Replies

Hi Darks,

You into LUCID dreams? Where you know you are in them and dreaming too? Carlos Castaneda stuff? That opens up some hellacious doors into cosmic alter-reality. I taught some classes on how to do it years ago, now I just keep a journal of them which are noteworthy. Man, oh man, does that beat any and every video game / 3D simulation / Animation / Special effects scenario out there.

When my daughter was very young, around 5 or so, she and I figured out she had the aptitude for it too, and I got to put her through the paces as a young child and she honed that skill very well. By the way, she passed her Black Belt First Degree test this morning, at a Dojo down near Laguna Beach, Ca. This is a test sanctioned by the Shaolin Temple in Shanghi China for Black Belt, where she went for her Brown Belt test. She got to take a BMW Z4 for a spin through the country side, brother-in-law just got one and gave her the wheel for a drive on some roads where you can push it.

Gotta Go, tomorrow is another day, and there is such a thing as too much fun. My wife just reminded me that I have to show moderation for that too.

No, but many times I know that I am dreaming.
Worst is when I'm wandering elsewhere (shaow walking) and bother someone. (My wife saw me standing next to the bed while I was away at Basic and A.I.T. at forst Sill. I was asleep at that point, yet dreaming of being next to my bed looking at her. She saw me, apparently, and freaked. Yet another reason people say I'm the devil. I'm not, but it's said.)

It isn't something I like to do, even if it's a natural outgrowth of any abilities one inherently has or is born with.
It borders on magic and I'm a stickler for 'rules', one of mine being that the use of magic of any kind is verboten. (My step-daughter dabbled in witchcraft and I forbade her to cast anything my direction. She asked why, I said "just don't do it." She did, and had a lot to say about the results on her end. Nothing happened on my end of things. I just don't like magic. It strikes me as dishonest. Step-child also accused me of being anatural at it.)

Here's my short description of a part of hell from a dream: There is flames, yes. Obviously. Yet there is shadow that no light can part, and the shadow is palpable. It moves and is felt. And fear is everywhere. It seeps from the rocks, and the ground, where there is ground. There are rivers of molten rock, and they're hot enough that rock melts to flow into it, like condensation. There are roads of beaten ash, and blackened ruins of no-one knows what everywhere. There is wind, stifling and choking, and sounds are carried on it. Mournful calls are everywhere. And a soul crushing melancholy sadness and fear are everywhere.

Probably my cheery home for eternity, the way things are going. ;-)