That is Completely UN Scriptural

I’ve been doing more experimenting with lucid dreaming. Using galantamine, choline, etc. as suggested in the book advanced lucid dreaming: the power of supplements. I’ve had many successful lucid dreams over the last year and have been trying to tune this myself. This may not work for you  ;)  – the methodology and trial and error is what is important I think.

Wake up about 5:30 AM. Take the medley, stir around for a bit to make sure I’m good and awake and not groggy. Get back to bed. Temperature is nice and warm like sitting cozy by a fire.

I started seeing pre-dream imagery and was still conscious. Eventually I faded and found myself approaching the end of a long drive way which is my grandfather’s. Some relatives are there and I realize  I’m dreaming. I speculate about parallel dimensions for a second. Fade……. I am in another scene this time going on the dream – it is vivid, but not quite lucid. My kids are sliding down an icecube slide. I have an uncle of mine there. His hair is unusually grey/white. He looks happy, but old. Very old. It has only been a year since I saw him last. The divorce has really torn him down.

Fade…… I get sucked down into some kind of tunnel. I felt pressures all over my whole body, it went dark, vision faded, and I thought to myself – great – I’m returning back to an awakened state. At some points I felt like I was compressed into a “point” if that makes sense.  I was a bit frustrated by this turn of events, but was glad I got to experience the tunnel effect. I had experienced it going “outbound” into dream state, but never inbound to waking awareness before. I was sort of hoping I might be being taken to the “kingdom of God” for a nice little 5dimensional review of my life maybe. Maybe I can’t handle it just yet. I say some prayers and ask for this. Not this time apparently. I awaken in bed, but it is not my bed in this realm. It is different. I look around and look at my toes. Vision fades in and out. I know that I’m probably strattling the edge of being “awake” an dreaming and so I I try some exercises to maintain consciousness. I try the lucid dreaming “spin” technique and then I tried looking at my hands. I see my hands. Yay! They are faded sort of. Vision comes back in – yay the signal to noise ratio is corrected! I walk around the dream setting. I see some of my art on a wall. The area is like a wooden automative shop that I’ve turned into a house or apartment somehow. I look around at the refrigerator and I think well, I better leave this duct tape in the fridge as a reminder to myself that I’m dreaming just in case. I’m not sure what I was thinking with that plan or where the duct tape came from. Consciousness starts to fade so I grab some ice out of the fridge and touch it to my skin. Brrrrrrr.. that’ll wake you up! I go to look in a mirror. It is my current waking life body, but my beard is gone. I turn around and look into another mirror and my beard is back. I think okay, let’s get out of here. Time to try out flying. I look for the exit and find it. I find myself outside and my vision starts to fade again. I notice some color from the trees and focus on that and the sunlight. It brings the vision back after about 10-15 seconds.

I look around at the neighborhood. Trees, some victorian homes, it is in a modern city from this time frame judging by the cars, but I don’t recognize the city. I say to myself – “let’s freak out the locals and fly”. I head to the street – vision fades again. Dang! I focus on the green from the trees and the light from the sun again. I flap my arms just once with a mighty push off and I find myself weightless and soaring through the air. Vision returns. I think to myself – perhaps I should engage my walk-through-walls powers in case I fall down and get hit by a car.

My son kicks my leg – I feel my consciousness becoming “split”. I feel my body laying there in bed and flying at the same time. Vision fades fast. I wake up. Wow.

It feels like trying to control a gigantic balloon at this point. Once I become aware that I’m dreaming, it tends to fade in and out.

I liked this:

“Fear is the lock and laughter is they key to you heart”.

Knowing that within us is a multitude! We are many within!  I am Legion, etc. There are parts of us that when backed into a corner will become “evil”. There are parts that are happy. The idea is to recongize this fact and attempt to love the entirety of you and try to bring these other parts of you forward into wholeness and completion.

I can’t tell you how many mornings I’ve woken up and found myself in a sad or alone mood considering all that is going on in my family at present   I had recently learned that you can’t “negate the negative” of our emotions. You have to feel them, yet somehow not allow the victim part of our mind to take over and go into “race mind”.

I’ve found one solution is to tell that victim part of me a joke. That seems to help that part of me not take itself so seriously and bring itself forward.