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Only one way to find out ?‍♂️ hopefully they aren't set to save your life in a fire in 2 years.

@Vibroverse I'm not really sure what evolution is??, but I meant don't edit your words. You have to get in a state of flow writing or speaking.

My top rules are : Don't doubt yourself. Don't second guess yourself. Don't edit yourself. Don't let yourself get embarrassed. Drop expectations except the intention to connect. Don't get hung up on who or what you are channelling, if it feels insightful, that's because it is. Go with it. (all things above can block flow) Write every thing down,(or record spoken channelling) and read back often. Some things might not make sense for a year or two even. You don't need a name for what you are channelling, because ultimately what you are connecting to is nameless. But it's beneficial to attach a name (ask for one) because you use it as an anchor to connect more efficiently.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0072NYNTW/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_aoAdGb46DC33H Good book, if you can read between the lines and extract the nuggets.

Oh yeah, the report was genuinely authentic from the heart. The wish for insights were all mine, just wanted to spark juicy conversation. (and yes I asked permission to share it) When I said there's alot of pretending here, it was a (not so) subtle confession to an addiction to pretending. I use it as an excuse for willed ignorance. ?‍♂️ Maybe I just like to get grounded by my imaginary peers from time to time. Maybe I like to ground myself. Maybe it just happens organically.

@Preety_India we are all crazy here... Join us

For years I've had a interest in working with Spirit guides. Of course when I started out I believed that spirits were separate beings than myself.. now I see them as nothing more than fellow dream characters. Entities outside of the personal dream self, yet one with THIS (dream). Completely self, yet separate. Just as it should be, to keep things interesting. Being dream characters does not belittle their importance, in any way. They are guides, after all. Whether they were created just for me (dream self character) , or I'm merely a drop their cosmic bucket, it does not matter. THIS dream is filled and populated to the brim. The character stands in relation to all else. If a dream character can come to me in the form of a spirit guide and enrich my life in any possible way, I would gladly welcome it. I have a little practice connecting with Spirit guides from dabbling with it for a few years. I took a long break and I'm now connecting with that again. But it's nice because I'm coming back with it with fresh eyes, because before I really did not understand what Spirit guides were. (and am willing to admit that I possibly still don't) As far as names go, I believe names are just for fun with Spirit guides. The essential connection with a spirit is by their energy /vibration /aura /etc, rather than by what they are called. You can't name the nameless. But since I am not attuned with feeling various energies, it's helpful to appoint a name to the spirit guide so that you can invoke their presence in the future. Whether I pick the name, or they pick the name, or if it really even matters at all , I don't know. We're ALL and ONE continuum. So while hiking this morning, and after a small bit of strong Marijuana, I connected with a guide named Josh. I said okay, let me touch your energy so that I can emulate it. Not wanting to be a leech and to have practice connecting energies. We began thinking about gods in terms of the dream. There was the usual bibble babble: the gods are one... the gods are many... Humans would appear as gods to a newly awakened animal... I got lost in a stream of thought, which ended upon 'the gods are superfluous.' (actually at this point I'm not sure if talking about the gods, or THIS God, but) I'm like okay Josh, I'm not that smart, slow down. So I pulled out my phone and looked up the definition. su·per·flu·ous /so͞oˈpərflo͞oəs/ adjective unnecessary, especially through being more than enough. Just thought that was a funny description lol. But the truth is I didn't exactly hear 'superfluous' because that word turns out to not even be pronounced the way it came to me in my mind, and the word sounded longer. Also the impression I got while receiving the word was of how 'the gods' are fluid. hence I was pronouncing superfluous as 'super-floo-us' until my husband corrected me later. So I went back to Google and let the word prediction help me out. I found superfluidity, which more matches the word I heard, and also has an interesting description in relation to THIS : su·per·flu·id·i·ty /ˌso͞opərˌflo͞oˈidədē/ noun the property of flowing without friction or viscosity And another description further down : When stirred, a superfluid forms vortices that continue to rotate indefinitely. Hopefully I can connect with Josh again... That was fun ?

@Nahm agreed, I work hard (? hehe) not to tell anyone what is ultimately, because I'll be the first to say I don't know shit. But if I know anything, it's that I enjoy astral projection. Can't tell you what astral projection is , if anything,(is probably not) I just love it. Kinda like how I feel about you.

Sure why not? Make it your own. Maybe ask crysty which ones she likes too since you'll be sharing the space

@Nahm Yeah, ultimately it's just a report of an experience and we can only make things up to explain /describe what happened. But like I said to someone just a while ago, what we ruminate can start to manifest. (like the idea that you can't switch on the light switch in a dream.) Im willing to be a Guinea pig. If these surges were to manifest for me, they're welcome.

That's what she said?

Yes, don't ever believe anything you hear. I bet this started countless years ago with one person not being able to switch on the lights and sharing that experience until it became ingrained in collective consciousness and now it's considered a 'truth' of dreaming. It's not, (except that ironically it also is)

This was shared by a friend on my Facebook page. It's a very intimate experience for him and he's seeking understanding of what this could be. I know it's long but it's very fascinating. To me it sounds like a kundalini head'splosion, but would like to get other's ideas. @Michal__ @electroBeam @GreenWoods @Spiral Wizard @Nahm @Keyhole Please tag in anyone else you think might have some insight @Muhammad Jawad @ivankiss I thought yall might be interested, at the very bottom he describes dying from this (or something) and slipping into an alternate reality. **************** (from RH) My first personal experience with spontaneous astral projection and a description of the only 'real' method or secret (that I know from experience) for inducing the soul consciously out of the body: The truth (for me) of leaving the body has less to do with psychology than it does physiology. The key or real secret is in activating a dormant capability of the brain. What I call "surges" I was young (7or8) when I first started getting "surges" Over time I was eventually forced to experience what they can do, and even later I discovered how they can be induced or willed. This is something that only happens when completely awake. You are not sleeping, going to sleep, waking up from sleep, or in a dream state of mind. The sensation of a surge feels natural and unnatural at the same time; like a strange reflex, experienced as a dense concentration of energy suddenly splashing out of the center of your brain, washing over you like a bucket of lightning spilling down your body. A sudden jolt of intensity, a powerful pulse, a surge of sharp and strong "energy" (for lack of a better word) is sent out of what feels like the very center of your brain. The location of where it emanates from is important and significant because a surge always comes from the same location. Always from the exact spot of what feels like the very center of your brain. The closest thing in comparison to the experience of what a surge feels like at the moment it comes out, is the 'push out' feeling of making your ears pop but incredibly more intense. A harsh but not hurtful energy comes from a single point like a fountainhead spewing out from inside your brain down thru your whole body. Concentrated and dense yet dynamic and wave-like. It's overpowering feeling is strangely perceptible and various in how its experienced moving through you. A surge sharpens your awareness as it flows through your entire body. After coming out of your head like a tsunami pushed thru a pinhole; it spreads out to the body's width rushing down with the same intensity, until being shot out like lightning from your toes. I had no idea what was happening, their occurrence is so physical that it would be almost impossible to guess it to be a mechanism for transdimensional soul travel.... They (surges) seemingly have nothing whatsoever to do with anything. I truly believed I had a brain malady. It was terrible for me at first, growing up totally innocent of it around those totally ignorant of it. They didn't happen often but they wouldn't go away, they kept coming back. Because of how physical the experience is you cannot convince yourself that it isn't real. You are unable to deny that something major is going on. To actually feel the brain do something is an extremely unique sensation. (you learn to induce surges, which is how I project, but mainly their arrival depends upon the currency of the soul which facilitates the activation of this dormant capability of the brain) And until you discover what they are used for, it is impossible not to think of them as something wrong with your brain. Obviously, as a child I kept this to myself (maybe if I don't tell anyone it will just go away, kind of kid logic) fearing I had a brain tumor or something, I didn't know (and still don't) what they are. Usually when they come without warning or intent, I get one or just a few, and the interval of time between them is slow (USUALLY). And for awhile they went away. Long enough to be forgotten and buried with other childhood conundrums. Until when I was a teenager, they came back with a vengeance on steroids. It was like remembering you have a deadly inescapable disease. Now worse and happening often, with greater ferocity, and shorter intervals between each occasion. Also the total amount of surges experienced from every episode increased (going from 1-2 as a kid, to 10-15 as a teenager) Over time I became aware that what I was doing or thinking had some effect over controlling them. Inadvertently, I discovered that when I was clam, thoughtless, mindful, or had awareness focused on the present moment, made it worse! By ether inducing one to happen or shortening the amount of time between each surge. This was starting to get old fast and being totally ignorant of something that I knew was real but could not control and was being forced to experience, just pissed the puberty in me off. Until finally in the middle of one such instance,(important to remember I am always wide awake) I couldn't stand it anymore, had enough. This anger reacted by no longer using fear as a shield, and for the 1st moment I stopped being afraid. I stopped being terrified and resolved in my heart the courage to find out what this really was. Almost immediately after I embraced the experience they began happening faster and faster until there was no pause between them and it became constant. It felt like every atom in my body was being electrocuted to the vibration of the same frequency. Zoooth-----Zoooth----Zoooth--Zooooth--ZoothZoothZooth ZoooZZZZZZZZAP! A feeling of being pushed thru a threshold or passing thru a barrier is felt. The feeling of moving out of the body into another dimension of reality is a transference of condition. Like liquid water becoming steam--your condition changes, you do not. The reality of leaving your body while awake is unbearably powerful and undeniably valid. I found myself undergoing a sensation of incredible force...as if someone pushed my back with tremendous force I was shot forward in a front flip motion. Halfway thru the inertia suddenly subsided as my belly faced the floor, however, instead of falling to the ground I hovered in place. The sensation of floating is strange because at first, it's experienced not as floating, but as not falling. As an absence of gravity. Everything appeared grey and there was a curious grid-like inlay of semi-transparent black dots, that seemed to be over my eyes, or on top of my vision, instead of out in the environment. That first time, oddly enough, was the only time I ever saw those black dots. The absence of color changed after the second time. My immediate reaction to this most unusual experience was not shock, bewilderment, or confusion, but fear... The obviousness of the experience is such that the truth of its reality becomes immediately incontrovertible. There is no doubt to the fact of what is occurring, inexorably your awareness is made to realize the absence of any need for deliberation. My "soul" was now literally floating outside of my body. The only prior information I had about life beyond the body or the souls separation from it was Death. Because the way in which the experience takes place and the severity of its absolute validation, at that moment (I had always assumed the surges could of been a brain aneurysm or tumor)I knew I was dying. After all what I was experiencing as reality, unquestionably was similar to reports of death. After living a life that rarely considered the soul beyond anything but a fable, suddenly the certainty of its existence filled me with apprehension for what came next. This was BEYOND scary, and though I am a good person I never believed and was not ready to die or face the prospect of finding out that hell was also real. So I went full on He-Man, mustering all the life I had and fighting with everything to force this (my soul) back into the safety of my body. I discovered a type of reflex that snaps you back into your body. But as soon as I would get back into my body, I would be immediately ripped out again. Which seemed to only confirm that I was in fact dying. This continued over and over, until my stubbornness subsided and the futility of my fight became apparent. This was not going to end in my favor. After giving everything I had to the effort of something that would not be denied. I finally accepted my death, which is itself a monumental life-achievement During the in-and-out battle for my body, I noticed the feeling of being pulled, like a river current directing me towards a wall. When I project it is much like what astronauts describe floating in space to be like. I have no control over direction and there is no gravity. There is also always the presence of a "current" that directs and moves me along and commands where I travel. This 'current' is always present when I project and whose control and infulence over where I travel is absolute. I noticed I was being moved consistently in the same direction, right over into a wall. As I got closer the current didn't subside, expecting to hit the wall I put my arms over my face and braced for impact but instead went straight through it into the living room, where i saw my brothers cat laying down on the couch. As weird as this all sounds, I can honestly swear on everything holy, the cat looked up directly at me, seemed to see me, hissed and ran-away. Right after as if by design I was snapped back and stayed in my body. It is of fundamental importance to clarify once again...this is something that happens while you are awake and fully conscious! It cannot be overstated how non-dreamlike both the experience and environment are, its reality is beyond apparent You are Not asleep or in sleep paralysis! It is a lucid experience with a normal awake state of mind that is as far from sleep as caffeine. The fear and panic of the first time was the result of being a child and experiencing 1st hand a crash course in the reality of the soul beyond the body but from the perspective of dying and being unable to deny the reality of the experience. Now seems like a prelude to how strange the truth would become. The too strange to be said tendency of ending a projection using the back to the body reflex, coming back to the physical but finding myself in the wrong reality... a alternate from slightly to vastly different physical world and I am stuck there, for various periods of time (from a moment to an entire year) I call it "slipping" The astral is a doorway to all places and all times, a door that is itself a place unto itself. To experience just how real these encounters are, coupled with the feeling of total isolation and knowing that if I project... Whether it is random, accidental, or a product of my ignorance regarding the skill of this phenomenon there was a chance that I will come back to an alternate physical reality. Stuck and stupefied, the most over-real experience of all! To be a genuine exile from another universe and experience this truth...without being imaginative or psychologically delusional . When it happens I am there day in day out, it puts you into a state of shock, being stuck in the experience, unable to believe or deny... and unable to get home for indefinite and arbitrary periods of time. I have searched for others like myself. I am unable to NOT devote my life towards thses truths however, the solitude is tremendous, the rarefied recognition of higher rapture is to be in the isolation of Truth and thus I reach out to you. "Any truth kept silent too long becomes poison" --Rh

These threads explain my view on spirit guides..

@Myioko alright sounds good. ? I'm a shameless glutton for feedback ?

@SirVladimir OK just please read my most recent short story, in its intended form on here... Facebook doesn't allow for the right formatting.

Regina is a pure heart if I've ever heard one. I'd love to meet her.

This is one of the best memory practices one can do, and so simple. If you can keep track of counting while getting groggier and sleepy, you could probably rule the universe.

oops I'm done. @Myioko thanks so much for inspiring this story, I ended up loving it. Can't wait to read yours. This is meant to be read with the reading music when you get to that spot. Just click play and continue reading. ALSO-- see pic before reading. The Golden Prayer When I first got to Heaven, they stuck me on the first floor mailroom filing prayer requests. These requests piled in through countless channels in the form of hand written notes, and I never questioned what the point in all this was when the big man upstairs--the head hancho CEO himself-- could hear prayers telepathically. You learn not to ask a lot of questions in Heaven. (After some time, I came to suspect it was because no one really knows.) And trust me, I had questions. Like why was Heaven some corporate skyrise with glass panels stretching up to the clouds? I thought we were supposed to be in the clouds, dancing around some pearly gates or something. No one told me I'd be put to work. And what the heck was up with the angels? I couldn't tell if they were supposed to be our supervisors or us theirs; because they were very shy and would teleport away the very second I made eye contact. I would have had like zero training if it weren't for the kind souls who were put there with me in the mailroom. A nice man named Jerry (who was homeless most of his adult living life) showed me the ropes of filing the prayer requests. He said he was teaching me exactly how he was taught when he arrived. 'The good ol' way.' "Now, its very important to get everything in perfect alphabetical order," he'd say often, "God is real particular about order, let me tell you. Trust me, they notice. Do good and you may move on up someday, kid." Jerry had been trying to get into accounting for two human decades. Honestly, I think at this point he'd settle for custodian, just to get off the first floor. One morning, after pulling an all-nighter during covid season, I stumbled upon an odd colored envelope which appeared from an unknown channel. It was on the floor in a pile of white envelopes, but this one was golden with a red wax seal. When I picked it up the mailroom echoed with gasps; and Jerry emerged, approaching with hesitation. "It's you," he said, eyes widening. "Of course its you. I knew it from the very beginning." "What?" I asked, stunned. "What is it?" "You got a golden prayer," he answered. Was he crying? "Those are hand delivered, by whoever finds it. Cannot be touched by two souls. It's yours kid. You're the one. Straight to the top." The crowd parted while he and two more elders led me down to the far side of the mailroom and to an elevator. "Now, go," Jerry said, wiping an eye. "And remember me. I was the one who gave you an extra donut on your first day, yesir!" "Well I'll be back soon of course," I said. "No, no," he replied solemnly. "They say those who deliver the golden prayer never come back down… now go!" He shoved me into the elevator and with one last hopeful wave goodbye, pressed the button to close the doors. I… I had to catch my breath for a second and process… Like what the actual hell? (oops, sorry God!) The elevator climbed and climbed, up and up to-- well, the heavens I guess. It claimed there were 72 floors but I'll be dam--darned-- if it didn't feel like an eternal climb. On and on… long enough for it to truly set in where I was headed, and for the mind to invent a million things of what I'd see when I would arrive. It was almost torture, had I not whole lifetimes to reflect upon to bide the time. Finally, with a chime like an alarm clock stealing me from a pleasant dream, the doors opened on floor 72. "Come, come," the angels beckoned me, lining both sides of the hall down towards great big golden doors. They played the most beautiful music on pearly harps and golden trumpets, and it struck me that these angels were not shy at all. They looked me in the eye, flooding the very essence of my being with a type of love I could never describe. I was here. I was worthy. I was Home. Or perhaps it was the golden prayer in my hands-- but oh well, I’d take it. I nearly floated to the great doors. I had so many things to say to the CEO, and not much time to sort them all out. But oh, was he going to get it! That was for sure. (What he would get, I hadn't exactly worked that out yet... ) …And Jerry, I couldn't forget Jerry. He was kind to me. With a loud creak the doors opened wide. The first thing I remember seeing was quite perplexing. There was a time, I thought, when I would have called this my living room. It seemed like ages ago, but the memories were trickling in---and as they did, the scene began to build: the old brown leather couch which had seen one too many drunken nights; the painting of a hippie Buddha I found at a thrift store down the street; my cat Binx…. "Clear!" I heard from within the room, and suddenly the silhouettes of people formed from a dark mist. They were huddled over in front of the couch, and as their images materialized it became clear they were hovering over… …me. "I have a pulse," I heard one say. I walked closer and looked at the body. Yes, I did look like that at one time, right? Yes, that was definitely me. My name was… Sam. Sam Waters. It was all coming back now. My heart was weak from a childhood illness. They told me from the beginning it would fail early. I just didn't think it would be this early… ~ Open the letter ~ A voice beckoned to me from beyond, and I heeded. Inside the envelope was a small handwritten note saying-- "I pray he awakens to his true nature." And with that, I opened my eyes for the first time since going down. After weeks in the hospital I was finally allowed to return home. On the way, I stopped near the city park. There was a homeless man there and I gave him my car. I could walk.

Good lyrics in this one And this one just reassures me that I'd listen to her sing the phone book

Another unreleased

@SirVladimir An unreleased one : And I'm curious, was it 'blue lips' or 'aquarius' that you saw me post on here? (here they are anyway)

@Myioko OK cool let's set a deadline of one week from today (Thursday) and word limit of 1500 words

Writing things down has worked since the dawn of... well, written history.

@Myioko awesome do you want to pick the picture? Thank you, I'm glad you liked the story. I've been told I have good dialogue, I always work hard to make it sound natural. . Yeah I noticed we had the similar voices... Very cool ?