10-29-2013, 12:00 AM
10/27-28/13 Waiting/Seeing eye piece to eye piece + Notes
1. ( ) Sadly, it seems, i have very tenouse energy for recall due to late hour i went to sleep, and inner state, so im coming periodically aware/lucid with a bit of frustration at the state im finding myself in when i do...im not even dreaming, its all fog im floating. But the will is there, even though dreams are not so i keep focussing on my intent. I do this several times, and think it snot going to happen. But then a thought...did it already, before, when i wasnt momentatly aware. So i concentrate, in this state on seeing me, what i was when i was solid, in this foggy mess...and there is something there! Keep in mind, this was in sleep i did this. I see myself, standing aware. I am wearing a loose robe, like a nightrobe, bur there isnt much dreaming. Waiting. An old cut on my arm, like a scar in my energy. Ther eis no outer dream, but there is a strong, a strong song. A song of streangth. the song is/does...Learn. Learn from song singing song...or am i sang the song? Via this i connect! ( ) who i was waiting for. I use my hands. But is not here, is connect? no is here, use hands to another dream...her dream...before? My hands are strange. My hands cut the fog to see. this is what i remember, when i come lucid for the 4 time...iw as standing vigil. Next i decide to wake and write, becaus eim in the fog, and if i dont, the fog will swallow it all away.
2. Reduce the wind, over a small area, try to insert some low level dry wind to sap some streangth from a storm. I cant make a vortex of calm, so i make it a bit less...cant manage perfectly still, like eye of tornado, i dont have very much power atm. this is related to storm in england but i only concentrated on one area...im not sure if i helped not or much and im pretty worried and unhappy with my ability to connect and effect this. Move my awareness, such as it is to a group. I deliberetly shift my ap i suppose. So i can have some dreaming after all this given me expended state from a very low energy start. We look at films...films ar elike bubbles...membrane on soap bubbles, but also movie films becasue light shines through them...these bubbles...and PROJECTS. So i We try again. We chase the wind, tails in atmosphere. Breaks in pressure. Breath. First we chased the wind, and when we caught it, its power, we BREATH. Like a non physical mass of awareness breathing the non physical power of wind in then exhaling it into breaks in pressure to...i think what i tried before. To shift a storm. Doing it the hard way, but we all learn this way not just my doing so its good.
3. Latter, and ive woken twice now so i know its pretty late, like 9:30 am. Finally what i was waiting for. A woman contacts me. ( ) My seeing is between two plugs in the wind. Its no longer the storm wind its something else.Seeing is like layer of bubble, thin, in larger thing. How to make them see each other. Not. here. Im not ehre, shes not here...and yet, on another level, a dream, there she is standing infront of me. this is levels....awareness, dream and energy. So what happens is these things like plugs... or like scopes in a riffle...but made of wood, like parts to a game. A lense is inserted in a slot in the middle...its like out eye, or awareness filter. So we do a strange thing. We put one end of this to one of our eyes, each on our own head, close the other...and then touch the ends of the two tubes together to see eah others...lense? To see...it looks close and yet far away through this strange tube. I relasie these tube sare in energy, are huge...and the figure i saw was not real, it was a stand in to guide my piece towards. Its all getting very strange! We place, see, and see the distance via the tube. So now my awareness, and i take it hers, shifts to the middle lense in the tube...and its closer! not an infinite seeming gap. i can see something distant. then i juo again, the the lense on the edge that is almost touching the second lense...and we are close, its like the size, in perspective, of a mountain and glowing. then something in the other on, or that i send. "remove tube from skull so we can talk". It sunclear what to do. But it seems this tunbe had become an eye for seeing, so i move enrgy to put it down, with awareness still on the tip. And....we are both now in the same spot! Or the awarenes fille dintot he hollow image of a woman, and it looks more correct. And it seems i went into the hollow imag eof a guy that guided her eyepiece. We arent in the same spot anymore. sorcery! ther eis a small house, on an empty street. We go in. Got weird after this. The mathematical symbol for "pi". Lesson. shifts to hot pies cooling on a windowsill. I want to eat, but i know the flavors are strange. Sure enough, we cut one, and it smells like weed (marjiuna) we wont eat that. "hot flavor image is weed dont need that". I eat a small piece. But it snot that pie. But whateve ri ate, it makes me run around the walls like the flash...like a madman. More people are in the house im running around in circles on side of the wall. "Eat pie" "dont eat the pie" I talk like the mad hatter from alice in wonderland. I jump off the wall and look like hans solo. I say "Its a comedy kid...relax" to some uptight person/people. then their is a big Gut fatso squeezed intoa chair witha bib he wants to eat pies. Or us. not sure lol. Both and all of the above. So we fight. Its like the game mike tysons punchout, im a little boxer hitting "king hippo" in the gut but every hit he narfs up something or someone he ate, till hes normal size again.
4. Im at a new school, im me, but not me. Students seem sorta stupid, as do the teachers. Only one i like in the principal. So, i eat my lunch at odd hour, with him in the cafetera alone, and we talk frankly about the state of the school/things. Hes a tall thin black? man oddly enough (he had a very distinct look, but it was superimposed on my mentor when i was an intern with a big company in college...he wasn tliked by the people he ran eithe rworked alone ate alone...aloof but not by choice.. the odd thing is, i saw a guy named Mark Cloudfoot was on the site, and the name was familiar, so i looked him up saw a bit of some youtube vdeo with him...the man i ate with was strange energy like him...but then forced into a form by the dream of a work mentor from college/right after so this is odd) . I go for what i want to eat this day...i think its a stack of say crepes, like one thing, so i try to **** them, they slide. And lunch lady hits my hand with laddle, says, "One entre, one side" not two entress, 4 sides. She has actual ange rin her eyes, like i had been takeing too much. Whats the big deal, lots get thrown out. It snot a big deal, she just doesnt like me and it was her chance to correct me assert her power. I sigh and go sit next to the principal. He has a sad smile, he gets it too from them... for trying to do his job. As we talk, a story form. A tree in my backyard. Dead fruit trees. theve died from dremas before. A new...tropical crazy fast growing tree. Has a fruit like a paw paw. custard like, but not slimy. this is important. the apple, peach, and apricot trees died. but something new and more alien is growing. I bull out of this strang eand poignant side dream, such a strange alive tree growing past dead ones reach. We finish out meal smiling like we always do, and i go out to sit with students...friends. I get accosted by severla students and teachers. they...found my old ecig cartridge, i left it in a dream. ITs not allowed, and the principal will have to dicipline me now. the glee, like the lunchladies at having this power over me. I sigh. Im more tired and disapointed with them then anything else.
I have a modern cell phone, smart phone. A call. I take the call. I am the call and then im gone from there and that charade.
5. A dock in a city, i arrive at a dock, because my awareness "docks" in another space. Another piano, another "plane". I go to a meeting, in an old building...th sort of set up of AA meetings and such, but its about nagualisim and sorcery. But the people, do other things, and now they are simply exploring it. So they have a set hierarchy in seating, etc, and an older woman, tall, thick...a bit familiar but ive never seen her in the tonal, is moving around organizing the start of it. I am directed to a seat in the middle. I take my seat, and look around...no one else is looking around, their all looking straight forward. Im not sur ei like this better then the place i got called from. finally another looking around who smiles when she sees me. Next to me sits the strangest young man. like a young teen. Dresse din expensive clothes, but he seems a bit ADD. fidgeting and as bored as im getting, while they shuffle the chairs up front so they can be ready to start talking. The younf biy has a thing...like a writst thrower for spiderman or something, but very hightech and expensive, and functional not a toy. Hes telling me about it and takes it off so i can look at it. the other animated woman says he is a future author...or am I? Or both...me and the kid are surprised by this. Somehow this is going on too long, and by speaking a bit, somehow, in energy, we expose this as fake...this will have nothing to do with nagual stuff, its like the "flavor of the month" around this lady shes just wanting to organize it to fit that purpose, and she got the idea from another woman she had the nerve to not even invite! So now i stand and start sorta talking to her, and it becomes pretty clear thats the came. she actually withers, some, but the fools staring blankly dont like this being exposed messes up their inner dreams of self (which was why werent looking around). well, tough titties. shouldnt have robo called me for this lol. the kid was cool, and the other lady we learned a bunch from it.
6. Latter shifting dreams i went back to sleep but i decided iw as done with that so no lasting recall.
1. ( ) Sadly, it seems, i have very tenouse energy for recall due to late hour i went to sleep, and inner state, so im coming periodically aware/lucid with a bit of frustration at the state im finding myself in when i do...im not even dreaming, its all fog im floating. But the will is there, even though dreams are not so i keep focussing on my intent. I do this several times, and think it snot going to happen. But then a thought...did it already, before, when i wasnt momentatly aware. So i concentrate, in this state on seeing me, what i was when i was solid, in this foggy mess...and there is something there! Keep in mind, this was in sleep i did this. I see myself, standing aware. I am wearing a loose robe, like a nightrobe, bur there isnt much dreaming. Waiting. An old cut on my arm, like a scar in my energy. Ther eis no outer dream, but there is a strong, a strong song. A song of streangth. the song is/does...Learn. Learn from song singing song...or am i sang the song? Via this i connect! ( ) who i was waiting for. I use my hands. But is not here, is connect? no is here, use hands to another dream...her dream...before? My hands are strange. My hands cut the fog to see. this is what i remember, when i come lucid for the 4 time...iw as standing vigil. Next i decide to wake and write, becaus eim in the fog, and if i dont, the fog will swallow it all away.
2. Reduce the wind, over a small area, try to insert some low level dry wind to sap some streangth from a storm. I cant make a vortex of calm, so i make it a bit less...cant manage perfectly still, like eye of tornado, i dont have very much power atm. this is related to storm in england but i only concentrated on one area...im not sure if i helped not or much and im pretty worried and unhappy with my ability to connect and effect this. Move my awareness, such as it is to a group. I deliberetly shift my ap i suppose. So i can have some dreaming after all this given me expended state from a very low energy start. We look at films...films ar elike bubbles...membrane on soap bubbles, but also movie films becasue light shines through them...these bubbles...and PROJECTS. So i We try again. We chase the wind, tails in atmosphere. Breaks in pressure. Breath. First we chased the wind, and when we caught it, its power, we BREATH. Like a non physical mass of awareness breathing the non physical power of wind in then exhaling it into breaks in pressure to...i think what i tried before. To shift a storm. Doing it the hard way, but we all learn this way not just my doing so its good.
3. Latter, and ive woken twice now so i know its pretty late, like 9:30 am. Finally what i was waiting for. A woman contacts me. ( ) My seeing is between two plugs in the wind. Its no longer the storm wind its something else.Seeing is like layer of bubble, thin, in larger thing. How to make them see each other. Not. here. Im not ehre, shes not here...and yet, on another level, a dream, there she is standing infront of me. this is levels....awareness, dream and energy. So what happens is these things like plugs... or like scopes in a riffle...but made of wood, like parts to a game. A lense is inserted in a slot in the middle...its like out eye, or awareness filter. So we do a strange thing. We put one end of this to one of our eyes, each on our own head, close the other...and then touch the ends of the two tubes together to see eah others...lense? To see...it looks close and yet far away through this strange tube. I relasie these tube sare in energy, are huge...and the figure i saw was not real, it was a stand in to guide my piece towards. Its all getting very strange! We place, see, and see the distance via the tube. So now my awareness, and i take it hers, shifts to the middle lense in the tube...and its closer! not an infinite seeming gap. i can see something distant. then i juo again, the the lense on the edge that is almost touching the second lense...and we are close, its like the size, in perspective, of a mountain and glowing. then something in the other on, or that i send. "remove tube from skull so we can talk". It sunclear what to do. But it seems this tunbe had become an eye for seeing, so i move enrgy to put it down, with awareness still on the tip. And....we are both now in the same spot! Or the awarenes fille dintot he hollow image of a woman, and it looks more correct. And it seems i went into the hollow imag eof a guy that guided her eyepiece. We arent in the same spot anymore. sorcery! ther eis a small house, on an empty street. We go in. Got weird after this. The mathematical symbol for "pi". Lesson. shifts to hot pies cooling on a windowsill. I want to eat, but i know the flavors are strange. Sure enough, we cut one, and it smells like weed (marjiuna) we wont eat that. "hot flavor image is weed dont need that". I eat a small piece. But it snot that pie. But whateve ri ate, it makes me run around the walls like the flash...like a madman. More people are in the house im running around in circles on side of the wall. "Eat pie" "dont eat the pie" I talk like the mad hatter from alice in wonderland. I jump off the wall and look like hans solo. I say "Its a comedy kid...relax" to some uptight person/people. then their is a big Gut fatso squeezed intoa chair witha bib he wants to eat pies. Or us. not sure lol. Both and all of the above. So we fight. Its like the game mike tysons punchout, im a little boxer hitting "king hippo" in the gut but every hit he narfs up something or someone he ate, till hes normal size again.
4. Im at a new school, im me, but not me. Students seem sorta stupid, as do the teachers. Only one i like in the principal. So, i eat my lunch at odd hour, with him in the cafetera alone, and we talk frankly about the state of the school/things. Hes a tall thin black? man oddly enough (he had a very distinct look, but it was superimposed on my mentor when i was an intern with a big company in college...he wasn tliked by the people he ran eithe rworked alone ate alone...aloof but not by choice.. the odd thing is, i saw a guy named Mark Cloudfoot was on the site, and the name was familiar, so i looked him up saw a bit of some youtube vdeo with him...the man i ate with was strange energy like him...but then forced into a form by the dream of a work mentor from college/right after so this is odd) . I go for what i want to eat this day...i think its a stack of say crepes, like one thing, so i try to **** them, they slide. And lunch lady hits my hand with laddle, says, "One entre, one side" not two entress, 4 sides. She has actual ange rin her eyes, like i had been takeing too much. Whats the big deal, lots get thrown out. It snot a big deal, she just doesnt like me and it was her chance to correct me assert her power. I sigh and go sit next to the principal. He has a sad smile, he gets it too from them... for trying to do his job. As we talk, a story form. A tree in my backyard. Dead fruit trees. theve died from dremas before. A new...tropical crazy fast growing tree. Has a fruit like a paw paw. custard like, but not slimy. this is important. the apple, peach, and apricot trees died. but something new and more alien is growing. I bull out of this strang eand poignant side dream, such a strange alive tree growing past dead ones reach. We finish out meal smiling like we always do, and i go out to sit with students...friends. I get accosted by severla students and teachers. they...found my old ecig cartridge, i left it in a dream. ITs not allowed, and the principal will have to dicipline me now. the glee, like the lunchladies at having this power over me. I sigh. Im more tired and disapointed with them then anything else.
I have a modern cell phone, smart phone. A call. I take the call. I am the call and then im gone from there and that charade.
5. A dock in a city, i arrive at a dock, because my awareness "docks" in another space. Another piano, another "plane". I go to a meeting, in an old building...th sort of set up of AA meetings and such, but its about nagualisim and sorcery. But the people, do other things, and now they are simply exploring it. So they have a set hierarchy in seating, etc, and an older woman, tall, thick...a bit familiar but ive never seen her in the tonal, is moving around organizing the start of it. I am directed to a seat in the middle. I take my seat, and look around...no one else is looking around, their all looking straight forward. Im not sur ei like this better then the place i got called from. finally another looking around who smiles when she sees me. Next to me sits the strangest young man. like a young teen. Dresse din expensive clothes, but he seems a bit ADD. fidgeting and as bored as im getting, while they shuffle the chairs up front so they can be ready to start talking. The younf biy has a thing...like a writst thrower for spiderman or something, but very hightech and expensive, and functional not a toy. Hes telling me about it and takes it off so i can look at it. the other animated woman says he is a future author...or am I? Or both...me and the kid are surprised by this. Somehow this is going on too long, and by speaking a bit, somehow, in energy, we expose this as fake...this will have nothing to do with nagual stuff, its like the "flavor of the month" around this lady shes just wanting to organize it to fit that purpose, and she got the idea from another woman she had the nerve to not even invite! So now i stand and start sorta talking to her, and it becomes pretty clear thats the came. she actually withers, some, but the fools staring blankly dont like this being exposed messes up their inner dreams of self (which was why werent looking around). well, tough titties. shouldnt have robo called me for this lol. the kid was cool, and the other lady we learned a bunch from it.
6. Latter shifting dreams i went back to sleep but i decided iw as done with that so no lasting recall.