Dreams and Other Outings: Fourth Quarter, 2018

This entry comprises the final 3 months of 2018, showing that my sleep and dream yoga practices were falling by the wayside. Extremely difficult situations at work, along with my fatigue and noctural body aches, had me abandoning conscious effort toward sleep lucidity or traveling. I chose Stupid Sleep to vacate reality. I could see clearly the moment of falling into oblivion upon craving it.

There was also part of me that that felt results were stagnating in these practices. When that happens, I begin avoiding a sense of failure by simply dropping the practice. This has happened more than a few times along the path, because I find sleep practice maddeningly slippery and unreliable.

What is so difficult about sleep and dream yoga is finding the fulcrum between forceful intent and surrendering dispassion: both of those poles are difficult for me. let alone the perfect balance between them. It seems that when I lean on one more than the other, the result sours after a while; then I go toward the other pole, success revives, and then it sours. And so on. How can one discern and reliably apply the correct balance while one is sinking into the ultimate lack of control? Methods revolve this way, too, in terms of success.

I was mainly giving in to some sense of failure and general stagnation also because of the delays concerning the book and collaborator. As I reread all these entries in September 2019, it doesn’t seem to me that I was failing at this practice at all! Apparently, limiting beliefs still do distort my judgments about my practice. This is another reason that it is important to keep practice journals: When you review them, you better see larger trends in your practice and how life circumstances color momentary self-assessments.

October 4: Boyfriend Dream into Super-Lucid Hypnopompia

I had an interesting experience this morning. I had a dream, but the first part of it is hazy. The part I remember was being in some big dharma retreat conference center. I am standing outside a conference room I’m soon to enter to present a paper on the dharma. John is there and talking with me about some points in my paper.

Abruptly, I’m outside in a sunny courtyard with numerous pretty round stone tables for eating. I go through a buffet and bring food to one of the tables, sit down, and begin to eat. Two men who know me sit at the table, too. The first one is a friend, but I don’t remember getting a good look at him. He is shadowy and unknowable. The other man is in his 30s, is tall, and has strawberry blond curly hair. He is wearing a plaid button-down shirt, sort of “business casual.

It is is a chilly fall day. Suddenly, the friend guy drapes a quilt on my shoulders. It is the old quilt my parents had that we would take to the beach and cuddle in when we were sick as children. I’m surprised. The friend lifts me from my shoulders and lays me back. The other guy lifts my legs. They are carrying me back into the conference center. I surrender to the comfort of the quilt and being held and carried—like a baby . . . or a corpse.

The two men lay me down on a couch. The curly blond kneels by the couch and opens the quilt. He gets on his knees and begins kissing my right dangling hand. He continues kissing up my arm until he reaches my neck, and then he is really going to town kissing me there. I get chills from this necking and feel like I might weep from the tenderness. I cannot move, but the lyric from the Radiohead song goes through my mind: “Different types of love are possible.” At this I remember the dharma, and lying there in erotic love gradually changes into lying expansive in the light, one half in the dream and one half in my bedroom, until the dream fades and there is only the light of consciousness, and the quilt is my duvet in my bed.

I lie there in this state for a few minutes. When I think it might fade, I remember the Dzogchen instruction to visualize the white Ah upon waking. I do so, and this amazing state lasts about 5 minutes, after which I rise to get ready for work.

October 23: Intentional Hypnagogia on a Dream Screen

I sicked out today because I’ve had early-rising insomnia night after night and I feel that I need to take care of myself. Kerry had his gabapentin in his car, which he takes for migraine prevention. I take a small dose before bed for migraine, restless leg syndrome, and delayed sleep phase. This morning, when he finally came in, I made him go back into his car and get some because I’m out. I took one, took a hot Epsom salt bath, and feel asleep at around 10:30 a.m. I woke at 3:30 p.m. I’m really messed up now with my sleep schedule, but I don’t care because it felt so good to finally sleep.

As I was in bed, listening to “sleep” binaural beats, I began thinking about all the wild flashing imagery and geometric psychedelia of hypnagogia and was thinking about Andrew’s last experience. Suddenly I was seeing a lot of rapid light patterns, geometry, and photo-real images—even though I was completely awake! I realized that all this was flowing from my intention to see whatever appeared.

Then I must have sunk deeper into true dreaming: The flashing crazy sequence of stars, planets, forests, women, and dizzying geometry cartoons continues, but now it is on a movie screen, with the curtains framing on each side. I am lucid and remember TWR’s injunction to speak to any apparition that appears. I feel the probable presence of a teacher. I am not embodied but just pure perspective watching the screen (called a witnessing dream). But I “say” psychically, “What is this that I’m seeing?” And there is a telepathic reply from a female entity: “Everything.” I say, “Why?” And the reply is “The Everything is what you need to see.” Shortly afterward I sank into black sleep.

I have had other recent nights in which the hypnagogia started out as intentional, but it isn’t as if I’ve deliberately been practicing sleep stuff. I think this dream may have been telling me to have a broader and intentional Everything perspective while I’m enduring this shitstorm at the office. It also seems to be an invitation back to sleep and NPMR focus.

November 9: Dispelling Dark Entity or Force in Hypnagogia

Lately I’ve been having some solar plexus flares and mild nightmares, likely because of the amplification of chronic lies and persecution at work. 

As I lay in the dark last night, as I grew sleepy, suddenly swooping in from my left was a feeling of threat and a mental visual image of a black amorphous shape. The dark shape seemed like an entity. It entered my body. I was then not only feeling the fear but fear of the fear. However, I instantly became lucid, meaning that I knew I was in bed and falling asleep.

I decided that this dark force was not going to take me over. I thought for a few moments what to do. I decided to practice intention, but it was an intention to allow the dark being to be there, to offer no resistance and thereby to defeat it. This worked, as suddenly my entire visual field was white light, with loops and textures sometimes passing through. The light was powerful. I held it open, and the dark force fled my body toward the left and vanished. Then I fell asleep.

Quite often, ever since the three repeated dreams of Kory’s death, I see my whole visual field turn to light as I’m falling asleep.

This was an instance of that new level of lucidity that began relatively recently—the lucidity that can recall other dreams and the waking world, can analyze the situation in all those contexts, and can conduct the sleep practice from memory and understanding of that full instructional context. I never cultivated this kind of lucidity, and when it happens I’m surprised.

I want to mention two other variables. One was that Valerian was in my sleep tea that night—not sure if that is related, but data. Another is that when I say that the amorphous ink-black “entity” was mentally visual, I’m not sure it was dualistically “mental.” I was “seeing” it “out there” in my room, but I had a blackout eye mask on and eyes closed. The situation was like when I see through my closed lids during traveling. It isn’t clear that there is difference between see-out and see-in. I think that is part of the value of these experiences—breaking down that specific barrier. That is the barrier keeping me from reliable access to NPMR.

November 14: Another Instance of the White Light

I tried to nap tonight. I’m generally exhausted after work, but rarely can actually get to sleep. Tonight I had that experience of lying in the dark and being sleepy but never losing awareness of the room. In other words, I was relaxing but lying there awake. With eyes closed, I saw that bright white light bloom forth again. There were a few moments in which I didn’t realize this as strange, so maybe I was semi-dreaming. But quickly I fully recognized, “Oh, this is that weird light that appears as I’m falling asleep.” The recognition brightens me to the point that I open my eyes and am just mundanely awake.

This is not Clear Light of sleep. The Clear Light of sleep is a metaphor, not actual light. What I’m experiencing is actual light that I’m seeing “out there,” except that my eyes are closed, do it is like seeing through closed eyelids. It is a quasi-physical light. I’ve no idea what this state is. When it happens, I think I’m just awake, yet the experience is strange because I’m in the dark with my eyes closed.

November 17: White Light Visitation in a Dark Bedroom

The white light visited again, but I remained what seemed awake in that I was aware of bedroom, bed, and body. The white light brightened forth. I don’t recall that it came from the left this time. I noticed in this instance that its contour in the center of my dark vision was that of an iconic lotus. It reminded me of the lotus icons I kept running into while working on my new teaching website. It filled almost all of my visual field. My eyes were closed.

The interior of the white lotus icon was filled with somewhat rapidly changing line drawings, mainly of arrows and what looked like fish skeletons. They made highly ordered geometric patterns, a set of kind of gray line drawings on the white light background.

I was awake and I recognized, “Oh the white light again!” I also remembered that all the other times, when I recognized the situation as such, then I roused all the way up and lost the light. This time I decided to hold still and see if it kept going while I very gradually came up to a more coarse level of mind. This worked, to the point that I even moved and opened my eyes and could still see the lotus light with the line drawings in it—although it was much duller than the very brightly present light before my eyes when I was sleepy and drifting in.

I want to emphasize that the white light is experienced not as a dream (seeing-in) but as out in front of me and engaged through my physical eyes. However, when I recognize that I’m in a dark bedroom and that this is “impossible,” then this bewilderment arises. It is as if there is zero difference between seeing-in and seeing-out while I know that this is impossible. Whatever this phenomenon is, I think the point of my seeing it must be to begin to dissolve this boundary between physical seeing and mental seeing. This is the same paradox that the Dzogchen Togal visions purportedly address. It is just that here the conundrum is also that between sleeping/dreaming and being awake in daily life. It is said that enlightenment means that the subconscious ceases to exist.

To dream of arrows signifies goals. Conversely, “to see fish bones in your dream refers to old insights, thoughts or views that have already been brought to light. You have processed these ideas and gained knowledge from it.” And this: “To see a lotus in your dream represents enlightenment, growth, purity, beauty and expansion of the soul. The image of the lotus serves as encouragement and provides hope in dark and murky times.” “To see light in your dream represents illumination, clarity, guidance, plain understanding, and insight. Light is being shed on a once cloudy situation or problem. You have found the truth to a situation or an answer to a problem. Also consider the color of the light for additional significance. If the light is particularly bright, then it indicates that you need to move toward a higher level of awareness and feeling. Bright light dreams are sometimes common for those who are near death.” Gee, I hope not; I have too much to do.

November 18: Magazine Editing and Jumping Into an Idyllic River

I am in some vacation spot vaguely like an island paradise, but not tropical—more like somewhere in Europe, England, or perhaps northern Panama mountain area. I am finishing writing a dharma article and I circulate in the place I’m staying to gather others’ articles to edit them. I’m stressed under a journal deadline. All these articles are going into the journal.

Suddenly, I’m outside and on this very high bridge over a flowing, pristine river. Kurt and Jill are calling to me to stop working and take in this view. I look upstream (from the bridge) and gasp at the beauty of distant mountains, lush green trees, and clear blue-green water. The sun is shining from upstream. Then I look downstream and see all the water flowing to a reservoir at rest. I walk to the edge of the bridge. Kurt tells me to jump in. I hesitate because I am so far above the water and because I know the water will be freezing cold. Still, I jump. While falling I think how this will be a baptism and wash away all stressful dream scenes. I hit the water and swim to the shore, laughing.

December 3: Otherworldly Scene-within-a-Scene after Mental Video

I executed the Silva Mental Video technique flawlessly, first with eyes open at beta after going to alpha. I then went to bed and executed the problem video to the right, as the past. Then I played the fast forward to the solution I want to the left, in the future. I was listening to some new beats I bought from an artist on Bandcamp who has made various alpha, theta, and delta tracks. I was doing this in-bed video visualization at alpha.

I then immediately slid into theta and near delta, which Silva calls “The Delta Doorway to the Other Side.” When I realized that I was in an altered state, I called on whoever my guide or guides are and visualized/felt the two videos being sent across for evaluation and guidance.

Suddenly I was in a weird dream plane, and for a while still aware of myself in bed. Time is messed up—nonlinear, recursive, at unpredictable speeds, and scene-within-scene. A series of scenes happens, and I’m not sure I have these in chronological order, because time is scrambled and unstable. At one point I am lucid enough to say, “Oh, this dream is on some nonphysical plane—that is why time is making no sense.” 

  1. I am in a darkened theatre with very few people in it. Kurt finds me and sits to my left. I have my feet up on the theatre seat in front of me. There is a play going on but I am bored with it and can’t see that much forward motion is happening. Occasionally I yell at the director, who yells back at me and various people in the theatre. I am indifferent toward Kurt.
  2. Finally, after an eternity, the house lights come up. The theatre is seen to be a church. Everyone starts cleaning up their trash and putting these red velvet sashes on their shoulders. I am lazy and don’t want to move when the others do. Kurt is following the director’s orders, but I am belligerent, and step all over the red velvet and refuse to pick it up. I do find a drawing of Leo the Lion on the floor. I pick it up, see it as myself, and carry it through all the scenes
  3. When I make it to the back of the church, suddenly I’m looking into a tablet and wondering whether it is showing projected content, or whether my current scene is the projection. The tablet is showing a series of snapshots at my sister Sharon’s home. I see Buck, her husband who died a few years ago. I remember that he is dead. After I remember, then I notice that every time he appears in one of the snapshots, he sparks up like a white sparkler tip, fizzes out, and is gone.
  4. Now I am inside the tablet of snapshots, live. My sister Sharon walks up and hands me another tablet that shows the beautiful Sanibel Island beach. I decide to go into that tablet, but before I do, I see that others in the room are sparking up, which means they are dying. I wonder why I haven’t noticed this sign before, but then I realize that I’m dreaming.
  5. On the beach, I start thinking how weird all this is. I realize that I’m sparking up and fizzing out to move from scene to scene.
  6. Now I am in a new scene. It is rainy. I’m looking at a home with a portico. I call out to Kurt to come look at this portico. I say, “I can put a gate up and make a little play area for Kerry here.” As soon as I say this, I see a bunch of toys in the portico, but I’m startled to find that they are all a glowing alien yellow. I see Kerry at about 3 years old run toward a doll made of a corn cob and stuck in a planter. I yell at him to watch out because the doll is fragile. He knocks it over, and the toys and Kerry himself disappear. I turn to ask Kurt what happened, but Kurt is not there either. I realize that this is a different life of mime. Then a guide, formless, is beside me. I say, “How am I going to solve my problem? I sent you videos.” The guide says telepathically, “We will travel back to show you past lives.” I then ask, “Will I have to keep sparking up and burning out.” The guide says “yes.” I say, “Oh, that is annoying.” Then I open my eyes in bed and lie still so I can remember all this.

I had slept about an hour and a half. The guide in the dream seems to be suggesting. that I try past life regression to look for clues.

I’m going to try to sleep again. I’m supposed to look for indications for 3 days that my proposed solution is right. The problem has to do with John’s lack of time and my own lack of time. Time was distorted in this dream sequence, and travel to past life was recommended. What is this saying about the solution: timeline-hopping is the only way to fly?

December 7: John’s Driving the School Bus and Jenny’s Performing the Back Bend

Last night I had a dream about John. He is driving a big yellow school bus full of practitioners. I am sitting in the first seat on the right-hand side of the bus, so I’m looking at his profile. Someone in the back yells out that John was in his dream. I yell to this person, “He will say it wasn’t him.” I look at John and say, “Am I right?” John chuckles and keeps driving.

Suddenly, John and I are in a big old church that has been converted into something like a Montessori school for young adults or teens. I enter the first room, and see all these young people working on AI. This young woman cannot get the metal plate on the bottom of her laptop to open. I go over to it and flip it over. I begin using a penny to unscrew the bolts. I burn myself because the metal is hot. I jump a little from being burned, and John is suddenly to my right and behind me. He is saying something about not jumping when I’m burned and how my not jumping will retroactively make the burning not have happened. I give John a level look.

Now I’m in the yoga room. My work friend Amy is here and excited to meet John. I push myself up into a back bend, so my head is hanging upside down, and everything is upside down. I introduce John when he walks in, but I don’t get up to do so. For some reason, this pose feels incredibly good. And I like the way everything looks when topsy-turvy. So I stay in the pose. I start wondering why I’m not getting tired and why the blood isn’t rushing to my head and face. I realize that I’m dreaming. I stay in the pose indefinitely, until I apparently moved into another sleep stage.

December 7: Some Second-Body Moments during Attempted Nap

I took a nap after the sugar blast I had at the Press holiday lunch at the country club. Or I tried to. I was listening to the new Mixbern alpha and theta beats I bought, and I never thought I was asleep, because I was aware of the beats, the room, my body, the bed, and the fact that I was trying to nap.

However, a couple of strange little things happened. First, I remembered about the white lights I see in sleep. As soon as I started musing over this topic, a round white spotlight appeared directly in front of me. I managed not to get too excited. Instead, I stared at it and wondered again at the fact that it appeared at all, let alone in connection with my prior lucid thought. Then I noticed that the beats coming in from my earbuds were too loud, so I reached over and picked up my cell phone, read the front, and lowered the volume. But the volume wasn’t lower. Then I realized that I was in an altered state, that my hands were my second-body hands, so the phone must have been a figment. It was so real that I was shocked. I opened my eyes to see my coarse hands and real phone. It was playing the track that I was just trying to lower the volume on with my nonphysical hands. I still didn’t have the sense that I had slept or woken up.

December 16: Quick Note on Recurring Phenomena

Last night I was up most of the night because every time I would doze off, light would sweep in from the left and wake me. The light in this case was the yellowish light as from an incandescent lamp, like the one on my nightstand. There were also instances of a black sweeping ultra darkness, along with nonspecific foreboding. The other night I went to bed hungry and had that weird thing where I feed myself nonphysical food with my nonphysical hands. When I realized I was doing this, I laughed (nonphysically, of course). Vibrations, white lights, and brief tasks with nonphysical hands continue to be frequent, although I haven’t been recording in my log much anymore.

December 27: Note on What Continues

I am just noting that I continue to experience bodily vibrations and often to feel like I’m diffused and floating just above my body in hypnagogia. I am increasingly experiencing a thought in hypnagogia of doing something such as eating a snack, checking my alarm clock across the room, or doing some other little task and then doing it, only to realize that I’m not in my coarse body.

These episodes are brief and impressively real until I realize that they aren’t, whereupon I’m snapped back into my in-bed body. There have been no more arisings in the silvery body of light of February 18, 2018. I think that my hearing from Campbell that the body was unnecessary has blocked it from recurring—but I have no proof that this is why it hasn’t recurred.

I’m suffering chronic fatigue syndrome, which I beat more than 7 years ago. Early every evening, I’m extremely exhausted and sleepy, which is opposite my usual nighttime experience. When I get in bed, I desire oblivion. I’m not putting any effort or inclination into lucid sleep or “traveling” so long as my physical body feels so wasted. I am trying to figure out what is going on that could be causing this fatigue. I’ve even gone off keto, but that hasn’t helped. I’ve been doing adrenal cocktails in the evening, and these do seem to help a lot temporarily. I will step those up to twice a day, drink fresh raw veggie juice, and drink bone broth. I tend to be low in potassium, and I’m guessing keto has worsened this problem.

I will also make an appointment to see my integrated medicine doctor and get some blood tests. The doctor said yesterday that my knee arthritis has progressed significantly over the past year. That isn’t really surprising. I’ve read online that the surgery he did a year ago is controversial for accelerating arthritis. Well, at least I don’t have a blood clot! That would have been, according to the doctor, an “ordeal.”

Oh—last night a violet light came in from the right (not the usual left). It seemed to be coming in from a cabinet. I was dreaming while this seemed to be happening in my bedroom, but I don’t remember the dream and have had no interest in remembering my dreams. I was lucid while this was happening and thinking and analyzing the situation while it was happening. I sort of just—metaphorically—shrug my shoulders, which is the best response, because any kind of excitement or surprised reaction brings the state to an end. DreamWalker calls me a bliss bunny, always hopping up to chase the high. I guess aborted states will eventually cure me of my excitability. Or maybe not. . . .

I also saw the domed matrix with cryptic geometric runes or some such thing in them. Like primitive or Egyptian symbols.

This concludes 2018.

Inertia Creeps

Recollect me darling, raise me to your lips
Two undernourished egos, four rotating hips
Hold on to me tightly, I’m a sliding scale
Can’t endure, then you can inhale clearly
Out of body experience interferes
And dreams of flying, I fit nearly
Surrounds me, though I get lonely slowly

Moving up slowly, inertia keeps
She’s moving up slowly, slowly
Moving up slowly, inertia creeps . . . 

—Massive Attack

Fall from Sambhogakaya to Nirmanakaya: Letting Go of Dreams, September 2018

September 2018 saw my commitment to dream and sleep practice begin to dwindle. I was undergoing chronic pressure at work as our unit was on the cost chopping block, and management made greater and greater demands as we slid toward inevitable layoff. I wanted to move on much sooner than I was let go, but I stayed to keep peace at home. I was also struggling with chronic fatigue that was either because of a change in my usual thyroid medication, or the beginning of Epstein-Barr virus reactivation. 

In other ways, I was feeling stuck and stagnant. I was too exhausted to work on my book nights and weekends. I waited for my coauthor for more than a year, but he never threw even a crumb of time my way for preliminary discussions. In fact, after promising not to, he kept me shut out in the dark, with no updates as to time he might sort the rest of his life enough for a mere 30-minute dialogue. I’m sure he had good reasons. However, the silence and chronic waiting for two key situations (work and coauthor) to decide my fate drained my energy, including the considerable energy and patience that a practice as difficult as sleep practice requires.

By waiting many months for others to confirm or cut their alliance with me, I drifted out of alliance with myself and my new calling. For another 6 months I was to feel like a forgotten ghost adrift in most of my dharma relationships, as well as in my workplace and publishing career.  I had to pull back down and in to take care of myself in the most rudimentary ways.

After the awakening that drops subject-object reference points, dharmakaya release begins. Even though that very gradual release of karmic traces differs completely from the Progress of Insight cycles, it still tends to move in much longer cycles of ascending and descending, ups and downs, sambhogakaya and nirmanakaya, as the human being who has woken up continues to grow up.

Along most of my Path, practice has alternated for 6 or so months at a time between juicy magical exhilaration, and coming back down to Earth, work, relationships, and the body. This month saw the decline of juiciness and sangha intimacy. I was beginning to retreat inward to sort complexities as I neared several endings that proved necessary to clear space for the mission ahead.

September 2: Hours of Hypnagogia and Lights

I completed a decently long meditation composed of bardo for Virginia, a secret practice, and some (too rushed) j7. From 4 a.m. to 7 a.m. I lay in bed listening to TC binaural beats. I was in some state closer to being awake than to being asleep, although there was a sliding scale. At one point I crossed over into sleep and on the way thought of Tibetan tigles and then made them appear before me. Then I passed into a scene with a sacred mountain ahead in the dusk. I made daylight happen, with full lucidity that I was controlling the sunlight. I became sufficiently excited that I was pulled back into my bedroom and actually saw my room illuminated momentarily as if I brought the light back with me while crossing over from the Dreaming to the Waking.

I have discerned that one of the reasons I’m pulled back so quickly out of liminal states is that I’m afraid of forgetting. I come back so as to be able to remember, log, report, analyze, and so on. What a Catch-22! Anyway, I lay there with my body resting and saw lights typical of hypnagogia for 3 hours, whether I had eyes open to my bedroom or not. Then I went downstairs to have a snack and my second cup of a new dream tea. I went back to bed and got some Stupid Sleep. My dream plan (left) had been to meet up with White Cat, but I do not remember any appearance of Cat. However, I saw my white hypnagogia lights, and Cat often pokes her head into those kinds of visions.

This new tea contains many different herbs, blue lotus included. It is delicious, and I enjoy it as part of a calming pre-sleep ritual in Zen-like contemplation.

September 4: Attempts at Difficult Sleep Yoga Instructions

I tried following Dan’s instructions for Sleep Yoga. It was extremely difficult. My concentration while I’m lying down is shit. I kept being drawn into the hypnagogic imagery and off the red lotus at the throat. I guess the idea is to let the hypnagogic imagery flow but to keep coming back to the red lotus. Very hard, and it is also hard for me to check rigpa while falling asleep because naturally I’m falling into dullness, which is precisely the problem. This lucidity stuff seems really difficult, and Dan says it is. Also, the Dzogchen texts say to focus on a blue lotus at the heart, not a red at the throat. Red at throat is for dreams; blue at heart is for Clear Light Sleep. I did have a few moments of Clear Light sleep that I can remember, but wow this is hard AF.

Comment 1 year later:  A Dzogchen text via Longchenpa says a rigpa tigle should be envisioned at the heart center. There seems to be wide variation on instructions for which chakra to focus on (throat versus heart), but generally throat is for dream manifestation, and heart is for Clear Light sleep. The latter term, Clear Light sleep, is also used or translated in a variety of ways. Some texts indicate that it is simply dreamless sleep with full nondual awareness steady; others seem to indicate that it means simply the cessation of all dreaming; still others clearly mean that the Togal visions are practiced in sleep as a kind of witnessing dream. In a witnessing dream there is no “I” and no action taken; there is simply a field that is self-arising and self-liberating.

September 8: Dream of Scrums to Rat Out Demons and Avert Collapse

As soon as I let go of all attempts to dream and remember dreams, of course I have a bunch of dreams!

I am living and working in a woodsy lodge that seems to be located in North Raleigh. The rooms are cool and dark, with lots of dark wood and much surrounding shade outside. my lifelong friend Ira is there with his wife Julia. There are other people I know, as well, maybe some from work. For whatever reason, my role is to organize and psychically inform people, and I call others into a conference room time and again. It is hard to make them listen and concentrate on the importance of what I’m telling them, so I decide to start running our meetings as scrums. I remove all the chairs from the room and call everyone in to tell them to stand and listen.

At the first scrum I call, I realize suddenly and sharply that Julia is possessed by a demon, despite how sweet and completely positive she always completely is. I tell her, “You are being dragged down by a demon who is hijacking you, so you need to do this practice I’m going to give you to protect yourself.” Ira laughs at me and says, “Oh come on! Julia possessed by a demon, really, Jenny?’ And I say, “Yes, I know it sounds crazy but I can psychically detect the presence of demons, and she is infected.” I tell them to please just do the practice, whether they accept my diagnosis or not. I say it cannot harm them, so humor me. I think I almost have Julia convinced to do it, and I give her the instructions that I got from a teaching on dispelling negative forces (demons).

Later I call another scrum. I tell them that there is about to be a Collapse, to hurry up and do the purification practices, as you don’t want demons hanging onto you when the world crashes. Then I’m standing on a balcony and looking at the Raleigh skyline. Suddenly, I decide to make the sky bright. In this moment of lucidity, the sky brightens up white. Then I see the moon. It is hurtling toward us rapidly, as if it will impact the Earth right where I’m standing. The others start screaming in terror. I tell them to hush, that everything is okay. They scream, “Okay? How can this be okay!” Then as the moon is about to hit us, I focus on it and it pops as if it is a balloon and my concentration is a pinprick.” I tell the others, “See, empty?” The ephemeral shards of the moon surface melt in the sun.

I would not call this dream lucid. There was no really clear sense that I was dreaming and in bed sleeping. There was, however, a clear sense that I had siddhis and some considerable power over what was detected and what the outcome would be. This is a far cry from my dreams of 2015, when John told me I had a gullible (codependent) dream ego that was led around helplessly by others in the dream. If you want to discern what you need to change about how you interact in the Waking, then look at how your dream ego moves through your dreams.

In the new dakini text I’m reading, it is written that the lower psychic powers develop upon one’s no longer caring whether one is in samsara or nirvana. This is sort of funny to me, because once I stopped caring about recalling dreams, I have this one about powers and remember it.

There is something I just remembered: at one of the meetings, I had these rectangles of light I was distributing. I said that these sheets of light can annihilate unwholesome beings but to be very conservative about using this power. These rectangles of light matched the retinal after-image when I looked at my cell phone, turned it off before settling in to sleep, and then saw it revive later in hypnagoia, where I willed it to light up the entirety. It did, and I had a few moments of what I think was Clear Light Sleep before everything plunged into darkness and then regular dreaming.

September 9: Attempts to Communicate with DreamWalker and John

I am on a bus, riding through the downtown of some charming city, maybe Raleigh or Portland. I am texting on my mobile phone to DW, but the messages keep going to the wrong people (Daniel, in one instance, I think). I arrive at some kind of Sunday school building and enter. I go to the bathroom at one point and find that there are no closed stalls, all the toilets are broken, and shit is everywhere (literally). I go out in the hall and locate a new toilet. I drag it into the women’s restroom to use but feel exposed because the stalls are collapsed and now there are men in there.

I have to pee, so I do so anyway and leave. Now I’m out in the hallway and some dude with long dark hair is teaching people tummo and tantric sex. Couples are in these red tents in the hallway, having sex. I have this feeling that this teacher is a bit of a charlatan. I walk down the hall, searching everywhere for John so that I can tell him about The Hidden Keys text and what I now know about fourth vision being death. When I finally find John, I try to hug him, but he will not hug me back. I try to talk to him, but he is like an unresponsive zombie and talks about other topics right through me to other people in the space. I’m sad and frustrated that he will not see me or respond.

September 11: Hypnagogia Most of the Night

I went to bed after 3 a.m. I didn’t fall into stupid sleep until around 6 a.m. after a snack. During the first (sort of) sleep, I saw rapid imagery flash for hours, along with lights—sometimes total light. There was a strong sense of John in my mind and coursing throughout my channels and chakras, which felt like being taken over. I told him “Leave me alone,” which is what I used to say telepathically to Daniel. Jesus!

September 16: Death of a Key Relationship and Death of Vocation

Evidently triggered by a three-card tarot reading on  my future, I dreamed I am in a prison visitation room, sitting across from Daniel. Daniel is stock still and silent. He looks just as he does in his DhO photo. I say only this: Goodbye, Daniel. He says nothing. Then I awake up into another dream.

I am waking up on the floor beside my desk at work. I’m surprised to find I’ve been sleeping on the job. I sit up and notice that there is a corpse sheet laid over my desk, and my computer and monitor have been taken away. I realize with some fear response and grief that I’ve been laid off and will soon be escorted out of the building, never to return. I sneak out to tell the other editors and to write down their cell numbers. On the way back, I run into my boss and say, “So I’ve been fired.” Her lips start moving, but I hear nothing. Again I wake up from the dream.

I woke up in my bed but decided to try to go back to sleep. I don’t think I ever went under completely but lay there in awareness for 2 hours. I was surprised when I got out of bed that 2 hours had passed. I must have slept even though it seemed I was awake and aware of my room and body in bed the whole time.

September 23: Long Run of Dream Fragments about Being on Retreat

I had a long dream, or dreams, about being at this sort of spa campus in the country, maybe in Florida since sinkholes were at the ends of dirt roads.

Dream Narrative

John is in one conference room, but I am not allowed in because I can’t afford an admission ticket. Vasily is there, and he can afford to attend John’s gig. After he comes out, we go floating in this indoor salt pool. Everything is white instead of dark, though. It is almost like a deprivation tank in effect. Vasily is trying hard to theorize something, saying he understands now that he has been keeping part of himself behind a “wall,” but that enlightenment is about change in meaning, not change in emotions. I sort of argue with him, saying that eventually and very gradually emotional reactivity recedes but that this change lags behind perceptual baseline change. These pompous book authors hop in the pool with us and start a snobbish intellectual nitpicking of some book that has nothing to do with awakening. I leave the pool.

I am lying on a message table. Dr. Weir, my thyroid disease doctor, shows up to take my blood pressure and listen to my heart. This makes me tense because I am on retreat and want a spa experience. I close my eyes, and when I opened them, Dr. Kulreet Chaudhary, who wrote The Prime, the detox book I’m following, is there in place of Dr. Weir. That was more like it, because she pulls a massage therapist in to give me a Swedish massage for lympathic stimulation.

I am staying in a little cottage on the retreat campus, with Kurt, who is just vacationing, not doing any of the spiritual stuff. I suddenly am disgusted with everything spiritual and want to go home. Kurt reminds me that we do not have a car and must wait to the end of the retreat stint to take a bus back with everyone else. I say, “Fuck that,” I remember a car I saw parked next to one of the sinkholes. I decide to steal it. I go on my lappy and read how to hotwire a car. So I gather my things and hike down the sandy dirt road where I had seen the car. However, halfway up the road is a thick group of teens on spring break or some break. They are drunk and moshing, and for some reason I know that I can not penetrate them to get to that car I want to steal. Reluctantly, I turn back to the spiritual path, unable to escape it.

Dream Evaluation

This dreams seems to be chiefly about ambivalence toward further spiritual healing. It is true that sometimes I get dope-sick on dharma, yet cannot stop it. This sense is likely because I spend so much time in dharma discussions and dharma texts, studying so that I can teach. Otherwise, I think integration might descend (and ascend) to other planes. It is akin to being attached to dreams of ignorance because they are fun where lucid sleep implies responsibility. Here, I just want a fun vacation, but healing modalities and intellectual combativeness keep disrupting my relaxation. Below are some quotes from a dream dictionary:

To dream that you forget or can’t find where you parked your car indicates that you are dissatisfied or unhappy with an aspect of your waking life. You do not know what you really want to do with your life or where you want to go. Ambivalence. 

To dream that your car has been stolen indicates that you are being stripped of your identity. This may relate to losing your job, a failed relationship, or some situation which has played a significant role in your identity and who you are as a person. If you dream that you are stealing a car, then it implies that you are trying to take credit for someone else’s work. It may also mean that you are downplaying the role that others had in your success.

To see a parked car in your dream suggests that you need to turn your efforts and energies elsewhere. You may be needlessly spending your energy in a fruitless endeavor. Alternatively, a parked car may symbolize your need to stop and enjoy life.

To see a pool of water in your dream indicates that you need to acknowledge and understand your feelings. It is time to dive in and deal with those emotions. Alternatively, a pool indicates your desire to be cleansed. You need to wash away the past.

To dream that you are seeing the doctor indicates your need for emotional and spiritual healing. The dream could also highlight medical concerns. Perhaps it is time to go and get a physical checkup.

All in all, this dream seems to be suggesting a need to purge spiritual scenes and persons. It is interesting that I chose this time to begin a deep detoxification of my body in the Waking.

September 28: Wild Hynagogia

The long sessions of hypnagogia continue without my practicing anything to do with dreaming or OBE. I feel while in these states and afterward when I reflect on them that these experiences are close-to-the-bone for purity of mind, meaning they are the mind as it really is with the filters removed. It is constantly creating new visions and scenes, rapidly, ceaselessly.  It is amazing to be able to be in the visions yet aware metacognitively of them as such the entire time.

Another experience I continue to observe is a sense of seeing out versus seeing in. But both hover close to the boundary. I hypothesize that this boundary is false and has to dissolve. Maybe death is necessary for that?

The other night I had a particularly stunning hypnagogic vision: My entire visual field was tigles. Then they multipled into the millions, swirled like the whole expanse went into a vortex, and then were replaced by a night sky dense with stars and planets. The sequence was breathtaking.

I also feel guilty for not practicing this or anything lately except for book writing and detoxing. But I guess as autumn approaches, I’m going out of a magically gooey phase and into a no-nonsense nirmanakaya phase. The alternation happens all along the Path.

September 30: Nightlong Dreams and Relationship of Recall to Letting Go

All night long, first and second sleeps, I saw both sessions centering on a mixture of workplace (RTI) themes and retreat (John) themes. I don’t feel like writing it all out. It doesn’t matter anyway, just samsaric dreaming. However, I wanted to make a record here that my memory every day of dreams has been continual since I quit trying. That is an interesting data point to me, and I’m not sure what to make of it. Am I more on track by surrendering more? Or was I more on track when I had stopped dreaming because cessation of dreaming is the eventual goal? Sleep practice is hard to get even a theoretical handle on.

This concludes September 2018.

Black Moon

I was always right
About the morning
Okay, I’m an old shoe

Danced above the blaze
Never stopped crawling
Over the black dunes

And I’m waiting for you
Waiting forever
Are you awake now, too?

I’m always one
Without a warning
Old days re-appear

Lift away, past the gate
Desert keeps forming
Underneath the black moon

And I’m waiting for you
Waiting forever
Are you awake now, too?

Dreams, Outings, Babies, and Liminality: August 2018

I recorded these entries more than a year ago. During the month recorded here, there seems to be a surge in frequency of confidently magical themes and feats. There are also some nondual witnessing dreams. A common theme is my supporting babies and children and encountering liminal land forms and artificial scaffolding. The dreamscapes are fantastically wild. A recurrent theme seems to be my rebelliousness and increasing confidence in the face of spiritual patriarchy and “proprietary Dharma.”

For method at the time, I was working from a theory that I could prime out-of-body experiences (OBEs) by absorbing into the central channel (reviving my old jhana practice to j7). These days, I feel that merely visualizing myself having a lucid experience, remembering it, and recording it works better. It also helps to set a timer to do reality checks throughout the day, or to pray to the lucid sleep goddess throughout the day.  It seems to me that the main method is to pay continual attention to dreams and intention to experience lucidity. It is important before bed not to fill your mind with mind pollution from TV or the Internet. Meditate so that the final “content” of the day is the expansive mode of loving awareness. I also like to fall asleep by imagining green dakinis surrounding and protecting me, and my head resting in Siddhartha’s lap. I was also continuing to use binaural beats, but I’m not terribly convinced that they work for me.

Yes, the photo is creepy, but it fits the dreams of babies and disposable artificial structures.

August 1: Dream of Tending the Cosmic Trash Bin

I had a dream in the morning, but most of it, the beginning portions, are lost to recall. I am able to split my consciousness between my day job and another cosmic job. My cosmic job is to watch over a big room of small children who are literally injuring themselves as they run around the room to attack each other. Sometimes the intent is to have fun with others, not attack them, but the result is still self-harm. I watch these two kids climb up on two trashcans and prepare to dive to the cold, hard floor from their perches. I rush over to stop them from their foolishness, but they beat me to the time point. They dive head first to the floor and break both their little necks. I have to go scoop them up and put them in a cosmic recycle bin. My job feels futile.

I’m back at work. My boss appears before me, smiling but sort of creepy and ominous. She asks me if I got a letter from HR. This question immediately makes me afraid I’m being laid off due to cost-cutting severity at work. She tells me to retrieve the letter from HR and let her know if it looks acceptable. I think “severance package.” My emotion is fear and shame that I will have to hurt my family by being let go. But when I retrieve the letter, it is just a list of more work outside my role. The additional work is being dumped on me. So it is only a delay in an overall situation setting me up for failure.

Next, I’m at a gas station. I see John there. He is fueling a vehicle for a long journey. There is a woman with him, but I when I look directly at her all her features disappear. So I cannot identify who this woman is, but she is his companion. I say to John, “Where do you think you are going?” He says, “I have to go away for a long time on a mission.” I say the following: “Please be careful. You cannot change the past and should not. The AUM experiment has to run in accordance with the fundamental process.” I turn around to deal again with my boss. Then when I return my focus to John, he is lying on the ground, unconscious, the gasoline pump is stuck to “on,” and his whole body is saturated with the deadly fuel. I’m alarmed and start running toward him, thinking, “Only a single spark of the burning fire, and he will be lost.” Before I can reach him, I wake up.

August 2: Intense Vibrations for 90 Minutes and Mirror Me

Last night I lay in bed for an hour and a half at 11 p.m. because I was unusually sleepy. I put on Master T. C.’s binaural beats. I didn’t get to sleep, but all body feeling vanished almost immediately. I did not generate a second body. I had some flashings into scenes, but I quickly aborted them because I was afraid of losing my lucidity and getting lost in a dream. I still do not have the balance right between firing intent and then completely trusting and letting go. Normally I’m not afraid of traveling, but this time, too, I sensed some uneasiness, fear of success.

The vibrations were intense all over my body for more than 90 minutes, which is quite an experience. By the way, Master T. C. mentions in one of his  lectures that scientists have actually hooked up people to some kind of bio measurement device during astral projection, and the entire body is in physical fact vibrating! That’s pretty fascinating—it is a measurable PMR phenomenon.

The clearest flashing out put me face-to-face with a woman in high-def color-saturated concrete detail. It was me. This mirror experience was too intense, and I was knocked back into in-bed Jenny. Oh well!

August 4: False Awakening and Poisonous Insects

I had dreams Thursday night and last night about John and yogi caves. Many specifics unfolded in those dreams—this I know. But after waking I had no recall. Last night I was napping with the “Sleep” binaural beats. At one point after some fleeting dreams, I opened my dream eyes to my bedroom ceiling from my reclining position in bed. I was somewhat alarmed to see a line of large, scary insects crawling left to right across my field of vision before the ceiling. I realized the strangeness of the bugs and became lucid, and then realized that what had opened were only my nonphysical eyes. I then opened my physical eyes, which revealed the same ceiling, but now devoid of the poisonous-looking bugs crawling across them.

Last night, during second sleep and after reading some about mantrayana in Lama Govinda’s book, I kept dreaming of numbers. Some came to me after I awoke this morning, so I’m not certain I actually dreamed them in the night. However, just for fun, I think I’ll go get a lotto ticket with the numbers 17, 15, 11, 7, and 2.

August 5: Through a Rainbow Tigle Darkly

I woke up at the 3-hour mark after listening to some binaural beats by Tom Campbell—not the ones I usually do, which are just for sleep, but the third-to-last one, which is one for going out of body. I very rapidly felt the vibrations of my body, with no boundaries of body. I was trying to relax through them. I was definitely not awake—either in a late part of hypnagogia or even dreaming.

I see before me a gigantic rigpa tigle, which I call rainbow tigle. These are circles with self-illuminated center and concentric rings around the center. Each ring is a different color of the rainbow. This one takes up my entire visual field. I think, “These cannot be this big, so I must be dreaming.” I remember how I tell the dead in bardo practice to move through the colored spheres to various incarnation options. I decide to move through this rainbow tigle.

Before bed, I had set the intention to receive teaching. But now that I am asleep, what I want is my old show dog basset hound Homer. I see my dog run up to me. I hug him, pick him up, and hold him. I feel his velvety fur. It is healing.

Everything changes and becomes a little strange. I am kind of in my house but sometimes my mother’s house, morphing. It is nighttime, or advanced dusk, and I am looking out the bay window at the back yard. I am noticing that the high tree branches are shaking and shimmering, that stuff is falling down and breaking or messing up belongings on the ground. I look up to find the source and see a huge black panther with glowing eyes.

I go to tell others in the kitchen. We had been trying to solve mysteries of things that had been ruined for us in our pasts. There is some man with suspenders on, not sure who. But then he changes into Geoff. I walk over to Geoff and hold him in my arms, telling him that everything is going to be fine. I walk back to the window to look, but the one black panther is now two shrews, such as the ones in the Costa Rica. Then they change into gatos solos. The gatos solos run away and straight up a stairway of clouds in the sky.

Now I am on my back on the carpet and flowing around to different rooms as if on a river raft. My sister Jill is doing the same in other rooms, and we are drawing a figure 8, from a birdseye point of view. I come to a stop, sit up, and see Martine there. I say to her, “Your mother hurt you. Is her name Laura?” Martine says, “No, Victoria.”

Suddenly, I am nowhere, just disembodied, nonlocated awareness. But then I start rerunning my dreams from Thursday night, the ones with John. From within this current superlucid dream, because I am rerunning the former dream simulation, I am able to recall details I had forgotten in the waking. Specifically, I was at a retreat center with John, and he was teaching a weird yoga class. I showed up and he told me to go put on my yoga clothes like the other people had on. So I did. But when I was back in the yoga studio, I looked down and saw with horror that I was naked (although slim!). I immediately overturned a round table and crouched behind it as if to shield myself. I started shouting out to John, “I’m not going to participate in your creepy cult exercises!” He ignored me and went ahead with teaching everyone else while I studied how to dash out unseen.

Then I saw that I was in a juice bar at the tropical location. Everything I ordered, though, resulted in something different being brought to me. So I ordered mango juice, but the waiter brought me a cheddar scone.

The dream-within-the-dream was around John and thwarted expectations. More interesting than the content is that I was able to recall the earlier dream from within this superlucid dream, whereas I was unable to recall those details in the previous waking. This is a new instance of dream memory, which is just the most impressive happening! Dream memory renders the mind perfectly consistent, present, and rational, with steady easy access to the entire mind database (conscious and subconscious) even when the dreamscape waxes bizarre. It is far beyond merely realizing that the dream is a dream and far beyond being able to influence it. It is a level of conscious being that exceeds that of the waking consciousness; it staddles and includes both worlds.

August 7: Car Crash Test Dream (Again)

I’ve not been keen on recording anything, mainly because I have been extremely fatigued and weak the past 5 or 6 days. Apparently this is because I went off my ketogenic diet during the retreat (actually had a cocktail when out with John because I was in an escapist mood while with him). Going back on the diet has wrecked my energy. I read that I need Vitamin B5 to help convert to burning ketones in absence of sugar.

I did have another flashing out from hypnagogia the other night to driving in my car through the intersection of High House and Cary Parkway. A black pickup truck was turning left opposite me and was about to plow into me when I jumped up to wakefulness out of the dream. So apparently I’ve not yet fully passed this test. T. C. says when the test has been passed, then the dream repetitiions end. 

August 8: Vibrations but No Memory on Waking

I’ve been following Charlie’s instructions, but nothing much has changed yet. I am getting arupa and strong vibrations. But then I wake in the morning with no memory but just a sense that a lot happened. One unusual happening was that in the middle of the night I opened my eyes and found the vibrations of my body were matched by a visual oblong patch of white light over my head: The light was “vibrating” static at the same rate as my bodily vibration. I continue to be so extremely fatigued that if it doesn’t correct itself in the next day or so, then I may have to go to the doctor. I plan to get some Vitamin B5 tonight. I can hardly sit up.

Comment more than 1 year later:  In July 2019, a year after all the fatigue began, I was diagnosed with reactivated Epstein-Barr virus after very strange, intense symptoms began in June. I am glad I mentioned in my journals how fatigued I was and when it began. It seemed to begin when my thyroid brand was changed and dose lowered. I suspect that the thyroid change has had a lot to do with the background fatigue. I think I’m mostly past the worst of the EBV illness, but I’m told I may have significant fatigue for another year.

August 9: Self as Dispenser of Secret Mantras to Disciples 

I fell asleep immediately from keto flu exhaustion while listing to Master T. C.’s binaural beats. The vibrations started as soon as I lay down. I had some complicated and significant dreams, but I recall almost nothing. I was in some kind of order and wore some red cloth at my throat. I was talking with Noah. I was walking in front of two groups of disciples gathered in front of yogi caves. I was dispensing a secret mantra to the disciples. I knew that I was doing so in accordance with a plan formed during a past life. There was a lot more, conversations, but I currently cannot recall.

Kerry still isn’t home and it is 4:23. However, I’m so weak that I will likely fall asleep again immediately. I’ll resolve to remember the lost parts of this experience. John, Lama Govinda, and Master D. K. figured in the dream somehow.

I was in an order of Rosicrucianism in that dream, I believe. And now just stumbled on a link with Theosophy:

Campbell noted that for non-Theosophists, the claims regarding the existence of the Masters are among the weakest made by the movement. Such claims are open to examination and potential refutation, with challenges to the existence of the Masters therefore undermining Theosophical beliefs. The idea of a brotherhood of secret adepts had a long pedigree stretching back several centuries before the foundation of Theosophy; such ideas can be found in the work of the Rosicrucians, and [were] popularised in the fictional literature of Edward Bulwer-Lytton. The idea of having messages conveyed to a medium through by spiritually advanced entities had also been popularised at the time of Theosophy’s foundation through the Spiritualist movement.

August 11: Brief OBE and Later Hazy Dream of Dispensing Musical “Juice”

After bardo practice for Virginia, I was too sleepy and careless to do in-bed resolution mantras or a dream plan. I put on binaural beats and quickly began sinking. From hypnagogia, I had the thought that I wanted to get out of bed and go sit on my cushion to try arupa jhana (j7). I swung my feet to the side of my bed, arose, and walked over to my meditation cushion. Then I realized I was in my second body. The realization snapped me back into my coarse body, and I sunk into stupid sleep. I don’t recall that any vibrations preceded this OBE, but I quickly was in hypnagogia, so maybe too out of it to realize that they were happening. I still don’t know exactly what successfully triggers OBE, and I don’t know how to keep my surprise at being OBE from aborting the mission. I guess success is just going to be sporadic like this for a while.

I know I was dreaming throughout the night, but recall no stories. I woke up in the morning, went to get a snack and pee, and then went back to bed with “I Am the Dreamer” and binaural beats. I had a hazy dream that I kept visiting two different juice bars. One was more commercial, open, and light. The other was darker, cooler, smaller, locally owned, and hip. Both had jukeboxes. Both had signs with an equal sign (=) in the name. The = for the dark juice bar was closed up with the surrounding words. The one at the light juice bar had character spaces surrounding it.

In both places, but especially the dark one, I would hack into the jukeboxes and make free copies of the songs, which had magical spells infused into them once I touched the files. I would go to the restroom stall and spirit the songs out to certain people who needed healing. The songs were Beach House songs. When I was at the light juice bar, my sister Jill showed up. She was in advanced pregnancy and showing me her bare belly, tight with the baby inside. Somehow I became concerned that the baby’s heart might not be beating. I wanted to ask her if she felt the baby move. Then I realized that my sister Jill is too old to have children, never had any, and never planned to. This triggered a few moments of lucidity, but the lucidity was quickly lost to dream haze.

I was next out on the side of the road on Airport Blvd. I realized that needed to choose between the two juice bars, and I was drawn to the dark, cool, small, hip one, not the commercial one. I also remembered that my license had been revoked by some cosmic force or being, so I could not drive my car, which was left at the body shop on Airport Blvd. I was not supposed to have access to the modern mantras (Beach House songs). Defiantly, I resolved to keep hacking into the repository of songs, juicing them up, and sending them out “illegally.” I also resolved to fly through the sky back to the dark bar, and so I did.

August 14: Babies on the Shore

I experienced a lot of vibrations last night, but no OBE. I did have a partial success with incubated dream plan. I drew a picture of a shoreline and someone in a robe transmitting teachings to me there. I dreamed last night of such a place. Big fat babies kept floating to shore from an ocean, or walking on the beach and falling down. It seemed my job to pick them up and sit them upright beside me on the beach. Some yogi caves were nearby, as in my dream plan drawing. Babies/children versus patriarchy figured in my tarot card reading heavily, which may explain the dream signs.

August 16: Bright White Comet Peaceful Mandala

I’m still unable to recall much from my nighttime. Last night I was listening to a new release by the School of Dreaming. All I remember is that, at one point, a bright white comet-like white peaceful mandala zoomed up toward my face. It was blindingly bright, sizzling, with a long comet tail. Then a stream of light from it started shooting forward toward my heart. I was stunned, so the surprise brought me back to coarse level, waking. I’m not sure what state I was in when this happened. The audio had faded out of my consciousness, but while the comet mandala was burning forth, I was aware that it was in the space of the bedroom and that I was in bed. It was like I was seeing through closed eyelids again. I’m guessing this was late hypnagogia.

August 19: Dreams of Daniel and Dream Intervention by Jim

I had dreams of Daniel. Jim kept barging in to provide commentary/advice mid-dream on managing interactions with Dream Daniel. Sort of funny, but details lost. Jim always appears in my dreams as a floor manager to correct questionable situations.

August 20: Brief OBE “Lessons” at Shoreline Caves

I had a decently lengthy sit last night: bardo for Virginia, arupa jhana (j7 and still unable to get j8), Statements of what I want to manifest and why, and experimental guru yoga with Tom Campbell as the exemplar. I was in tears at one point, but not tears of frustration—just tears of devotion, faith, and intent intensity. Interestingly, allowing Tom Campbell in had its own “flavor,” and his light didn’t descend lower than the heart. I have the same experience with the sleep goddess—nothing goes lower than the heart. John instructs descent through all the chakras. After all of this, I formed the intent to meet with Tom or his designees in NPMR in order to see the truth of the larger reality. I made statements of No Fear. Then I counted on mala 21 mantra recitations about meeting my guides and recalling all that transpired during the night.

Then I went to bed with a playlist consisting of Tom’s binaural beats for OBE and then Tom’s track to promote sleep. During the first track, which is more than an hour long, I remained aware of being in bed and unsure I was sleeping. However, I did have several quick flashes OBE that I recalled as soon as I was snapped back into coarse body. I resolved there to remember them in the morning, and I did. The flashing out happened in what I guess was hypnagogia,

In the dream, I remembered having dreamed the night before and at least one other time of a specific natural scene with trees and caves near a shore (actually, now that I think of it, this was the scene I drew in my last dream plan). I was suddenly in the scene again as POV before the caves. I wasn’t positive I had my second body. When I checked, this little fear arose. The fear was related to concern that if I left my coarse body and entered another body that the second body might not be “me.” In other words, there was this strange little fear about entering another entity and remaining possessed.  I don’t remember the embodied or localized formless presence of any guides, but just a vague sense that I was receiving lessons. I snapped back into my body at the fear. Then the sequence repeated slowly so that I could zoom in and see that moment of fear. All of this was hazy.

I’m surprised I remember any of it. My in-situ memory seems to be better than my waking recall. In fact my waking recall seems to be better when the first recall is from within a dream or upon waking briefly when snapped back in body. I haven’t had time to process this new information about a limiting fear. I’ll have to think about it and what to do about it.

August 25: Babies, Scaffolding, Hospital, Recording, and Panama Paul

I went back to sleep after being up almost an hour this morning, with a blindfold on for blacking out light. I had what seemed to be one continuous dream but without a coherent plot. It was like a jumble of micro-impressions or micro-moments with people. They were as follows:

1. I saw a baby about a year old fall about 6 feet from some scaffolding from which my point of view was looking. I was surprised to see the baby push himself up and toddle away. This was extremely vivid and more like OBE than like dream. The scaffolding was inferred; the floor and wall were tan, nondescript.

2. I was in someone’s home, maybe a retreat. Then I was at the hospital over someone—I think my mother, who is 79 and is having some kind of problem with her esophagus. When I finally found a place to park at the hospital, I was then in the hospital and started to record a conversation with my mother when I was suddenly at the parking garage again.

3. Now I had to go through some kind of reality obstacle course to get back to my mother, and I was somewhat annoyed and feeling urgency to get to her, lest she be in danger. The first obstacle was literally a scaffold some man was making me climb. I was arguing with him that I had already passed this test before, but he made me climb anyway because this scaffolding was rickety, with some beams and platforms missing. The choice was between preserving my own safety or being allowed to see my mother in hospital. So I started climbing. I think after some initial unease I had just enough lucidity to think that this couldn’t be a real trap, for it didn’t make sense as a hospital policy (reality testing, yay!)

4. I was allowed into the hospital after jumping from the top of the scaffold down to the parking lot near the hospital entrance. Strangely, I was not that concerned about jumping from a great height. Just like the toddler from the OBE, I guess I knew I could rise up unscathed. Once in the hospital with my mother, I found that I couldn’t continue recording our conversation because I couldn’t find my phone with MP3 recorder. A woman with dark curly hair told me to go into the nursery to find a recorder.

5. I went into the hospital nursery but there were only two kids in there. A couple of mothers were discussing the pros and cons of a cute little wooden chair for toddlers. I recommended that they buy that chair, that I had a similar one for Kerry when he was small and had great use of it.

6. I went to the toybox to search for a recorder. I didn’t see one and wondered if this were another test. The dark-haired woman came over and pulled out a black plastic ball that was segmented into revolving numbered slices, like a bicycle combination lock on a chain. The woman knew the right combination and started telling me it, but I couldn’t do it right. She took it and unlocked it for me and said to speak into it and it would record my conversations and experience. I said, “This is a recording device, really?” She nodded. This device looked like one of those divination balls we all played with in the 1970s, where you would ask it a question, shake it, and a “yes,” “no,” “maybe,” or “try again” message would float up on the side of a die from liquid to a little window in the top of the ball.

7. I then was able to return to my mother to have her record stories from her life. However, some vague hospital official appeared and stopped me, saying that first I had to repeat the story of my relationship and conflict with Daniel. This was yet another test. I told the whole story into the black 8 ball, which was tedious and seemed pointless. Then, finally, I was able to focus on my mother, although the hospital part of the dream is not recalled beyond this point.

8. Suddenly I was back in the home where the dream started. I was on a landing midway up a staircase, where a window was on the landing. There was my dear and dangerous friend Paul Kane looking as he did when we were 20. I hugged him tight and held him a good while. We both shed tears on reuniting. I said, “Paul, you were in Panama more than a decade; should Kurt and I move there?” Paul said, “No, you two do not want to be there.” I said, “Where were you living.” He said, “All over, lastly in Boquete.” That doesn’t seem correct, though, because I think Waking Paul was near the Canal, running tour boats. I love Paul even though he foolishly almost killed me in a car accident when I was 18.

August 27: Out of Body

I remember lifting through my body and above the bed several times in the night, and being in another scene briefly even though I cannot remember details of the scene or narrative. I also remember encountering some sort of teacher who explained why, right now, I can’t recall my nighttime adventures. I don’t remember those specifics, either, beyond the fact that I was given a reasonable reason.

August 29: Painting the Hot Desert Water-Color Cool with Kim-Marie

Exhausted, I lay down after work and slept from around 9 p.m. to around 11 p.m. I dreamed of Kim-Marie. We are in a vast, edgeless desert, just we two. The sun is blindingly bright white and hot hot hot! Kim-Marie had this idea that we should dance, chant, and wave our arms around to paint cooler colors into the sky. I was willing to try, so we began dancing, chanting, and throwing our arms around. When we did, gigantic splotches of water-colors landed on the sky and began to cool the desert heat and dispel mirages. The water-colors were dusky blue, pink, peach, and violet.

This concludes August 2018.

I Will (No Man’s Land)

I will lay me down
In a bunker underground 
I won’t let this happen to my children 
Meet the real world coming out of your shell
With white elephants, sitting ducks
I will rise up
Little baby’s eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Little baby’s eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes
Little baby’s eyes, eyes eyes 

Dreams, Dream Memory, and Other Outings: July 2018


It has been more than a year since I recorded the following journal entries privately. What strikes me overall is how prescient the unease and visions were. July 2018 was the beginning of the ending of a major life cycle whose aftermath is still playing out. In short, the unit for which I worked began threatening us with layoffs and worse, but it was another year before the layoff came, freeing me to write and teach the Dharma. Even more significantly, my relationship with my former teacher and would-be coauthor began to go through major quakes in July 2018. The cycle came to an end with what I call the Pink Moon Shift of March 2019, but that story is for another time . . . if for any time at all.

July 1: Dream of Beginning to Teach

I have been extremely fatigued, sleepy, and unmotivated since Thursday evening (it is Sunday now). I have also had several visual scintillating scatoma migraine auras, numbness in my fingers, dizziness, vibrating head, and depersonalization (feeling like I am not the one moving my body). These are all unpleasant symptoms that I’ve experienced many times since my first migraine aura at age 12. However, I’m on preventive medication, which usually works nearly 100%, so I’m stumped what is triggering this sickness. It may be the protein powder in some Quest bars I bought (I normally avoid protein isolate like the Plague). But two other possibilities are that I ran out of my usual thyroid pills and had to take some old ones of a different brand, and I ran out of inositol midweek. Inositol raises availability of serotonin, so it acts like an antidepressant. Serotonin fluctuations are involved in the cortical cascade that triggers migraine.

I’ve been unmotivated to practice anything. I thought I have been open to lucid dreaming, but I’ve noticed as I’m falling asleep that I’m actually choosing oblivion to rid myself of all the highly unpleasant sick symptoms.

On all nights, I’ve had numerous dreams. My sense is that they were clear, if not lucid, but my energy upon waking has been so low that I’ve let the dream memories go, not recalling or reconstituting them, and not caring about them.

One fragment I do remember is a flag-draped casket on the lawn in front of the White House.

In another dream this morning, I am in some kind of lodge that has been turned into a school. It is in a mountainous region with many rivers and waterfalls crisscrossing beneath its perch on a high peak. I keep being late to classes and then realizing I am no longer a student because I finished those classes years ago.  Now I am in a bedroom suite with Kurt. He turns on a TV and shows me that he can get character stats on anyone we know. I decide to use this ability to try to give people what they are lacking in positive characteristics. I ask Kurt if I can do that through this interface. He says no, that I have to do it in PMR, in real time. So I set out on a quest to do so. I leave out the front door of the lodge and begin my journey on a path with many treacherous ups and downs over ravines thick with water mists. At one point, I realize I left something in the lodge, so I turn around. I can’t return the way I came, however. I return by way of a far more treacherous path.

Above me, on the way, I see a teacher and some young people crossing with their bicycles on a path perpendicular to mine. They are far above a steep decline. Suddenly I see one of the young people’s front wheel slide sideways off the path. The kid and bike fall into the ravine, to the kid’s death. I am momentarily upset. But then, in my desire to help the survivors, I am suddenly high on the perch with them. Then all of us are safely back in the schoolhouse lodge. I have transported them instantly out of my motivation. I am not upset about the kid who died. I know that death is just another journey. Someone at the lodge asks me to stay and teach, also making me in charge of people heading out on a trail for which they are not ready.

July 2: Becoming Lucid to Waking Visions within the Dream

Ah, I normally do not have these experiences anymore, but used to frequently, about twice or thrice a week. This one was different, though, in its hyper-reality.

I was lying in bed with insomnia last night. The now usual intense OBE vibrations began, and I thought through what I wanted to learn if Tom or other guides would show up. I’m always wanting to know what I need to realize. But I was mainly, I think, wanting to know how to let go of the anxiety I feel when Kerry is late from a night drive on the Interstate from out of state, which was the case last night as he drove home from Atlanta, where he placed in a tournament. I don’t remember receiving any answers about my Kerry-safety fears. But, interestingly, before I could finish formulating intent, I noticed some Northern Lights kind of flashes behind closed eyes. I opened my physical eyes and continued to see the flashes just the same, which was interesting but not that unusual for me at night. I decided to see-out for as long as possible to observe the boundary between out there and the in here of dreaming.

I saw one of the flashes open into a veil of light. Then visions of tigles, nets, thousand-petaled lotuses, and lattices of light filled the veil of light, which filled my entire visual field. I would blink or shift my eyes, and the visions persisted. All this time, I felt awake and surprised that the lights and colors were so clear above my bed.

After a couple of minutes of seeing-out this way, I started thinking. I started wondering why I could see-out to this veil of light and figures without a secondary “real” light source. I have seen figures many times in the dark, so that wasn’t exactly new, but something was different this time. The appearances were hyper-real, high-def, and responsive to movement of my physical eyes. There was no question in my mind that I was awake, because I was moving my eyes, could see the bedroom, and was wanting (and failing) to fall asleep.

Suddenly, I had the thought that these visions could not possibly be displaying out in my bedroom this way without some secondary physical light source. As soon as I thought this thought, I understood this experience to be a dream. As soon as I understood it to be a dream, the entire light show vanished to blackness, as if suddenly snuffed completely out. Despite all this, I rose from my bed, feeling like I hadn’t gotten to sleep. I went downstairs for a snack and to retrieve the audio, “I Am the Dreamer,” and then went to bed again, this time drifting off to the audio meditation.

This was a lesson delivered to me on what I need to realize. It was also further deconstruction of the presumed subtle remaining difference between seeing-out and seeing-in. It is this presumed difference that makes sleep a last stand of perceptual ignorance.

July 5: Green Dreams

I had numerous dreams last night (Tuesday night, I mean), and they were clear, but when I woke up my memory of them melted like cotton candy in the noonday sun. All I know is that I was in some kind of house far away and doing some kind of work for the Dharma. Jim was there in the house. The main detail was that all the walls were shockingly green. I woke up this morning several times, and my teal colored bedroom walls looked bright true green for a few seconds before resolving to teal. Then I would fall asleep again, and there would be the true green walls again. They were virtually screaming at me. There was also a stretch of lucid awareness with no narrative, just the color green. I had a green dream in 2015.

To dream of green signifies a go-ahead or wealth/money. The dream felt like it had something to do with retirement, doing dharma in a house or retreat center after retirement. Not sure of the connection to money, but maybe. A friend mentioned in some note I just read from him that there is a lot of money being flashed or flowing at the Boulder retreat taught by our teacher. I wonder if that is what entered my dream as a sign of something.

Comment 1 year later: Yes, it was a sign of money flowing through the fingers of the Millionaire Club in Boulder. 

July 5: More Green Dreams, Jim, and Exploding External Hard Drive

Last night in my concentration on John, visions arose of what is eating at him and what is going to start happening soon. Basically, he is money drawing and diving into dharma politics to get what he needs to go in a new direction. What came to me is that there may be financial, as well as other, consequences of the new direction, which is the source of internal strife presently. He wants to build enlightened society in the woods somewhere landlocked. The vision didn’t show my being included in the way I’ve been hoping, because he will be too busy for the next few years to keep his commitment to me.

Heading into sleep, I wrote out the same incubation I used for accessing these visions on my cushion. I placed the writing under my pillow. The same images of me, Jim, and green walls of some building came up again, just the same as Tuesday night. I do not recall any narrative, and no clear image of John, but just the feeling that all the images are connected with, coming from, John’s persistent dream of enlightened society.

Toward morning a new image appeared: It looked like this black external hard drive that Kerry and I use to back up and exchange music files, only bigger. The black box shape was entangled in black cables with with multiple USB connections on the ends. This image appeared emphatically in front of paling green walls. Then it exploded—not with noise or flame, but just popped into a million pieces. This explosion also exploded the dream and marked blocked access to further information at this time.

July 5: John in Chair, Whitewashed Wood, Blue Cross, and Iron Claw

I sat in some unspecified formless jhana last night (j7 is all I distinguish anymore). Gone was the cool dark soil and woods scene. Gone was the green. What arose was more like a beach scene. The electric blue cross outline was a repeating and insistent image. John was clear and sitting in an Adirondack chair outdoors, near a coast. A black iron clawfoot was dragged across the vision twice. Yes, I know. Pretty strange. Maybe this is an alternative future. No idea, really. I will likely spend a lot of time in structured divination this weekend, but I will not be passive. I will form and hold forth clear intent. Regardless, I feel a shitstorm coming. 

Dreams were a continuation of being somewhere else, in a building, conducting some kind of collaboration concerning dharma. Jim was present. The green was gone. Wow.  It turned black as hell here and began storming like the building would explode.

July 8: Intense Comedown from a Retreat I Didn’t Attend 

This isn’t a dream. I stayed up till 5:30 in the morning, practicing some of that time. I had initially planned to do divination by going into jhana and central channel. But I saw a recording on my phone of a sit that lasted about an hour and half. I knew that the end of that recording was intense. I remembered John’s once saying something to me on retreat about my knowing what was causing something, and it was my chronic fear of abandonment. Then at the end of the sit that came afterward, I was sitting to the side and bit in back of John. I knew that his words before and during the guided meditation were aimed at me, directly at me.

Last night, or this morning, I was sitting on my cushion and talking aloud to myself, trying to suss out why I’ve been so edgy and intense all week around John and whatever has been going on in Boulder. As I meditated, I felt my my solar plexus beating hard, like a second heart. I kept resting in while it unwound, but the thumping never stopped. It was fierce. I understood that this solar plexus vibrancy was connected to horrible feelings of anger, possessiveness, and something like jealousy. I hated myself for feeling these petty things. I’m not at all prone to jealousy or envy, but, strangely, it is the main stain I notice in my character lately. It may be that it is just easier to notice now because other, grosser negative emotions have been worked out and released more and now I have to deal with this more subtle level of selfishness.

I remembered what John taught me about third chakra, that it is where rage and terror reside as an unresolved duality. Third chakra is the site of terror that is social in nature—fear of abandonment, banishment. I listened to the recorded meditation. And when the end came again, I burst into sobs. I realized that my anger was really terror that whatever John’s plans for the future are, they will not include me, that this book will not happen, and that he is having dinner with me on July 26 to tell me so. Of course, the mirror site that arose was Daniel, and my hurt, grief, and anger at him for banishing me and destroying our work. If John did that to me, I would be so crushed I couldn’t even go on in dharma anything.

My theory is that I have, without trying,  been pulling energy from the Boulder retreat all week, too, that it isn’t all just my own anger and fear, but something coursing through the sangha, something coursing through John himself. So, in the spirit of John’s words here, may we all hold one another as the storm passes.

July 9: Dream Memory—New Level of Lucidity 

I keep staying up far too late, out of something I’m avoiding. I think I have an intensity hangover and feel the desire to ground down and take a break from Dharma Everything, including intent-driven powering up. Even though I say I feel exhausted and averse, I also feel dissociated from the feelings. This is no different from my feelings in general the past year: There is a cleaving of my feelings from my investment of core in those feelings. I still feel, but it isn’t exactly Jenny who is feeling the feelings. The feelings are just colors that come and go. Even recognizing emptiness as what this is, oddly enough, can feel like a vampiric draining of effort, from which I’m also strangely staying detached. Like I cannot escape dharma or emptiness. It is sometimes as if I’m moving too fast and thoroughly into emptiness. I’m not afraid of it. It is more like caution that I not miss any part of the journey and all its transitional lessons. There are a lot of crazy energies flying out lately, and I need to maintain my Bat Cave home base as just that. I need to be strong and independent, loving from there and only from there.

I fell asleep after 5:30 again, not having accomplished anything all night. I didn’t set up the divination or get into jhana. I was averse to knowing what a couple of days ago I felt driven to know. Something I’ve been learning about myself for the first time lately is how weak and fluxing my intention is. I’m often obsessive, but then the obsession evaporates before it drives any actions that might improve anything. Intention is therefore a new area for development for me. I have the Yin down. I’m affirming here that I need to integrate the Yang more for clarity, drive, intent, and manifestation.

This morning, I just passed out, with only the faintest thought that I should be practicing for lucidity. Instead I passed out while knowing that I wished to avoid everything, consciousness itself, and that is what I did: no dreams, no vibrations even.

After I woke up 5 hours later, I answered some messages. Then I lay down with “I Am the Dreamer” and “Astral Affirmations” coming through flat earbuds I bought for dreamwork. I formed the intent to remember whatever might happen while I was lying down. Very quickly, I was in some altered state and knew it, although the knowing it was dim at first. This is hard to describe accurately, but I was basically walking in air in a virtual computing “space” that was like a blank matrix. This would have been traveling, except for two differences: (1) My point of view was mostly outside my walking spirit body, and (2) everything was radically ephemeral rather than hyper-real and concrete as in my usual traveling. My awareness was on a kind of dimmer and was quickly cranking up, along with memory and analysis in situ.

The first cognitions I had upon the undimming of my awareness were as follows:

  1. Where did the audio I was listening to go?
  2. I am in my bed, trying to follow a meditation audio and get to sleep, but I’m still awake.
  3. Oh, hmm. There is my phantom body walking in matrix space, but only bits of my consciousness are transiently with that body.
  4. Since I’m awake, why can’t I hear those audios? (This was followed by hearing the audio for a few seconds and then losing sound.)
  5. Hmm, since I cannot hear anything, maybe I’m asleep? No, I’m not asleep. I couldn’t be metathinking to this extent if I were asleep.
  6. Hmm, maybe I’m absorbed into the central channel? Well, maybe, but I was not very concentrated, but rather much more on the “letting go” side.
  7. Hmm, maybe there is a sweet spot to be observed between “letting go” of the audio and the waking, and forming strong intent.
  8. Hmm, Daniel used to say to form strong intent, then shoot the arrow of the spell, and then totally “let go” and dive into forgetfulness.
  9. My consciousness is split between the in-bed embodiment and the walking-in-matrix phantom, but mainly with in-bed this time. Why?
  10. Time is distorted into warp flashings, just as during astral traveling. But this doesn’t seem fast or changeable enough to be hypnagogia.
  11. Someone or something seems to be showing me the lesson that state categories are artificial and malleable, rather than determinate.

Then my phantom body was gone and I felt the presence of Vasily. I kept expecting to see his face, but instead in the matrix space I saw a text, Latin characters spelling English words. I hesitated but then remembered Tom Campbell’s injunction to interact with anything or being that appears in NPMR. So I reached out to touch the text. But as I reached out and touched it (not with clear astral arms, but more hazy dream arms), the text turned into one of those ancient Tibetan rectangles with calligraphy on it. I was startled and stopped. But then I resumed reaching for it. When I touched it, I saw BuddhaBot avatar in the lower left of a GUI. It was a button, the only button, on a menu. When I touched it, it turned from having a yellow background to having a red background. This made me think, “Oh, to padma family. That is my Buddha family type.”

Then I opened my eyes in bed and was surprised to find my audios not playing. I guess both had played but I was elsewhere. I still had the feeling that I never slept, but I must have because of not remembering hearing the audios unless I remembered to tune in to them, and because of the weird stuff I saw that seemed not what I would daydream up.

The extent of memory and in situ analysis is shocking to me if this was a dream. My memories of the Waking are completely accessible in whatever this state was, and my powers of logical analysis are identical to those in Waking.The entire time, I never lost cognizance of the fact that I was lying in my bed in my bedroom on a Sunday morning.

July 13: Mental Plane, Busy John, and Pioneering Prairie Jenny

I’ve not been recording anything because I’m not remembering dreams or outings. Part of this is, I think, because of sleep debt. But part of it is, I think, that I’m rejecting the idea of embodiment for travel, in favor of direct access while awake, the way Campbell operates. Every night, though, the vibrations start, usually in my lower back, and spread. Sometimes everything goes out after that, and sometimes I have flashes to different scenes, but as soon as I realize what is happening, I’m popped back in body, in bed. At any rate, not much in the way of narrative to report.

One strange change has been the way I’m relating to the “I Am the Dreamer” and the “Astral Affirmations” audios. Listening to them has become bizarre, as if they themselves are a realm the SOD cast. Susanna’s voice has started sounding like a shimmering energetic force field. Her voice and the messages seem to be materializing backward, as if I understand the meaning first, and then her voice says the words that match the understanding. It is like the intention is bidirectional in terms of time and who is giving and who is receiving the message. The message feels co-created, as if I’m in a dimension with her apart from this dimension.

Last night this was happening. Then I started seeing behind my closed lids clouds as layered veils of shimmering light. I was not embodied in an astral or other body. It was a seeing-consciousness experience. I was aware that my body was in bed. I couldn’t identify whether my body was asleep, awake, or in-between. My viewpoint was moving through the shimmering light veils, or they were moving past “me”—hard to say which. I realized as this was happening that I had read some description months ago of the mental plane, and that it was like this. Then I got excited and a little bit nervous, as in “OMG what is going to happen next?” I remembered that people see other beings of some sort in this experience, but I didn’t see or experience other beings, just the cloud-veils of light. Still, the quality of this “place” was like the mental plane. I’ll have to hunt that up again and read about it.I heard Susanna again, and the excitement pulled me back in and awake.

I had a dream about John right before my alarm clock sounded this morning. I am in the corridor of a hotel or resort where John is running a retreat. There are numerous students of his lined up outside his suite. He walks down the corridor toward his door and is about to enter his room. I stop him and say, “May I have quick word with you—5 minutes?” He says, “I have interviews to conduct with all these students lined up; do you have a ticket with a number on it to show your position in the queue?” I reply, “I’m not in your ‘queue’: I’m asking for 5 minutes of your unpaid time, as little of that as I know you have.” He says, “Okay, 5 minutes.”

I enter the suite after John and shut the door behind me. He sits on this big camping-style folding chair. The chair is bright red. He crosses his legs as for meditation, up in the chair. I see no other chair for me to sit in, so I sit on the carpet, below his chair, facing him. I have a brief thought about the carpet, wondering whether it is low-VOC or toxic. John is wearing shorts and has a tan. I say to him, “I want to mention that you are trying to do too many intense things at once. You should slow down and focus on simplifying your life situation. You will burn out otherwise.” He replies, “I have extraordinary beings from the lineage moving through me, so I will not burn out.” I say, “Nonetheless, you are human, and there is only so much time, so you need to be selective about which projects you choose to accept and which you lay aside. You will need to make decisions and then follow through on those commitments. Something will have to go.”

John seems to be only half listening to me. He motions to the door to indicate he lacks time for this conversation because he needs to start the student retreat interviews. I stand up, but I do not walk out. Instead, I’m suddenly standing barefoot and in a prairie dress with with a vast constellation of women, also barefoot and in prairie dresses. We are in fact all standing equidistant from each other on a vast grassland. We form a net of women in formation. One woman speaks, her voice resounding: “The one man who truly had compassion for us is the one who invented tampons.” I start laughing and nodding. Then my alarm clock rudely sounds.

The bit about the grassland image is in part, I think, because DW and Noah were advising me about marketing, and one or both of them (can’t remember) told me to “keep it grassroots.” Prairie is also where pioneers took a stand for the new. The network may be because I’ve been reading and writing about Indra’s net as trope for unilocality. Earl Haas invented the tampon. I just wiki’d that fact.

July 15: Disembodied Projection and Kwai Chang Caine

Toward late morning I had some normal dreams that concerned being with teachers and discussing Trans-Himalayan cosmological enlightenment models. But I didn’t retain specifics after I arose to get my coffee. I was at the office working till 3 a.m. and then read an article when I got home. So, very late to bed, I listened to “I Am the Dreamer” and “Astral Affirmations.” I bounced back and awake after 40 minutes and reached for my phone to record this audio-log before going to sleep.

July 17: Light as through a Sieve and More Dream Memory

I fell asleep around 10 p.m. for 1.5 hours. I keep dreaming of some kind of disembodied inquiries about this Trans-Himalayan weirdness, but I do not remember answers received. The main happening was that I was seeing white light coming through millions of tiny pinprick holes in a background of blackness. It was like light streaming through a sieve. I was lucid and suddenly realized that I had seen this a gazillion times in dreams but had forgotten the dreams until now.

The key new feature in my dreams is this lucidity that is to an extent that I can remember other dreams while I’m dreaming and can analyze my state and the dream situation while it is ongoing. It is just like my ability to think when I’m awake, which is pretty impressive to me. Jim says Charlie calls this lucidity attainment dream memory

.I’m going to go meditate lightly for about 20 minutes and then try to sleep. I’m planning to try to reach John heart to heart and support him. I feel like something bad is about to happen, like I’m about to receive bad news from him. That Death card I drew keeps flashing up in my mind’s eye in connection with John. That card is about a major ending coming on my path, and it was to happen within 3 to 6 months from mid-May. The advice on that card was not to resist the ending when it comes, because it is supposed to happen, but it will be painful.

I’m going to a public teaching by Geshe Gelek Wednesday evening. He is scary psychic yet is one of the most humble people I’ve ever met. I am going to sit in meditation during his teaching and try to reach him with my heart-mind. I want to be able to make an appointment with him to discuss my path situation, but the rules at the Gelugpa center are normally that one has to get advice from the nuns. Access to the Geshe is restricted. My intuition is strong that I need to see Geshe Gelek in light of the confusing changes John has undergone in the past 9 months and how it they are affecting me.

I’m also going to do a very heavy-duty tarot reading on what is going on, the trustworthiness (or not) of the changes, the book prospects, and what all this mean for me in terms of the path alliances I will make or break.

I received a new Audible credit. I decided to download Robert Monroe’s *Ultimate Journeys.” After I started listening, this massive color-saturated rainbow shot down. Photo doesn’t do it any justice.

July 19: Weird Dream of Kerry Embodied as a Shovel

I slept 9.5 hours because today began my staycation ahead of Vasily’s arrival at 6-fucking-30 a.m. Saturday. The only dream I remember happened this morning. I am in a four-storey house by a beach. There are people in and out of the house. John is there, in the attic. He stays in solitude and mutters mantras while counting on his mala and gazing out a window at the ocean. I’m on the third floor and dealing with a situation: It seems that while Kerry was trying to meditate, he lost his body and became embodied in a long rusty old shovel. Kerry is talking to me out of the the digging end of the shovel. Part of me is amazed because this is magic. But mostly I’m upset because my beautiful boy is now a shovel!

I go up to the attic to tell John that Kerry turned into a shovel but can still talk somehow. John is dazed, preoccupied. He looks at me as if bored at the news and shrugs his shoulders. He is about to go back to saying his mantra, but I say, “Can you help me figure out how to liberate Kerry from this prison shovel? ” Again, John just shrugs, says not a word, and returns to gazing out on the ocean and muttering. I say, “I hope you get over whatever is ailing you soon, because this is getting old.” Then I return to Kerry on the lower floor.

When I return to talk with Kerry, Kerry says to me, “Mom, can you go to the balcony and throw me in the pool below?” I grab the shovel and go out on the balcony and look down. The pool is very far down and out. I feel that I will miss if I throw the shovel toward the pool. I’m also not certain that Kerry won’t hit the sidewalk and die, or sink to the bottom of the pool and die. I tell Kerry this, but he says, “It’ll be all right.” But I decide I cannot do it Kerry’s way. I carry the shovel down many flights of stairs and walk over to the pool to dip the shovel in that way. I ask Kerry if he is ready, but the shovel won’t answer me. I started panicking that maybe I should have followed Kerry’s plan and now maybe Kerry’s soul has vanished just like his body.

Finally, I just throw the shovel in the pool. It sinks, and I run back up the stairs and into the house. Standing there is Kerry, in Kerry’s body, talking. Then I woke up.

To see a shovel in your dream suggests that you are seeking knowledge, insight, and inner intellect. You are on a quest for a new understanding of your true Self. Alternatively, a shovel means that you are trying too hard in finding the truth to a problem. To dream that a shovel is broken indicates that you are frustrated with work.

July 20: Brief Flashes Out of Body

Kurt woke me up prematurely, and, as is often the case, I couldn’t get all the way back to sleep, so now I’m in sleep debt again. I lay down for 2 hours, though, very lightly meditating on my breath. My arms were aching pretty fiercely. I just felt my aching arms at one with the breath. I experienced several flashes out of body.

The first one was simply my looking down at my feet and being surprised that I was floating and seeing my feet out of body. I floated down till my feet touched the cold tile floor in the master bathroom, which felt so soothing. I was rapidly pulled back to my coarse in-bed body. Other brief flashes were my messaging Kerry on my mobile phone something about Tom Campbell and my seeing through Kerry’s cracked bedroom door to find him moving about to dress and then sit and study.

I woke up feeling emotionally this heavy darkness, a big drag down into what felt like my severe clinical depression from years ago. I also am feeling a sense of foreboding as I fall asleep. I haven’t felt these once-continual feelings for years; now they sandwich sleep. I need to adjust my time so that I’m spending less time consuming books and media, and more time trying to revive j7 practice. Motivation toward this is plan hard to maintain, but it probably is just that I need to establish the nightly meditation habit. I have to clean house and prepare for Vasily’s arrival. I’m feeling unmotivated for that, too. They must have called the formless jhanas “realms” for a reason. I’m not sure where a switch toward j7 as the portal leaves my initial goal of dream lucidity, but I guess I won’t worry about it. I get confused if I try working too many practice goals at once.

July 22: Oscillations between Solar Plexus and the Word “Familiarity”

I have been in a funk all day and sleepy because Kurt woke me up too early this morning. I need to be preparing for Vasily, but have remained in bed most of the day, doing little, because I’m so burned out from my job that just lying here with no agenda feels like vacation luxury unexcelled.

I listened to some Tom Campbell talks last night and today. I went to his site and purchased the 2017 collections of binaural beats because I need some joy. I decided to lie down and plug into the one that is just for sleep, not for OBE. I did, however, attend to Tom’s injunctions about skillful intention-setting, that query needs to be specific, but expectation about what the answer might be and how it is presented should be relinquished. Expectations are not the same as intent. This was an interesting and useful point to me.

Even though I was aiming to sleep, I decided to set an intention because Tom mentions in his talks that dreams can answer and test us just as OBEs can. Because of this strange foreboding, and because Kerry will be driving to Philadelphia July 30, I decided to query about fear. My intention was this: In order to lower my consciousness entropy and clarify love at the level of being, what can I do to free myself from foreboding?

The binaural beats took a while for me to get used to and stop analyzing. They even at first brought out some solar plexus surges But after about 15 minutes, I guess, they sort of softened. I don’t feel that I ever slept. I never lost awareness of lying in my bed and trying to let go all the way into sleep. After a while, however, I was looking at my mobile phone, at some chat text. I stopped reading at the word familiarity. I do not know or remember what the surrounding words were, although one of them was a -th word like thorough or throughout. My attention stayed fixed on that word familiarity. I vaguely remembered my query about how to be liberated from feelings of foreboding and doom. I wondered if this word were the answer. I did a reality check by reading each letter, one at a time, to spell out the word. I confirmed that the letters were clear and spelled correctly, although I could not read any of the surrounding words.

After this my attention shifted to surges of sensations of the solar plexus, those feelings of impending doom that I experienced the week of the Boulder retreat. Then my attention shifted back to the word familiarity. This oscillation happened several more times over a while before I got up out of bed and stopped the audio. Although I do not feel that I ever dipped into sleep, I was refreshed and energized by this rest. I’m looking forward to trying other of Tom’s binaural beats tracks, which were meticulously designed to suspend people between awareness and deep theta state. there are about 16 tracks.

Meditation means “to become familiar with.” I’m guessing that the oscillation with the solar plexus grab was suggesting that I work in some daily solar plexus opening like I did a couple of years ago.

The binaural beat track “Sleep” is like Valerian at the stimulant end. It induces rapid-fire visions for hours, and flashes out of body. Not great if the goal is to end sleep deprivation. The visions are all over the place, and the movement from one to the next is like being captive in a kaleidoscope. I remember having a POV on a high overpass and seeing cars’ headlight coming around a curve in the highway below, seeing Tahiti at nights with boats and totems, seeing Daniel several times, seeing my lost mindfold on a door handle somewhere in the house, reading my mobile texts, and seeing lots of humanoid and alien faces glowing in some distant woods. I also was feeding my coarse mouth with astral food with my astral hands and fork. Kurt was snoring, so I tapped him to roll over on his side. When that didn’t work, I realized I had been using my astral hand. Then I decided that if I were going astral, then Kurt’s snoring was probably inconsequential.

July 23: Dream about John and His Mixed Messages

I find myself on retreat with John in some local home. There are about 25 people sitting on the living room floor. Suddenly, he asks me to do the pointing out of the next meditation. I am thrown off.  He could have let me know he was going to call on me before the retreat so I could prepare. I say to him, “Okay, but I’ll be shooting from the hip, just as you shot from the hip by asking me to impromptu in front of all these people.” He smiles and gives me the mic.

In my characteristically school marm fashion, I tell everyone to get up and move into a circle because everyone is seated in a random formation and staring at someone’s else’s back or side. So there is this time-consuming transition as everyone complies and grumbles about John’s letting me teach.

I start rapidly planning out what to say. I decide that, because I had pointed out Mahamudra so many times in Teresa’s bardo, I would do that, with long silences for people to meditate deeply. I also decide to make the instructions pith and clear. As soon as I begin, though, John stops me and asks what the hell I am doing. I say, “Huh? I’m leading Mahamudra because that is what I already have prepared.” John says for everyone to take a break.

I am back in the house in a hallway with John. He says, “What are you doing teaching Mahamudra?” When I look up at him, I see that he has changed in form to Bjork in an elaborate Kabuki costume. He is scary and has flaming eyes in a pale white woman’s face. I say to him/her, “I was teaching Mahamudra because you gave me no time to prepare and I taught it to Teresa in the bardo.” He/she said, “You are not lineage-authorized to teach that!” I said, “True, yet you told me to teach it to Teresa before she died, but she was too sick.” I am confused and sad because he is changing his story and instructions on me.

I go gather my things, with a sense of shame in front of everyone, and leave the retreat, alone.

This concludes July 2018.

Sleeping Ute

Dreamed the long day
Just wandering free
Though I’m far gone
You sleep nearer to me

If I could find peace
If this night leaves
But I can’t help myself

So I’ll walk out
These wandering dreams
Up the north road
Dressed gold and green

If I could lie still
As that great hill
But I can’t help myself

Well it’s calm and it’s clear
Collapsed here on the stone
Delivered to this place
A vision dark and cloaked

And those figures through the leaves
And that light through the smoke
And those countless empty days
Made me dizzy when I woke

And I live to see your face
And I hate to see you go
But I know no other way
Than straight on out the door