Across the room by way of India

So I've reneged on my promise to my reading partner to read the Week One segment of MAP90, but something interesting happened this morning ... actually just a few moments ago ... that seems astrally significant. I thought it was worth retelling.I should probably start at the beginning.

I awoke way too early this morning to the sound of my upstairs neighbor moving about her apartment in her high-heeled shoes. I lay there half boiling in fury, and half trying to calm down. This went on for about an hour before I decided to get up off the sofa where I'd spent the previous night and move to the bedroom. I keep a little box of Hearos earplugs near my bed, and they've really helped me in those times when my dear neighbor decides that she's going to put on her klompen and dance an Irish jig in the middle of the night. But I'm digressing.

As I lay in bed early this morning, ear plugs snugly tucked into my ears, I began to mull over something that I'd read the night before. In Soul Journeys, Rosalind McKnight suggests that every human being has access to more assistance from the invisible world than we realize. In this book, she recounts having taken many journeys into the afterlife, and having met some of the guides that have been with her since her birth. The thing about assistance, though, I was thinking, is that you have to accept it. How do we accept help from these unseen hands? By intention, my instinct tells me - by simply deciding to accept help, we begin to set things in motion that are our physical senses are not equipped to perceive. We also begin to physically relax. Believing that help is on the way, or visualizing that we are being helped, immediately begins to shift our focus from the problem to something else. As our focus shifts from an unpleasant topic to a more pleasant one, we begin to release tension in our bodies, and the energy that makes up our bodies is able to flow more freely.

I know that I'm going across the room by way of India here, but bear with me.

As I lay there, focusing less on being disturbed (granted, with the help of the earplugs), and focusing more on being helped, I felt my body relaxing more and more deeply. Then I became aware of a tingling sensation in different points of my body at different times - sometimes it was my fingers, or my toes, or the left side of my chest. I also began to feel a slight warmth on my left side. After about an hour, I rolled on to my right side and went into a drowsy semi-sleep. That's when I noticed my body really starting to tingle. I also had the sensation that I was moving through a lighted train tunnel - whenever I passed a light, a wave of ... something would pass through me - something that I could feel and see and hear. It sounded like wind. I thought to myself, I must be having some kind of astral incident, but I haven't read Week One! What do I do? I decided to try to calm down and let whatever was happening happen.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was sitting in an office with Bob, the CEO of our company (this is the third time he's appeared in my dreams this week!). I didn't notice (or can't remember) what he was wearing this time, but we were sitting on opposite ends of a large wooden desk. I was preparing to teach a biology class, and I was discussing the lesson with him, and asking him for a syllabus of some kind (no, I'm not a teacher in real life). As I was leaving the office, one of the vice presidents was walking in with an I'm-about-to-get-fired-I-know-it look on her face. I walked off toward my desk which was near a window (there was light coming in) when I realized that I still had a pen that I'd picked up from the office, and that it was broken.

The dream scene changed. I was laying down on a low bed like a futon or something in semi-darkness - there was a subdued sunlight coming in from the other room. There was a red pillow under my head (or a pillow in a red pillowcase). My arms were hanging off the sides of the bed onto the carpeted floor, and there was a bunch of keys in my right hand. Three cats walked into the room - two adults, one white, one black, and a very frisky mottle-colored kitten. The adult black cat went under the bed and was trying to play with my hand (or the keys?), and I remember making a fist to prevent him from scratching me (or getting the keys). The kitten was playing with a large, red, open, empty duffel bag that was laying on the floor - running in and out of it, and having a gay old time. The white cat jumped up onto the bed with me, and came onto the red pillow and lay down across my arm. She (or he) came right up to my face, and I could feel her breath and the moist coldness of her nose on my face. In the dream I thought, Are these spirits? And I woke up.

Mini astral event or not? Okay, Bernie. I'm reading Week One today.

Dreams and things

One part of the experience of a successful OBE is remembering dreams. I've always had very vivid dreams, and very detailed memories of them. I believe that dreams are a significant indicator of our emotional/vibrational state, and I thought that I would recount my dreams here as part of this journey. Here're some details from last night's. I would welcome an interpretation from anyone who feels moved to respond.


"I am sitting in a full classroom with a female instructor, and all male students. The walls are green, and although the classroom has wndows, there's a slightly dark quality to it. The subject is some kind of social science, and the teacher is commenting on what she perceives as an imbalance between men and women in the world of cartoon superheroes. 'Superheroes are always men,' she is saying. 'Their bodies are always sinewy and masculine.' Some students in the class are booing her comments. Interestingly enough, she is dressed in a very close-fitting rusty red body suit and her body is extremely muscular. She begins to walk around the classroom while she's speaking, and comes to stand near where I'm sitting, at the far end of the classroom. She begins to look directly at me while she continues to teach the class.


The scene changes to the instructor's house. She is making preparations for a party, and I'm helping. The walls are beige, and there is a lot of light flowing through the room I'm in. She asks me to take something that she's prepared out of the fridge(?), and take it to an oven that's located somewhere outside. I open the fridge(?) and take two large trays of what looks like cut cauliflower sebments with cheese sprinkled on top. As I'm taking the trays outside, one of them tilts and the contents fall to the ground. I yell out, "Oh crap!" The host/instrcutor doesn't seem too bothered by it. I follow her up a path to the oven. On the way, I see the CEO of the company I currently work for (in real life) walking ahead of us in a bright green shirt with silvery gold embroidery all over it. (This is the second time this week that I've dreamt about him). He disappears ahead of us and we continue up the garden path to the oven. We put the one tray - the one that I didn't spill - and take out a gourmet looking pizza that had been cooking in there. It was covered with what looked like olives, herbs, and roasted tomatoes.


We make our way back down to the house and I begin to pick up the cauliflower - that has now changed to chicken - from off the ground where I spilled it. I managed to "save" enough to fill another tray. The rest of what's on the ground is covered in bright red flies. They are buzzing and landing on everything, even the pizza we just took out of the oven. I get that uncomfortable itchy/scratchy feeling when I'm around swarming insects, but the instructor/host isn't bothered by them at all. I offer to clean up the mess, but there's already someone else doing that. and it's all gone almost instantly. The guests start arriving. There's one man, tall, brown-haired with a beard. a bit broadly built, and a bit dishevelled, with whom I share an uncomfortable glance."


The dream got fuzzy at this point, and I woke up shortly afterward.

Astral Projection in 90 Days (or More)

Bought Bruce & Mercer's Mastering Astral Projection in 90 Days. Day One is tomorrow.

I've been interested in astral projection since I was a kid, after reading You Forever by T. Lobsang Rampa, although I've never really made any serious sustained attempt at having an OBE. Here's my first real attempt.