Whales` and Dolphins` synchronized water-dance Lucid Dream

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In my life I have had the joy of experiencing vividly beautiful dreams, uncanny out of body experiences, and truly insightful hypnagogic visions, but the lucid dream experience had always eluded me … that is, until now. The other night I was blessed with a taste of such incredible human experience, and although it lasted for only a few minutes, I am still so happy and mystified that it happened at all.

This infinitesimal moment of lucidity proved to become the catalyst for one of the most astounding spectacles I have ever witnessed and it bestowed such  gift I shall be forever grateful for.

So, here is my wonderful one-moment-lucidity dream story or actually dream vision from my Dream Journal!!

OCTOBER 23, 2013

 I was having a normal dream, which was getting more and more boring (don’t even remember it well). For some reason, the me inside the dream got really, really fed up and at one point shouted out loud:

“C’mon!! Show me something beautiful !!”

Just as I said this, the image changed completely.

 I am now looking at the blue ocean from somewhere above. And in front of my eyes there is an incredible seascape. On the left I see the shoreline with a beautiful sandy beach, and on the right is the blue ocean.

Now on the left area of the ocean I see a beeline of whales basically `standing` with their bodies half out of water and spraying water up in the air from their mouths. There must have been 30, 40 of them, more maybe. They were all standing in this position half body out, and spraying water upward at the same time.

More on the right, I see another row of whales (but of another type, these were humpback whales), and the first whale is jumping out of the sea on the right side, thumping the ocean surface with a massive  splash . I can see the surf surging upwards. Then next whale, this time doing the same thing but on the left , and next whale to the right, and the next one to the left, and this goes on and on, right, left, right , left for some 20, 30 whales if not more…

 A kind of synchronized swimming in order to make this exquisite dance of water sprays.

So from up in the sky where I am, I see on the left side of the ocean this row of standing whales spraying water upwards, and on the right this row of whales jumping one after the other out of the water alternately on the right and left.  It is an out-of-the -world view to behold ! all this beautiful water show of sprays !  and all these beautiful creatures ! Then as I zoom up on the `standing` row of whales on the left, I can see their faces from closer and realize that the first 20 or so were whales indeed, but the second half were dolphins, although they were almost as big as the whales .

Can you imagine this picture ??

This magnificent extravaganza of whales swimming, jumping, splashing, all the time making huge sprays of water, either from up their mouths or by jumping/falling onto the water, and on two different rows and going on for miles !!! a sort of synchronized water-dance show displayed for my benefit, and it seems at my request !!!

I couldn’t believe my eyes. To say that my dream-jaw dropped is an understatement!!!  I came back to normal consciousness too soon  indeed, but woke up in pure euphoria and gratitude for this incredible spectacle and performance they put up for me. After all, I had requested `something beautiful `, right??!!! And they gave me more than I could have imagined or ever hoped for!!!

Too bad that it lasted only for a few moments and that even after this inspiring experience  I can`t yet say I have had a full-scale lucid dream – at least to this day.

Nonetheless, we get what we get, and let`s be happy and grateful for what we receive, and graceful about it 🙂 !

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THE GOLDEN COBRA dream … an ancient God appearing (excerpt from FOAL and the Angels)

dream cobra PAINTING BY ANDY BOERGER
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This dream is one of those that I call BIG DREAMS, so it goes without saying that I had to insert it into the first book of FOAL and the Angels ` story.  This dream was so very remarkable not only for the deep, deep sense of sacredness that totally overwhelmed me, but also for the incredible vividness of the colors and the accuracy of the most minute details.

Do such colors exist on Earth ?? … I wonder.

The colors and the sense of Sacred surrounding this spectacular animal, this truly Divine Being made of pure bright gold was a sight to blow your mind away.

In the dream, for some reason, I remember` knowing` that this was no superficial veneer of gold, but it was actually made all of pure solid gold, and this seemed to be important.  Nonetheless, the movements were so fluid like melted gold, and yet solid. Really have no words in my arsenal to describe this, but believe me, it was an  incredible vision.

 Since there is little more I can add to what I already said in the book, I shall just copy that chapter here. Again let me say that even if I use the name FOAL, this is my very personal experience and exactly, to the very speck , how I saw it in the dream.

In the last paragraph I dwell a bit on my fascination with the Divine and yet my running away from it.

The beautiful painting is by Andy Boerger, who endeavored so beautifully to make it as close to my dream reality as it could be. Thank you Andy ! It`s been a blessing knowing you !

 THE GOLDEN COBRA DREAM

Foal sees himself in a room sitting at a wooden table with other people .

This huge serpent,which is as big as the biggest Anaconda he could ever imagine, at least 30 yards long, is coming at him again and again, as if he has a special interest in him. The color is yellowish brown, with some faint black stripes. Although it doesn’t look as if it wants to hurt him, Foal feels scared and closes his eyes so as not to see. It is so big ! Just the head is bigger than two rugby balls put together.

As the snake approaches again from behind, Foal feels the big head resting on his neck, just under his right cheek. Foal can feel its bifurcate tongue, darting in and out and touching his skin on his cheek and neck. Somebody somewhere is saying “ It’s alright”, but he is petrified in fear.

Then the scene skips and he sees himself outside running on a big dirt trail . He is on the left side running like mad, and the huge snake is pursuing him several yards back in the middle of the path. Then, all of a sudden, for some unfathomable reason, Foal just feels compelled to stop and look back.

His heart skips a beat … what he sees takes his breath away …! he has never, ever seen anything more beautiful! The huge serpent is in the middle of the path and it is all gold, huge and GOLD !! It is all gold, pure shining gold !!!

Its cheeks are now all puffed up, rather like a Cobra, and they are reflecting the bright gold rays of the sunshine. From the nose to the puffed-up cheeks there are some dark cobalt stripes, which remind him of the golden mask of Tutankhamen .

The serpent is looking right at him, or rather, right into him. His eyes seem to bear holes into Foal`s.  Foal cannot take his eyes off the snake.  He stands transfixed and he has stopped running.

He can see everything, up to the smallest details. He can see the golden muscles rippling under the surface, so strong and supple in their swift bending movement, yet made of solid gold and reflecting the sunlight. He can see the golden hood completely raised and inflated, the eyes exuding and impressing sacredness. The serpent towers over Foal in all his majesty.

A KING COBRA . A GOD COBRA. Like one of those Ancient Gods.  So incredibly beautiful , so sacred .

 

Foal woke up in an ineffable and liberating stupor.

A flood of understandings overwhelmed his mind. He needed to make sure all was down in paper, in case he forgot, so he grabbed his pen and started to write it all down in a rushed fury. And so he wrote:

“I think it’s the same theme as for the Stag dream .

I am fascinated by the Divine, but I feel so small, awed and overwhelmed by it.

After reaching out, I always try to run away, but It comes after me until I am forced to look at It, to acknowledge It.

I feel scared of such Beauty, I feel that I am not yet ready to look directly into so much Living Light…

But the Divine is not One to let us go easily and comes after us and begs us to look at It.

And as we stop to look, we discover all the Beauty and Love that has been there all along.”

 

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“I AM here to manifest you, Lord. Make me`LOVE`.” an OBE after a Prayer

 

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 After some five years of the mystifying experiences  I called `physical dreams` (but now I know were actually `etheric out-of-body projections`), I found Buhlman`s and Monroe`s books and got myself some reasonable tools to deal with these inexplicable nightly occurrences.
I knew what I was dealing with now and what to say for more clarity and also what to do in order not to go back into my sleeping body, so with all this new arsenal of information, my out of body experiences took a different turn. I was not touching things as I was before in such physical way that I couldn’t believe I was asleep, and I was not so focused on dispersing negative energies around me, as a true ghost buster. Rather, I started flying and passing through walls. This was a first for me.

So this is how a new chapter in my `night-life` started !
This particular night, just before sleep and just out of nowhere, these words of Prayer took form and voice, and so I prayed  : `

“I AM HERE TO MANIFEST YOU, LORD.

I NEED TO BE LOVE TO MANIFEST YOU, LORD.

MAKE ME “LOVE”.”

Now as always, let my Journal speak !

 April 25, 2010        1 am.

 I prayed so spontaneuosly:

 “I AM HERE TO MANIFEST YOU, LORD.  I NEED TO BE LOVE TO MANIFEST YOU, LORD.  MAKE ME “LOVE”.”

 Then as I tried to sleep, but couldn’t, I got up and went to the bathroom. Came back to bed, did the Dream Paraliminal CD, then took the earphones out.

Kind of feeling something may be happening. Had been having light vibrations since after 11.30 pm.

Now, vibrations are a new thing for me. Wonder if it is because of the influence of the OBE books. Before reading all these books, I never felt any vibrations at all,  just found myself in the center of my room  and sooooo out of body.

  1.30 am.  OBE

Again, without any vibration, I am conscious of moving out of my body, just a slight shoulder twist and up sitting on the bed.

The separation is smooth. No sounds, no strong vibrations, just OUT like that.

But after this, things are not smooth at all.

Find myself near the ceiling, but not really in control, then I  fly down closer to the floor, and go around the perimeter of my room in circles,  like a merry-go-round. (mmm, very funny …)

 Then I am up near the ceiling again, also going round and round but feels like I don`t know well what I`m doing. (Also the very first time that this happened, several months ago, I was going around my chandelier like forever, like stupid forever!!!)

I squeeze my eyes, just as when you watch a scary movie,  because I am afraid that if I see my sleeping body, I may be sucked back in. I don`t want to go back into my body, want to try some more of this.

 Then I recall Buhlman`s words that I should say “Awareness now” or “Clarity now “, and  I do so, but the result is not as good or as strong as I thought.

 I am still in my room and struggling for control, but finally do manage to fly up again near the ceiling and joyfully start cavorting in the air for the pure pleasure of it. I love this !!! I feel like a kid!

Maybe feeling more confident, decide it is safe to open my eyes completely, and see if I can really see my sleeping body in the bed. I am still afraid I may go back into my body if I see it, but I try anyway.

At this moment I am near the ceiling just above the upper frame of my bedroom door, and from there I look down, and there I am !! wow . What can I say …

Under the covers of my bed, there is the silhouette of a body with a foot and an arm sticking out of the bedcovers. I can`t see my face though, it`s too dark and the bed is too far, and besides, the face is looking the other way.

I am thrilled that I can really see me and still be in the air, so I decide to try go downstairs.  Actually I want to try say “Universe”, but  don`t feel too confident in my astral navigation system ( 🙂 !), and abort this plan .

 As I start to move, I remember Buhlman said I could pass through walls if I wanted, but I somehow hesitate. I am afraid of trying and not succeeding. Then kind of pull myself together and look at the wall with determination. I start by pressing my right shoulder against it and push. Then push some more. Feel some resistance at first, but then wow! I simply go through !!  I am elated at this, that it is all true and that I can do it. Decide to `fly` downstairs and go to the entrance hall.

 Here I am struggling to stay OBE, so I try to concentrate on out-of-body things, don’t remember well here, but I am finally able to go out of the house. Before I know it, I am in my garden and for some reason, I start going up and up at extreme speed all the while repeating (maybe afraid ??) “I love you God” over and over again.

It all feels like a blur and it`s kind of a bit vague here. Then it feels like I`m being pulled back to my body, but I am actually rather hovering just above it.  I am desperately trying not to go in yet.  Then I go in, but know /feel I can go out again, and so I do.  For a while, I seem to be playing at going in and out, several times in a row, don’t know why, but then I wake up inside the body.

 Big points :

Moving out smoothly

Not good control of flying

Flying in circles

Seeing myself from above in bed

Getting some control, happily cavorting near the ceiling (and maybe in the sky too, but it`s only a vague remembrance here)

Passing through the wall

Repeating “I love you God”

 

Well, not truly exhilarating as many of those OBEs stories I read about, but a new start for sure.

Different from my `physical dreams` (etheric projections) where everything is so very physical and the me in there is so super-focused and like on a true mission.  In this experience, I am much more conscious of being `me`,  clearly remembering all I had read in Bulhman`s and Monroe`s books.

Thinking so rationally, so logically, so …with my brain. With the exception that my brain was in the bed sleeping with me ….mmmm… so what ? we don`t need the brain to think ????? but really ?? WOW! Who is thinking then?? WHO IS THE THINKER ??

 

 

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NO-MAN`S LAND… dream or Astral Journey ? Whatever ! I met my Mom in Spirit land !!

beech_bw_and_colour PHOTOGRAPHY BY RACHEL BURCH  http://www.rachelburchphotography.com/

Again I don`t know if this was a dream or if I actually astral-journeyed somewhere, but it was as real as it gets ! or, if possible, more real than it gets !! and to me it couldn`t get more profound or incredible than it already is ! Before I go on, I would like to say that any remarks about the color of the skin in this article are meant simply  to describe the dream as it was. I love people of every race and color, and am myself married to a man of the `yellow ( 🙂 ) race ! As for the big black guards, I guess they were `leftover images/symbols` from watching the movie Black Diamonds .

December 12, 2009 6.20 am.
NO-MAN’S-LAND DREAM
I am walking in the Panama Strait (or what for some reason I believe is the Panama Strait). It feels like I am going from the Pacific Ocean side to the Atlantic Ocean side. The strait looks like the bed of a half-exsiccated river.
I am flying above it. I can see big ships, black metallic ships, going through either the few little patches of water left or through the patches of dry sand.
In the dry patches the black ships have to be pulled by many iron wires attached to some kind of machine.
As I look at this from above, I wonder why they would try to cross here through this big dried up country rather than going around South America.
And I hear the answer in my head, somebody telling me that even in spite of these difficulties, it is shorter than going around the continent.
I am walking now in the center of this dried-up canal, which looks more like a wide sandy dirt road, and really looks more and more like an African landscape to me.

Anyway I walk and walk and then I arrive at this check post, where there are militaries, big black African-looking guys in kaki Bermuda-pants with big guns. Very much like the big black military guys in the movie Black Diamonds that I had just seen (this may have influenced this image). They look pretty mean and dangerous.

A few meters beyond the check post there is a pretty wide intersection of dirt roads.
I see an old truck 30-40 meters in front of me, and as I look on, it starts to head off. As I go on walking in the same direction, I notice a ‘plump’ eggplant, really beautiful and so purple and all shiny, in front of my feet, and then another and another, in a straight line, some 2 feet apart.
I realize they are falling from the truck. All those beautiful purple eggplants were left one by one right in front of my path, like big ripe fruits to follow.

I start picking a few up and have my hands full, when I see some soldiers go after that truck. They stop the truck and forcefully take the driver away, like a prisoner or as if he has to be punished . For what ? just for having dropped some eggplants?? I am puzzled.
He is also an African-looking black guy, but not as big as the others, and not mean looking. Here for the first time I have this feeling that he had dropped the eggplants on purpose and for my sake.
They are rough with him and the man looks scared.

Seeing this, I reason that to avoid problems with the mean militaries I’d better leave the eggplants where they were. So I drop them.
I see these soldiers tie some thick rope 2-3 times around this man’s torso and hang him by it off a big single tree that was standing in a small yard-like clearing. They start swinging him. The man is pleading; don’t know exactly what they are doing to him.

Then I walk back towards the military check-post. I need some indications, so I go there.
One black soldier is  sitting on a wooden chair outside of the ‘police station’ and looks bored and sullen.
I wonder whether there is anybody who speaks English there, so I approach him tentatively saying “English…? English ??”
The man grunts something like Yes and another man comes out of the small wooden hut that was the post. They do look big and threatening, big black surly muscled guys and heavily armed .

I explain the best I can and in a very explicit manner that I need to go through this canal, because I have to get to the other side of the continent, and that I need directions and a guide.
They seem to listen to what I say but in a grudging way. Yet it feels like for some reason they have to oblige me. So I turn around, point at the man dangling from the tree who was being further tortured, and very deliberately say (and gosh, I am so lucid and conscious of what I want here):
” And I would like that man to be my Guide, to take me on the journey.”

Don’t know why I seem to be in this position to just so very casually ask for things and to have to be obliged.
Still the feeling is I somehow know they cannot refuse me, and it is uncanny indeed to see little me talk so brazenly to these big black mean giants with annoyed faces, and make extreme requests as if it was no big deal.

I go near the tree and look up at this man, who has now curled his legs up in fear, still dangling from the tree.
There is now another big black man under the tree but he is not a military. He is dressed in a rough-fabric long draping garment or robe like a long tunic, maybe a priest or a religious figure, but I perceive a rather slimy vicious energy there.
He is holding a pair of tiny, very tiny blue plastic scissors and has a sneer on his face. Actually, and can’t explain why, I know he is going to cut the dangling man`s testicles.
Funny thing again, I go there and confront him as if I were in all my rights and tell him very decisively that he has to stop, and I say very, very clearly:`This man  is now with me, he comes with me to show me on.` As if this was enough to let him go free …
The priest-like figure doesn’t look a bit happy about this, but again it seems he has to comply.
The ‘swinging’ man from the tree looks at me with unbelieving eyes, like he couldn’t believe what was happening,

Then can`t remember why but I am back at the check post and am speaking to the military again, explaining something about my situation again, that I am traveling from one ocean to the other and must cross the continent, but it is a bit blurry here. As I speak though, I turn slightly around and literally stop dead in my track.

Mamma is there, a few meters away from me. I can see her from the side. She is walking straight on at a fast pace, completely focused like looking for something.
For a few seconds I stand still and mute, completely speechless, I can’t believe it.
Then I shout “Mamma, Mamma!” and start running towards her.
She turns around and says “Lory, Lory” and we hug and hug.

This is a very emotional moment, so real, so warm.
We hug, we embrace, we stroke each other’s back, I hold her so close and caress her back, saying “Mamma, Mamma” over and over again.
I can feel everything, she is so real, so tangible, palpable, it’s amazing.
I touch her, and pat her, all the time very lucidly thinking `How is it possible ? She is dead.` ( I was so conscious while in there, so incredibly `thinking` ! )
And to make sure she is really her and alive, I even pinch her gently on the sides. And I can feel her flesh, real warm flesh … my mind screams inside my head `But she is dead!`… for a tiny instant I feel totally overwhelmed by the absurdity of this experience. But then Love floods all over me again, and all the rest feels so irrelevant .

So much Love, warmth, emotion, comfort, reassurance, happiness, joy, can’t describe. She hugs me back and I can feel everything. Just everything !
Then she says (in Italian of course) :
“Mio Dio, Lory, menomale ! Ti abbiamo cercato tanto !”
(My God, Lory, thank goodness ! We have looked for you so hard!”)

I ask her then if Papa’ is there too, and she says:
”Si’, c’e’ anche Papa’, e’ rimasto piu’ indietro, sta arrivando .”
(“Yes, Papa’ is here too, he is a bit behind, but he is coming.”) And this is so like her, she was always the quick one, the one going first.

And as I look  back at this dirt street, the one she had been coming from, I see that there are many other people also coming from that direction.
But they look stranded with this strange look in their eyes, not knowing where they are or where to go, and their clothes are worn off.
I think they were all Caucasian-looking (or `mixed`), not black as the guards.
But Papa’ is not among them. And I must say I feel relieved at this. It didn’t look like a nice group to be part of. And I wouldn’t have liked to see him among them.

Then we must have decided to start preparing for the next leg of the journey.
The feeling here  is that  now we go together.
I am standing in front of this narrow wooden table.
On the table there is a cardboard box and I am filling it with the eggplants of before, maitake mushrooms and then also oranges, mandarins and other fruits, all so beautifully ‘plump’, truly beautiful almost shiny fruits. I am packing all the provisions I think we may need in our journey.

I have almost filled it up to the top, when a big tall black soldier comes near me and looks in with suspicious eyes.
I turn to him very nonchalantly and explain everything, how it is all right, that I am allowed to be here, that all has been cleared etc. etc.
He looks sullen, but doesn’t say anything, and just stands there looking.

Mamma must be somewhere near, I think.
I know that I am waiting for Papa’ to arrive and start our journey together.
All of a sudden and so unexpectedly a very surprising thing happens.
I hear a man’s voice, as the voice of a narrator at the end of some TV drama episode, a voice talking from somewhere above me and saying :

“AND HERE THE EXPLOSION OCCURRED.”

Like the last scene promising me another episode …
And I woke up.
God, I certainly didn’t want to wake up.

Reflections

What a dream … again I am immersed in `THAT` world so completely . Totally.
Now, after waking up, I keep going back there with my mind.
Mom and Dad were desperately looking for me.
Was I in such precarious condition??
Was I in more danger than I thought ? … Because I had been trying to reach to the `Other Side`?? But I didn’t feel in real danger. It may have felt somewhat risky at times, but it also felt like for some reason I had a right to be there, and that was why the guards could not refuse me or my requests. I have no idea why that would be so, though.

Was this the place in between the two big waters, the two big oceans, the interconnecting canal from this life to the other, to the Other Side ??
In this respect it would make sense that Mamma and Papa’ could walk those ‘streets’. They passed away years ago, Dad in 1994 and  Mom in 2006.

And all those “stranded-looking-people”, are they the Lost Souls who do not know how to get through ???
And then the Guide … actually I don’t know what happened of the ‘swinging-from-the-tree-man’ that was supposed to guide me.
Don’t remember seeing him again. But anyway the dream stopped half-way. Yet, why did I have to go and save my own Guide ?? I thought Guides were supposed to save us …
At first I  thought the driver of the truck had been caught because he had negligently dropped the eggplants, but, most probably, he was just showing me the way and got  punished because of this. Something, I assume, that must have been out of their rules, something not allowed there maybe.

And the `explosion`… mmm, this is intriguing. In other occasions too, either in dreams or other astral experiences, it has happened that when I hear an explosion, there is a change of dimensions. And since I woke up right at that moment, that would make sense. From `their` dimension I came back to my `awake` dimension.
And I can’t help being reminded of the words I heard years ago. I was sleeping very very deeply, but somehow I knew I was going to wake up. And here is when I heard somebody saying in a very strong, clear voice:

“THEY TOOK A SECOND AND SPLIT IT INTO A NANO-SECOND, AND IN THE EXPLOSION THE IMAGE OF OTHER UNIVERSE (S) REVERSE (S).”
It was a man`s voice, such a strong self-assured voice, like a statement or a declaration.
I have little scientific background, so these messages (it was not the first) are just beyond the stretch of my knowledge or intelligence. Maybe a physicist would know the meaning of this…..
( and, by the way, who are ‘They’ ??)

Feelings:
Unhappy to wake up, but so very happy to have really touched and hugged Mamma, so PHYSICALLY, so emotionally, so ‘REALLY’.
Can only pray for the next episode to be shown to me ….

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INITIATION DREAM or OBE ?

pond dream painting by ANDREW BOERGER, my dear friend who paints my dreams

When I had this dream, I classified it as a dream and not an OBE, because even if I was making very lucid and rational decisions in there and had a precise agenda, it felt different from the usual OBEs in my room, where I really felt I moved as if I was completely awake. But now, after reading many posts of other fellow astral travelers, I wonder whether it was in fact an astral projection, one that I was not conscious enough to bring back as a memory.
Now I suppose that I`ll let my journal speak again .

January 22, 2008 4-4.30 am (Full Moon in Leo)

I am out in a strange land on a strange long arduous trip in the mountain woods.
We (there is group of us) have to go through many kinds of difficult tests and trials, like an initiation maybe.
There is this very big man with us, our Guide it seems, and he comes and tells me that we have passed the tests and we can go back.
And then he adds :
” But you have to meet someone before you go back.”

He explains how this was a very special Being, but that I had to be very careful, because he was easily scared and may run away.

He goes away for a few moments and comes back with a strange Being indeed, a small man, not human but alike.
He has a long face, jaw a little drooping, eyes kind of clouded, eyelids half closed. His body is a little different too. Long arms limp at his sides, trousers as long as a little below his knees and an open shirt on his bare chest, a little apish in the whole.
At first glance, he looks very shy and as if he is mentally retarded, certainly not an intelligent or smart face, quite the contrary, yet I can feel his intelligence and just seem to know in my heart he is a special Being.

I take much care in moving my arms slowly so not to scare him away, and make some light gestures to start a communication and make friends. I like this guy very much and want to communicate this feeling to him.
He is looking at me, just looking at me, me making all these gestures.
At first, no reaction at all, but then after a few moments, it seems he finally understands some of my gestures and face expressions.

All of a sudden I see his eyes brightening up in understanding .
He looks incredibly happy. He totally glows with joy.
We realize we are actually communicating in Love and friendship; I can see it from his face, and this realization makes me so happy too.
He opens his arms widely and lightly beats his chest in joy in an orangutan-ish sort of way. He gives me a huge smile and gets closer to hug me.
I hug him back in great happiness, with big pats on his back.

I very deeply know and feel I made a friend, a very special one and that I am receiving something very powerful from him.
He cannot speak, it seems, or at least it is a different language, made of some kind of grunts.
But I know it is such an honor I could make friends with him.

And now that all our trials and tests are finished and that I have met this guy, it seems we can finally go back home.

But somebody had mentioned somewhere before in the dream that a young girl had gone missing and it seems she is the daughter of the big man who is guiding us.
I don’t know why, but these words stayed in my mind.

As I am finally leaving to go back home and walking on a dirt path around this little eerie lake-pond, I see a small body floating head down in the water.

It is dark, like almost night, but I can see because of the moonlight.
I can easily see her body floating life-less or conscious-less in the far side of the pond among water plants and weeds beyond a tree which has its roots in the pond.

For a moment, bewildered, I stare at her and wonder why nobody has gone to help her, but then I realize that for some reason nobody else can see her. For one tiny fraction of a second I hesitate, I so want to go home, but I know I must do this, because I seem to be the only one who sees her. So after all it is not over yet, the biggest and hardest trial of all is still in front of me .
The last test before I can go back …

The pond with its dim light looks beautiful and eerie, but so spooky and scary at the same time, with this strange tree rooted in the waters and all the floating weeds and with the body of this girl motionless in the far side of it.

If I dive to save her, I may never be able to make it … just now that we are at the end of the journey…
I look at the pond again.
Then in one quick movement I dive and swim across the reeds and water plants, that look like weeds or kelp.

I start strongly, but after a few strokes I feel my limbs losing strength, going numb.
My arms and legs feel so heavy and it feels like I have to move tons to go forward.
Everything feels as if in slow motion and my limbs are getting heavier and heavier, as if something is strongly pulling me down underwater.
I feel the darkness there. It`s pulling at me.
My mind too starts feeling a great numbness.

I realize I’m losing consciousness and they are dragging me down in the water. It would be the end of all.
For a moment I feel like I’m letting go, it is just too much for me, I feel so tired, I want to let go and go down.
But then I see the girl right in front of me and she is so close to me, just a few strokes.

All of a sudden, I feel a spark in me, some great strength and sense of rebellion arises with a thought “No ! I won’t let them stop me !”, and I literally bounce back and start swimming with such fury, in simply an unconceivable and impossible manner from a human parameter.

I reach to the girl, haul her over my shoulders with superhuman strength, start swimming again with unbelievable power, and when I get to the fence in the middle of the pond (kind of a wooden barricade some 40-50 cm. tall), I literally throw her over it as if she weighed nothing and then haul myself over it in a display of incredible will and strength.

I know I am exhausted, but I move in a fury of Energy.
It is not human strength . It just can’t be.
I swim the last yards with the girl on my shoulder and then throw her on the shore, which becomes a house, her house.

The girl is moving, she is alive but still lying down.

Her father, our big guide, is there and is so surprised and happy.
And I feel so happy too that I had not given in and that I had made it .
I am happy I had finally believed in the power in me .

The thing is though that I know (and must have known in the dream too most probably) that the strength found in myself at the last minute (when I really thought I was going to die), was not really mine, but had come from the encounter with that special Being.

It felt like I had received this special Power from him, that it was given to me at the very end of the journey because it was the very thing I needed to overcome the final test.
But first I had to win his trust .

That was the reason why, but I’m assuming here, the Guide had told me that I had to meet somebody special before being able to go back. I truly HAD to meet him to be able to make it back .

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Now that I am awake I still remember vividly the dread of being pulled down and feeling my limbs go numb, losing strength.

A moment of scare, but overcome.

I remember the pond, so dark and weird and scary looking, but beautiful in its own darkness.

And the sense of euphoria and elation at the end for having made it and saved the girl.

I remember the spurt of willed up Energy with which I made the last feet to the girl and when I hauled her over the fence in the middle of the pond. I was in a frenzy, but I felt the strength and Power in me surging up.

But who was him, the special Being ??

I truly believe it was an INITIATION.
The long arduous trip, the many trials, the trust won and this special Being who gives me the last strength necessary to my last big trial, the sense of Inner Strength, the searching and the goal.
Thank you Lord for this beautiful dream.

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THE MUMMY AND I …a strange OBE

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OK, as probably some of you already know from my other blog posts, my first three OBEs were a mixture of outlandish craziness and freaky attacks with a spiritual tinge.
Now let’s flash-forward some twenty OBEs or more.
After those first three incredible experiences, somehow I seemed to start developing this kind of atypical exit from the body. No sounds, no vibrations, no sleep paralysis (although I did feel indeed great pressure in the air), no foretelling or forewarning at all … just falling deep asleep and opening my eyes in a different kind of atmosphere, but always in my room. And most of the times, once `out there`, I seemed to have this propensity for looking around for lurking `non-benevolent` entities.

For reasons that I can`t fathom yet, this me in that plane (whom I called Big-She-crazy-me) seemed to be able to sense them whenever they were around.
There were times when I could actually see them as vapourish blobs sitting on my bed or in the corridor, and exuding such strong, tangible sense of malevolence that I would feel compelled to put up energy fights and try to `dissolve` them.

Now this OBE is particularly important to me because of a few new `things`that had never happened before, such as an uncommon encounter with a mummy, and meeting my husband in his etheric form too.
Now let my journal talk !
(oh, by the way, in 2008 I still had no idea that these phenomena were called OBEs – or that we had an `etheric` body or any other kind of body for that- so I called them `physical dreams`.)

May 13, 2008 1.30 am.
Physical dream
This time I didn’t even realize the moment of shift, no remembering or feeling of being sucked in, nothing. It was so real and normal. I was `there` and thought it normal, maybe I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep.
On the left side of my bed, I see/sense some kind of Energy form, although I cannot see it clearly. It’s more a sort of vaporish thing.
In all my previous experiences, these `entities` have always been negative and unpleasant, and I always had to fight them to keep them at bay.

My first reaction this time is to see if I can make a sort of normal, peaceful communication, but although I try, it remains completely still and emanates a definite sense of strong malevolence.
So I think `No way ! I`m not going to let it have its way` and then I go on saying out loud quite belligerantly “ OK, if this is how you want it …“
So, still lying in bed, but ready to start to fight, I prop myself up on my elbows and raise my hands in front of me, palms facing outwards, but somehow I feel impeded in my movements. And as I push my hands forward with greater effort, I feel something going out of them. Energy ?? don`t know, but definitely not light, rather something more substantial as … plasma ???
It must be some form of Energy and it is very strong.
As this Energy flows out of my raised hands, I can feel this ‘thing’ or entity recede little by little.
I feel relieved that it`s over so quickly, but then as I think I can get some respite, in the corner of my right eye, I glimpse a very big and white thing that seems to be suspended horizontally in the air over one side of my bed.
I try to turn my face to look better at what it is, but I realize I can’t easily turn my head to the right.

Everything is again so heavy and the air weighs tons.
Besides I am feeling tired from the first bout with the first ‘thing`’, and am not looking forward to another bout in a row.

As I finally manage to turn my head, I see a big white shape in the form of a very big man, but all covered in white bandages, from head to toe.
It is suspended horizontally as if lying down in the air on his right side, and now that I think about it (at that time I didn’t, though) it looked pretty much as one of those mummies we see in museums. It was completely covered in white bandages, I couldn’t see an inch of skin, nor eyes.

Now the funny thing is that this would totally freak me out in normal life, but here the only thing I seem to be thinking, and very nonchalantly I daresay, is that I have to fight off this one too and I don’t enjoy the prospect a bit. I feel tired. I must have used a lot of energy.
But as I start to raise my hands again, `he` extends one bandaged arm forward towards me (his right arm, I think) and leaves it there without any further movement.
In this moment I somehow realize he is trying to reassure me and is maybe asking for help … or support … anyway, he was asking for something and was not hostile. HE WAS NOT HOSTILE !!!
To me the most important thing was that he was not hostile.
IT WAS A FIRST .
So I lower my hands and he SPEAKS !!!!!!
It was a first again; it had never happened before, I was so surprised.

He says in a man’s voice and SO CLEARLY :
”I AM FI-FIAN AND I WILL TELL YOU MY STORY “
(now I think I heard Fee-fee-an, but in my first notes I wrote Fi-ni-an, so now I am a little confused, could be Fee-nian )
As I hear that, I’m happy and thrilled at the same time, and I hurry to take my notebook and pen to make sure to write everything down. (It`s incredible how consciously and lucidly I can think)
It’s amazing !! he talked to me and tried to start a communication !!!
And besides, what is even more amazing is that I do all this while asleep, as if I am awake and move as awake; most probably this time I had not even realized I was asleep or that I had made the shift at all.
To me it was absolutely happening in that moment.

He is just about to speak when my husband unexpectedly (he too in his other body) comes into my room.
He opens the door and says he wants to talk about something. I realize he is not in his real body, that he must be using this other body too, but looks so real though.

As he comes in, `they` disappear in a moment. Then my husband sits on the bed and starts talking to me. I make a joke and pat him on the chest lightly (and could feel it as if in physical reality), and I woke up.
Quite astonishingly later on in the morning at around 6.30 am., he actually came into my room and told me exactly the same thing. EXACTLY THE SAME THING !!! Wow!

As I asked him if he had come around 2 am. to talk to me, he said absolutely not and that I must be joking (!!!!)
So it seems he has no idea he was in another body, he has no recollection at all … then maybe most people are too, when they are sleeping, and just don’t know about it.

This has been extraordinary in many ways.
The first time one of `them` tried to make a decent communication, and then my husband coming into this world too (but apparently he doesn’t know it. It was in another reality that all this happened)
Again this was a typhoon night, very heavy rain. Is it easier for these things to happen in stormy nights for some reason ??
Many of these physical dreams actually happened during typhoons nights.

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How Many Me-s in the Astral ?

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A FEW REFLECTIONS BASED JUST ON PERSONAL EXPERIENCE

I would like to call attention to the fact that both in dreams and OBEs, at least for me, there seems to be almost always a watching me and an acting me. Well, actually and to be precise, there are many more MEs than I could reckon. Let me explain.

In a dream, the easier count would be: the sleeping me, the dreaming me, the watching me and the acting me. But why do I have this feeling that there are many more?
For instance, I was dreaming once that I fell asleep in a car and had a dream (in the car), in fact a precognitive dream that told me what the end of the dream would be. So should I also count the sleeping me and the dreaming me inside the dream…??
That is a crowd, you say, (for sure), but somehow, and incredibly so, it does totally corroborate my experiences in the astral.

Apart from the fact that it can be a little confusing, it is, on the other hand, also great food for thought. We are definitely not what we think we are, and definitely not just what we see with our physical eyes. We are truly multi-dimensional beings !

Now, if we want to talk more specifically of the various me-s during an OBE, I must first draw your attention to the fact that in a way, it feels like there is some sort of `aware` distance between them … like, despite being different bodies, they are kind of aware of each other.
What I noted is that there is at least a me SLEEPING, a me ACTING, a me OBSERVING and also a me KNOWING IT IS ASLEEP (…at least one of us is certainly asleep, but which me it is, I am afraid I am not sure anymore…).

As I mentioned in other posts, when I find myself out-of-body, I tend to act as this fierce and focused being that I call Big/She/Crazy/Me, because from the `observing-tiny-me` view-point, she truly acts in baffling ways and does things I would not care to do. She mystifies me and at times scares me with her boldness.
She seems to have this knack for behaving in an utterly perplexing, crazy, daring and un-sensible manner most of the times. And she freaks me out. She does. She does, because she seems to be on this mission of looking around for ghostly-negative-energies in the astral, challenging them out and thrashing them, if they don’t accept to go to the Light.
So can you see now how for one like me, who had never believed in ghosts, this kind of behavior is totally horrifying? (although later on, I must admit it `saved` me many times, but this is another story for another time)

Invariably, the more `normal` and commonsensical observing-tiny-me, who – in spite of itself – has to witness all of her `big` antics, grows perturbed and wants to wake up before, you know, things start to turn reeeaally bad … like really, really bad ! 🙂

Many times I found myself squirming/observing and worrying myself to death, yelling at her in my mind : “What are you doing? don’t mess with them ! let them be! are you out of your mind??…are you out of your mind??? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND ???”

Yes, hilarious as it may sound, I find myself yelling at her `ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?` while I am actually `OUT OF MY BODY`…………………………..
( lol, what is left of me ??… 🙂 )

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“Big-She-Crazy-Me” Unafraid in the Astral !

As I have already mentioned in my other posts, my out of body experiences, especially the first ones, were no bed of roses. Reading my journal posts may even feel altogether terrifying. Well, after all, I was being attacked most of the times by not very friendly or benevolent entities, right? And if it had been a movie (horror movie for sure!) I would probably be squirming in my seat almost all of the time!

But not `SHE`!! This `she` who is `me`, this she/me in the astral would take no b…t, not for a second.
She would even go further and challenge these unfriendly entities out, and eventually have `energy fights` with them, or at other times she would try to enticingly talk to them about taking them to the Light, or at other times again she would say, rather shout, inspiring words to them such as `Love is God ` !!

In waking up, I could never believe my audacity `in there`! Nonetheless both the insane challenges and the beautiful statements of Love never failed to blow my mind away!
Was I really saying those things? Was I really doing those things? How could she be really me … and yet she was! I just couldn’t wrap my scattered brains around the fact that this she/me in there was always so strong, so fearless, and yes, courageous almost to the point of recklessness.

I started calling her the Big/She/Crazy/Me, because that was the only definition that could come close to describing her.
There was this huge gap between the she/me in there, and the little me in the awake/normal world. For truly inexplicable reasons, she never seemed to be afraid of what, according to my saner and more sensible little self ( 🙂 ), she should. She simply seemed to know that these `things` had no power over her.

And how can I explain this … in a way, it always felt like she was on a true mission that I didn’t seem to understand well. But I owe her a lot, actually I owe her more than I could ever say; the fact that she always remained focused and not scared at all by these inexplicable attacks really saved my mind.
And I truly mean this. You see, this kind of experiences, if they become extreme, as they became for me in 2007 during an illness that left me bed-ridden for three months, can really lead to mental insanity.

2007 was actually my fourth year of out of body experiences, although I didn`t understand what they were yet (and although, mind you!, not all OBEs are scary experiences!!). And in that summer I found myself in desperate need for help. Possibly because of my illness and subsequent low physical energy, I really can’t say for sure, my OBEs became uncontrollable and full of bullying attacks, like every night and of the spookiest sort. And for the first and only time Big/She/Crazy/Me seemed not to be able to cope too well. (and I will talk about this in more details in future posts; it needs to be talked about)

Honestly, if I had not had my family and my spiritual beliefs to support and anchor me, it could have really proved to be more than my mind could endure. Of course the best help and quickest solution would have been to have somebody explain it to me. But I didn’t have that good fortune until 2009.

In point of fact, and I remember this very clearly, one of the first thoughts that crossed my mind during those dreadful three months of astral bully was `Oh! The poor people in the loony!`.
I just couldn’t help thinking how maybe many of the poor people confined to such places could have really been merely hearing and seeing things that others couldn’t, exactly as I was. And I could too easily understand how without support, they may have gone mad. But I was sure I was NOT INSANE. I was sure there was something else going on, something I could not control or understand well enough to logically and rationally explain to others (or to myself for that). But I was a grounded person and I had a sound and no-nonsensical mind, and I absolutely knew I was not a nut case for the mad-house!

Amongst all this, the blessing was that my family, in spite of the fact that they could not of course understand what was really going on, trusted my judgment and helped me recover physically, which turned out to be all I needed for Big/She/Crazy/Me to get back her strength and blow the astral bullies away. And this is not a metaphor! In my first OBE after getting back on my feet, she literally blew them away … from the palm of her hand … a soft blow and they dispersed! It was a glorious day ! 
As strength came back, I found myself able to control my fear better, especially since my best ally, this strong she/me, seemed to be back and thriving again.
From this experience I came to the conclusion that a debilitated and weak physical self does not help in the astral. But I may be totally wrong here, and it may be different for each person.

Well, fear cannot be erased totally in one stroke, but with the passing of years and the gathering of more knowledge it did gradually subside. I became more confident and more used to the astral phenomena and, most of all, I took part in one of William Buhlman`s workshops, and that made a huge difference. I finally understood what was happening, and knew what to do ! Knowledge is power indeed.

One last but important consideration before closing is that, beside the help of my family, one really BIG element played a great part in helping me stay sane and overcome fear during those experiences. It was this strong sense of spirituality, profound spirituality that, despite all, I could feel present there, although it eluded me in its greatness. And I will be talking about this for sure in my next posts. It is a huge and often underrated and maybe not enough appreciated aspect of the OOB experience.

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Deciphering the Mystery of OBE-s

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My first experiences of unsolicited and totally out of control astral projections left me scared, puzzled and confused to the extreme. Not understanding what this phenomenon was and not daring to tell anyone for lack of words or maybe for abundance of fear, I found myself spending more and more time alone trying to figure out the whole thing and considering what my future perspectives were. What was this? a sign of impending disease, or an early sign of dementia? If something else, will I be able to control it one day? Will I be able to overcome the fear I always feel in waking up? Will this go on happening forever? And, by the way, most of all, for God`s sake, what IS this ???

Well, these were but a few of the perturbing questions that were afflicting my mind some ten years ago when all this started. And my mind would be buzzing all day and night with this impenetrable and inexplicable thought `They are not dreams, but I am asleep.`…  How can I move if I am asleep?  Hamlet`s dilemma seemed small in comparison to mine.

In order to cope better with my lack of understanding and ensuing fear, I knew I had to provide these mysterious occurrences with some sort of reference or identity. Yes, I needed to classify them as best , or as worst, I could. So I decided to give them a name and came up with the term “physical dreams”. Physical because they were so tangible, and dreams because, if I was asleep, what else could I call them?

I also knew that, to pacify my befuddled mind so it could come to terms with its very perplexed self, I had to find an explanation of some sort … of any sort.  I thought I may start by trying to find a recurrent pattern, like maybe it was something in my diet or in my daily life that was triggering them, but, for the love of me, I couldn’t. It all seemed so without any plan or structure. I had noticed though, that, despite the dissimilarities, in each and every one of them there were definitely elements in common.  So I decided to try to single out these elements and make a list, and then see if I could come up with some sort of answer closer  to my intellectual appreciation.

And so I did. I made a list of these repeating elements and also added a few personal reflections on what were my feelings and perceptions when I was `in there` (sorry for this poor and inadequate description of other dimensions, but at that time I didn’t know any better…). And I called it `the Shift`.  Here is what I wrote:

THE SHIFT

1. Unlike normal dreams, I am always in my bed (when it starts), usually same position I fell asleep.

2. I am aware I am asleep but move around with what seems to be my body (which is  supposed to be asleep in bed). 

3. 90% of the times it happens right after I go to bed (around midnight). Feels like: I close my eyes, I open my eyes and there I am.

4. The air feels thick, different, oppressive feeling. Many times  at first it takes me a lot of energy to start moving my limbs. Like cutting through thick, dense, almost solid air. Feeling of being pressed down by heavy air or … energy??  Yet sometimes I can move at lightning speed ! and can touch and move things around and feel everything as if I were touching them with my physical body (which can`t be , because I can see me asleep…)

5. I am totally conscious and focused, more than I am in normal/awake life.

6. Gap between this `me` in there, and the usual `me` is profound.

7. This she/me seems to be much more powerful  than my `usual` me, doesn`t seem to be afraid of what I would actually be terrified of.

8. I don’t seem to be afraid in there, but I am in waking up. don’t want to fall asleep again (because I know I would be drawn back `in there` in the split of a second).

My mind loved making the list. I guess it felt a bit as if it was back in control, but not for long. Come next `Shift`, and everything was out of control again. So what was I able to make out of the list? Absolutely nothing. I was back to square one. I had no clue. But I knew it was imperative I found a way out from , if not these occurrences, at least, from the fear. Or I may lose my mind.

P.S. In my next posts, for those interested, I `ll speak more specifically about the sense of dread that can be present in the astral and how I coped with it. And how eventually I overcame my fear.

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OBEs and I… an absurd story

As I said in my other blog post, when I had my first OBE in 2004, I had no idea what was happening to me. In fact, I didn’t even know such a term as astral projection or OBE existed.
For five years, in the attempt of even having just a sniff of what this phenomenon could possibly be, I started buying books and books and books… but, unfortunately, the wrong kind of books. Assuming that something that happened at night when I was asleep must be some kind of dream, I went on buying books on dreams, but again, the first years I was not very lucky, or maybe not very smart in my choices.
Some dictionaries on the meaning of dreams felt like absolute nonsense to me and I could not identify my own experiences with what I was reading.

Then finally I came across Edgar Cayce` Association A.R.E., and followed an awesome course with Henry Reed on Dreams. It was finally something that made sense to me and it taught me a lot, but again, still, I could not find anything close to what I was experiencing at night.
The first decent book on dreams that made real sense to me, actually much more than decent, it was outrageously magnificent to me, was Robert Moss`s `The Three “Only” Things`, and there, I was finally getting the feeling that maybe this author was talking mainly of dreams, yes, but not only of dreams. Yet, his experiences and mine were still too different, and despite the fact that I loved every word, I was still on the search for anything or anybody in this wide world that could report anything similar to my own nightly vicissitudes.

It was only in December 2009, after five years of inexplicable things happening at night, that I had the great fortune of getting my hands on a copy of William Buhlman`s `Adventures Beyond The Body`, and came across the word OBE for the first time ever ! God Bless ! Now, this opened a complete different picture in my mind and I found myself realizing that, although I could still not relate to all, this author was indeed talking of something very close to what was happening to me or , at any rate, of a slightly different version of it.
In this book, the name Robert Monroe was mentioned more than once, and it stuck in my mind. I ordered Monroe`s books right away and started reading from the first.
OH- MY- GOD !!!
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I had finally found what I had been looking for. This guy too had had no idea of what was happening to him, this guy too rushed to the doctors to have himself checked up, this guy too had his brain monitored! I WAS NOT ALONE !!!
No need to say that after this, I literally devoured his books, and then went on reading all of William Buhlman`s books and any other book on Astral Projection I could find.

Everything was at last falling into place… it was high time ! I felt such relief, actually something closer to joy than relief ! And, little by little, I found myself capable, for the first time, of talking about it with a few close friends. It’s not like I really needed to talk about this, but it was certainly a liberation not to have to keep it inside as if it were a contagious disease, or rather, a mental malady.

I came to realize that there were people who actually wanted these experiences, and that there were even methods to make them happen.
I must admit, that in my case, to this day, I have no method, no technique whatsoever in my arsenal . These astral projections just seemed to `happen` to me when I least expected them. And to say they happened in the most natural way is almost an understatement. No vibrations, no big thundering noises, no sense of falling, no nothing. And most of the times, it was almost always around midnight, right before falling asleep.

As far as I can recall, just before they `happen`, I usually feel sooo tired, so sleepy, my eyelids sort of cave in, getting heavier and heavier as I sink down into deep sleep. There is a sense of being sucked into the darkness of sleep, but this is so quick that it lasts only a few nanoseconds. Sometimes I don’t even recall going through this passage/process at all.
How can I put it … it happens almost too simply… one moment I close my eyes and fall `into` sleep, next moment I open them up again and puff! Here I am in this `different` space. And wide awake. So totally wide awake, more awake than I could possibly be. It never ceases to amaze me, the quickness, the totality … the closing of my physical eyes and just a second later the opening of my `astral` eyes (but at that time, remember, I didn’t have this knowledge with me, and this word was not yet in my vocabulary). And these astral eyes feel so physical, so incredibly physical, but they are not …THEY ARE NOT, THEY ARE NOT PHYSICAL! My physical eyes, in fact, are completely shut and oblivious… Isn`t this incredible?! I am in my room, in my own bed, in exactly the same position I fell asleep in, yet, nevertheless, there is a totally different feel to the air around me. And so I know I’m `there` again. But where is `there`??? I had no idea.

 
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