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Dream Log: June 20, 2001 (idea)
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Wed Jun 20 2001 at 18:16:34
Baby's First Astral Projection
I'm in an office building, surrounded by bustling employees. After taking a ride on a long
conveyor belt
, I walk outside into the warm afternoon. Looking around at the grassy hillsides I become very
lucid
. I bring my hands together in
namaste
, mentally saying a
prayer
for a powerful and continuous
dream awareness
. With eyes closed I exert my now fully-
conscious
will to transport me to the
elementary school
of my childhood. It's a comforting place where I've spent many a dream-filled night. When I open my eyes I am standing in the big green field bordered by a line of towering
eucalyptus
trees. There are children playing in the
playground
, some in the field. Again I exert my will, this time to lift myself up into the air and
fly
around above the area by merely pointing. After awhile I return to the field. I stand for a moment, watching the wind make waves across the grass, watching the huge eucalyptus dance and sway in the breeze. I then remember that I have wanted to try
astral projection
from a
lucid dream
for some time now, but have never succeeded. Again I put my hands in
namaste
and
pray
for the strong
will power
needed to accomplish this
metaphysical
challenge. First I flex my will by trying to
teleport
back to the original office building. My first attempt fails because the
daunting
task of
astral projection
has brought
poisonous
doubt
s
into my consciousness. In the dream world, where every thought, desire and fear shapes reality, no matter how small or trivial the idea, a thought of failure will instantaneously cancel out a willful thought of success. Thus my will to teleport was
null
ified because my mind was not free of
hesitation
and
doubt
, not clear and purely focused on my intended goal. So, with a few moments more
concentration
, I easily flick over to the office building and flick back to the windy field. Now, again in
namaste
, I focus my mind upon the astral projection idea. I've never done it but I have a conception of it:
out of body
, extremely
lucid
state, able to visit the real waking world in the vehicle of the
astral body
or the much
subtler realms of the metaphysical universe
. On this concept I focus until all sounds fade into a quiet roar, as of the ocean, and the darkness behind my eye lids becomes speckled with light. My body feels as though it is floating
weightless
in a horizontal position and, not only that, is gently stretching into a longer, thinner and more delicate form. My hands, palms together, are extended above my head and it feels like I'm made of
saran wrap
stretched to twice my normal length. The cosmic roar of the
Om
grows louder, rising into a perpetually more dramatic
crescendo
. The light flashes brighter and brighter in my eyes and my body feels as though it is being stretched into one long spider web thread, infinitely delicate.
Louder...brighter...
Namaste
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