was sage advice. Thank you.

[Ben K]

I recently came to a revalation about one of the purposes dreaming fulfills.  It is in the post about my guides- and that they are constantly taking information from us, and giving information to us, while we dream. We are almost never aware of what has transpired.

http://www.astralpulse.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=20552

And I think one of the answers you recieved was that we learn to confront our fears through dreams.

Interesting to note that not all of us have guides...which leads me to think that they are simply a seperate focus of you that you have created for your purposes.

I do agree that we can confront our fears in dreams. Its like having a giant sandbox!