Admittedly it seems many people talk about the importance of having plan in mind for what you actually wish to do or where to intend to go the next time you find yourself out of body, (or certainly the first time, for any that are still yet to have first successes.) I'm curious about how many here actually use the plan idea.
I got to thinking the last time I consciously planned to make a try myself, that I don't have and never really did have a plan. I suppose I've just always had a bit of trouble making one, and knowing exactly what to think of trying to do or where to go. In any honesty I have no one I miss and would like to see if okay or anything. Intending to go very very far is obviously a ridiculous goal for what will some day be a first true success, and something like "I plan to touch the ceiling" seems a bit silly... or is it? I''d love to hear some or your thoughts on OBE plans and goals.
I think plans are useless for the most part. Having a goal is far more important IMO. There really is a difference and I'm not trying to play a game semantics here.
However, accomplishing your goals should be the long term plan because sometimes we can be very passionate about something while in this PMR but once we phase, the goals that we set can suddenly become trivial in that state of consciousness. It's not that we forgot the goals, though that sometimes happens, but we never know for certain where we will go or what is happening.
For instance, you mentioned the goal of being able to touch your ceiling yet you may end up projecting somewhere outdoors.
QuoteIntending to go very very far is obviously a ridiculous goal for what will some day be a first true success, and something like "I plan to touch the ceiling" seems a bit silly... or is it?
Like I said, you never know where you will go so it's possible to go to a planet in another galaxy even on your first projection. Wanting to touch your ceiling may sound a little silly now but wait until you actually project and feel the excitement of realizing that your finally "out". Touching the ceiling in that case could be exhilarating as winning the lottery (not that I ever have). :-o
Like I said, perspective can change dramatically while we are in a different state of consciousness. :-)
Here's one with intent.
http://www.astralpulse.com/forums/welcome_to_out_of_body_experiences/the_games-t37333.0.html;msg306274#msg306274
Here's another with a how to.
http://www.astralpulse.com/forums/welcome_to_dreams/dream_programming-t39076.0.html;msg319961;topicseen#msg319961
I'll expand the dropbox link below.
Finding myself outside a castle Ive never seen at first memory, then gaining full lucidity inside the castle with basic memory recall from that point until I was inside.
I found myself reading a plaque.
The castle stands in well kept grounds, its exterior not neglected, displaying its majestic fortunes within the surrounding countryside. Being built at the behest of the king toward the end of the castle building era, its condition has been kept immaculately. This requirement to be adhered to for a thousand years, set by the king or the demise of humanity would ensue.
The castles mysteries however remain unsolved. After extensive surveys there exists a missing section within its pristine walls. This is the section of the old masters, the training place... The words ended with 'the room of the soul stealer is said to be within.'
The results of all the surveys have unfortunately been lost due to an accidents that defied nature. We know, however, from tales of old, that its location is near to where you are standing.
Reading this plaque and the mysteries of the stolen souls. I saw a group of five people gather around. Their comments indicated they were from the media. An older man, slightly overweight, issued instructions and met with smiles and a frown from the guy in dark clothes. I asked questions and found they were looking for the so called lost room of souls. We agreed to look together. At this point I broke away from the group and walked around the back of the plaque to examine the pure whiteness of the walls. A large curved section intersecting a long straight was chosen as it appeared brighter than it should have. The group followed one by one after a read, the guy in dark complaining over something was silenced by a younger one in jeans who looked over in my direction.
A young lady from the group, slim with intelligent eyes stood beside the wall asking " whats the fascination with this spot?" I was about to reply and unexpectedly the wall became very bright. She took a step back as my arm fell through the wall, my body followed expecting the same solidity as previously experienced. Out of balance I fell into a room unlike anything in the castle so far visited. Immediately I pushed myself back through the wall into the familiar surroundings of the plaque.
"You're back, from where, are you magic or something, what did you see. Were you afraid?", comments from the excited group flinging themselves too quick to answer. I replied " It's er, what happened, I did dissapear into the wall, you all saw it?
"Yes, try it again" unanimously asked. I did and again, no resistance was offered by the wall. I said " Anyone coming through? Bring some kit, it had a wierd feeling on the other side".
A group decision of yes decided the course of action. We all agreed to hold hands, just incase...
We went through the wall.
Inside, our eyes met a 100 foot wide by 350 foot long rectangular shaped room with a ceiling around 35 feet up. It was damp to the nose and the inherent ambience matched our thoughts of it not seen life for a long time. It had an eerie feel to it which became apparent later.
The lack of items within was concerning me but it could be simply explained away. The floor was wet in patches and you could hear the drips as the sounds reverberated into nonexistence. It was a dark stone floor unlike any other room visited. Almost slate like but perfectly flat. The walls looked like huge blocks of stone had been prepared by a master mason of yesteryear. They exuded precision and all but the dimpled pattern was again perfectly flat throughout.
Windows presented themselves through a sloped reveal to allow as much light in as possible, these started above our heads and stretched upwards towards infinity. A georgian style apparent in their design. Again all were in perfect condition. Eerily no dust, cobwebs or dirt stained the mottled looking panes of glass in each section.
Then the ceiling met our gaze. This was strange. It had an ornately carved design in its 2 feet wide coving. The group saw me looking up and gathered close. " What in heavens name is that?" was asked by the portly member of the group. His brown suit with waistcoat had seen better days. He, middle aged and looking for adventures was smiling. Slowly, after a long pause, I answered, " This, is the lost souls, Its a sea of them, I can somehow sense it. As we all looked up the pattern of white speckles infront of a jet black background, it seemed out of place.
" Now don't be afraid and remember what you've read outside on the plaque." one of the group said.
The slim girl muttered something to the guy in black he, complaining again.
'The story followed that to disrespect the king was fatal. He'd take the waifes and strays off the streets and train them in 'how to be.' Many came and never left, they thought it an easy meal ticket and were lost forever. This gave the name of soul stealer its place within the walls. Of those successful, they went and pleased the king as gentry with their cares provided for their done deeds.
It's stipulated that none shall run in training as gentlemen and dignitaries never do. The cost is great. Follow the instructions given and have life. Fail and meet you're demise.'
These words had more to them too, a latent property...
We decided to walk around the edge of the room staying under the coving. The ceiling, its secret, became apparent.
Half way down the far side of the wall we stopped. I noticed the damp patch on the floor which appeared around 3 feet across had changed to around 6 inches. It was 10 feet away from the wall and this placed it below the ceiling. As I watched the patch I noticed it was more of a puddle, bemused by this it shrank in width before my eyes. Then unexpectedly a protusion appeared near its centre and grew in size until it dripped upwards, it looked identical to that expected, but this was going up. I followed the drop as it accelerated towards the ceiling. It hit the ceiling and the ceilings pattern changed. The white dots formed what looked like 3 inch discs mostly hidden under a pool of ink. These moved around following the ripple formed by the impact of the drop. This stopped everyone. A short stick I picked up earlier while in my hand seemed perfectly normal. After seeing the upward drip I got the stick and got the attention of all present. I said, " watch what happens".
I dropped the stick at arms length. It started to fall towards the ground as expected, suddenly, one end of the stick lifted up and the thing then accelerated toward the ceiling as if dropped off a cliff. It splashed into the sea of souls sending ripples throughout its surface. The stick was never seen again.
"What just happened? I heard from the worried guy in black. I answered, " This place is the training ground, whatever leaves contact with the floor goes into that soup". I pointed towards the ceiling. " Don't run or jump. "You're gone if you do. We all came through holding hands just incase. That may have been a mistake. One of us fail. The rest may be unable to leave."
Fear gripped us all. We'd simply dissapear from existance.
We all stayed exactly where we'd stopped. Understanding the fact we had all walked to this part of the room with relative safety the decision was made to continue as before. The young man recorded the stick with the camera and left it running.
We slowly walked along near the wall unsure of what to expect. As we neared the corner, across the room more drips travelled upwards, the corner in sight, looked like the one we were approaching. A few more steps and it started to change its appearance.
Once at the corner we looked across to what now had become a room behind the wall. The floor was the same as what we were walking on but now extended beyond the corner. Its opening being 8 feet across and perhaps 12 feet further back from the long straight wall where a corner was in view previously. More confused looks met mine, we decided to continue towards this apparition.
On making our way about half the distance of the far wall from the corner of entry, I was disturbed.
I felt something soft hit me in the face. It happened again. Nothing could be seen. The experience faded and I awoke to my partner hitting me with a pillow. I wouldn't wake up and she didn't want me late for work.
This action obviously hit the mark successfully.
Dismayed the physical life thing took over.
It was getting interesting...