Market Street

 Last night I went to bed very early. I've been on a very, very long weekend. I have ten days off so I've been doing a lot work on my cars and around the house. Repairs and maintenance.

Since I had not had an astral travel experience I decided to work on one last night. The efforts paid off.

In a sense I can say that I had three experiences but it was just one in which I kept gaining and losing lucidity. I don't even remember the details of my astral experiences because I made no attempt to remember them. But I definitely remember having them.

I went into a dream. At one point I became lucid, I became aware I was in the dream state, I became lucid. A few moments later I lost lucidity and thought I had returned to the vigil state, but almost immediately I became lucid again and realized I was still in the dream state.

A few moments later I lost lucidity again and though I had again returned to the vigil state but again I regained lucidity and realized I was in the astral (the dream state).

This happened a third time before I finally did return the vigil state and I found myself in my bed, in my room, in my house.

I went to sleep again and again entered a dream but this time I did not regain lucidity. It was just an ordinary dream that I remembered the events.

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In the dream I was on my way to work. I had taken the BART train to San Francisco. This is just an old memory of my past. Although I do take the BART train to work I no longer work in San Francisco.

I was supposed to get off the train at the Civic station but I missed it and I heard the announcement that we were approaching the 12th Street station. Again this is just an old memory of my past. The Civic station is in San Francisco and the 12th Street station is in Oakland. In the dream world (the astral world) things get murky. Bits and pieces of our past and present get mixed up.

I asked a woman on the train if the 12th Street station came after the Civic station and she answered yes.

I got off the train knowing that I could find my way back to the Civic station. In downtown San Francisco the stations are in order along Market Street. One can exit one station and walk up or down Market Street and reach the next station. But something went wrong. I found myself lost along the streets that are on the north side of Market Street. I knew that if I got back on Market Street I would easily find my way to my destination.

I kept walking up and down the various streets turning left here, right there, up this street, and down that street but for the life of me I could not hit with Market Street.

I asked a woman which direction Market Street was and she pointed and said "down that way."

I went down that way and still didn't hit with Market Street. I then asked a guy which way was Market Street. He also said down that way but then said "get going," and with his thumb pointed in the opposite direction. "He's an asshole," I thought to myself.

 Market Street in San Francisco

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This dream had a sudden shift. I was still lost in San Francisco but I had come across a man whom I thought was very helpful. I was nearby when he was assaulted by some crazy man. A third man who was nearby was going to help the first man but stopped and said "I'm not security." Implying he had no obligation nor duty to help the man being assaulted. 

I remembered how the man being assaulted had been helpful to me so I motioned to the bystander to go ahead and jump in and the man being assaulted. He did. I then got into the brawl and while the bystander held the assailant I rushed over and took away the stick he was wielding. The bystander and me were able to subdue and disarm the assailant.

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I continued trying to find my way back to Market Street. I pulled out my phone and tried to use Google Maps to pin-point my location and figure out in which direction to go to reach Market Street.

This is where a recurring dream kicks in.

I have had many dreams where my phone appears to have been hacked or in some way a malicious app has been installed and it renders my phone useless. The phone does not go out. It stays on, but I can't load any of the apps that I need to use. I can't make a phone call, I can't use Google Maps, I can't do anything with it. Some malicious app keeps loading itself over and over again not allowing me to use my phone as I want to. This always happens in a time when I'm lost and I desperately need my phone to call for assistance or find my way home or to a specific destination.

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This is a recurring theme in some of my dreams and I have decided to use this as a queue to know when I'm in the astral. People may become lucid when something queues them to the fact that they are dreaming.

Next time I have the recurring dream that I'm lost and my phone has been hacked and has become useless I will attempt to recognize it as a queue that I'm in the astral. I simply need to become lucid to have an astral travel experience.

Last Weekend

The power went out in my neighborhood last weekend. It went out for several hours.

My place is lightly lit throughout the day by sunlight but as the sun sets the living quarters of my place begin to get dark. I stayed out in the living room for quite a while, but when the sun went down and the place became dark I headed straight to my bedroom.

I got onto bed, threw my zarape over myself and fell asleep. I've been sleeping in the nude for decades. And now that I live in the valley where it gets really hot I definitely sleep in the nude. So I got into bed in the nude. I fell asleep. At some point I woke up and heard the sound of running water. It sounded like people were outside splashing water onto themselves. But they were on my property and they were using up my water.

I got out of bed and got my pistol. My Glock 19. I inserted a magazine, and pulled back the slide.

It got jammed! I couldn't pull the slide back any further. A bullet got jammed in the chamber.

I attempted to pull back the slide and  chamber a round twice and both times the pistol got jammed.

I pulled back on the slide with force and it fell apart.

It was at this moment that I realized I was in the astral.

Glock makes excellent firearms. It's just not possible for a Glock to fall apart when I forcefully pull back the slide.

This was the queue that I was in the astral. In the astral things aren't always what they seem to be. A Glock doesn't simply fall apart.

I got out of my bed and walked out of the rear door. It leads to my back yard.

I made a right turn onto what would be my driveway but instead finding my driveway I found an enclosed area in which people were happily splashing around with my water supply.

"Get the FVCK out of here," I yelled at them.

But instead of leaving they seemed to be frolicking even more. I realized it was futile to yell at them and want to get them out so I retired to my quarters.

I woke up shortly afterwards and realized I had been in the astral. I had a lucid dream.

White Pink Pussy

 That's what I want. 

Yes, that's what I want. I want white pink pussy. 

 However, if anything black has ever touched it. I do not want it.

In My Oakland Home

 Now I'm in my Oakland home. And again I will make my attempt to astral project. I'll post the results later.

Fried Eggs and Spam

 As I mentioned in my last post I wanted to try astral projection from my new home in the Central Valley. And that's exactly what I did.

I got up a bit late this morning, it was sometime after 10 AM when I got up. I went to the kitchen and immediately set off to make my breakfast. I had fried eggs with Spam. Yes Spam. I know some people don't like it but I enjoy it with fried eggs. So my breakfast consisted of two fried eggs, a few slices of Spam, one small avocado and three yellow corn tortillas. I also had a couple of micheladas with my breakfast.

 

Afterwards I felt drowsy so I returned to my bed to lay down and take a nap. While napping I entered that state between the sleep and vigil state. It is in this state that Samael Aun Weor say's we should consciously attempt to leave our bodies and astral project.

I attempted to leave my body consciously but was unable. However, I was able to enter a vivid lucid dream, and an astral projection experience after a while. This was a strange astral projection experience. It felt more like a simple lucid dream or a series of visions.

At the moment when I found myself in that state between vigil and sleep I made an attempt to go to the factory I work at in Fremont, CA. I succeeded in entering a factory but it did not look like the Fremont factory. The factory I found myself in looked more modern. I saw several machines there and they all looked like more modern machines. As I walked the floor I felt the vision, the lucidity wanting to vanish. I made a mental effort to hold on to it and I found myself in a place that was surrounded by concrete walls. I have seen these walls in previous astral experiences so I made a mental effort to envision something else.

Eventually I found myself outside. I was in a large plaza or yard. It looked like those large yards or plazas that are between high sky-rises in large cities.

However the plaza I found myself in looked very rustic. Not modern at all. It reminded me of a plaza somewhere in Mexico or maybe even in the American southwest.

In my vision the walkway also had the same sand color as the building that is front and center. As I walked through the plaza I looked down and saw a lone mouse. Probably a desert mouse.

At this point I realized that the factory I had been in and the plaza I was now in were both empty of other people. This was strange because as I have written in previous posts the astral world is not empty, it is full of people. But in today's astral travel I saw no one else. It was just me. The only other living creature was that lone mouse I saw in the plaza.

Much Is Still Happening II (Huh?)

 Yes, this is "Much Is Still Happening II." The reason it's "II" is because I somehow skipped it earlier and went from "Much Is Still Happening" to "Much Is Still Happening III." 

Don't know how this happened, it just did. So here we are. Anyway, let us continue.

As I wrote in the previous post, I smudged my new place and set off the smoke alarms. Well, I'm going to smudge my place again this week, and if the smoke alarms are set off again, oh well, so they did, I'm gonna do it anyway.

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Now that I'm a bit settled into my new home I'm gonna start my astral projection practices again. I'm interested in knowing what the results will be in my new home in the Central Valley. I have had many astral travels in my home in the East Bay. Even when I went on a camp-out trip to the Oakland hills I had an astral travel (see my post

Much Is Still Happening IV

 This is my second week at my new place.

My initial intentions were to smudge this place ASAP. But I didn't  do it, until just now.

I began to smudge the place with white sage. I lit it and began to walk around the interior. Soon afterwards the smoke alarm went off. It began to sound and instructed me to evacuate.

 Hell NO! I'm smudging the place!

I put a wet towel over the smoke detector until it stopped. Now my place smells of white sage.