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Oh good, I was being creative (ity). ?

when there is creativity, there is no one to be creative. You are creativity. The one who wants to be creative is the only thing possibly blocking a channelling of your own creativityness. Or it can amplify it, in certain contexts. Either way, the block doesn't actually exist. In a way, that block itself is creative. In creativity, there is only creativity. And its not a person.

Definitely worth a try. Just don't expect to get anywhere with it. ? I got a little good at it because when I was younger I would obsessively repeat a sentence over and over in my head. Changing up words a little, or with different emphasis on different words. It's a writer thing but it would be a non stop narrating of my own life and extremely annoying. So I learned to blank it out. But never have I ever achieved blanking out thought completely.

It'll be OK.

@Shin I miss all your awesome dream reports ? Ok last night was a strange one. My grandma was having a family dinner at her house. Where I grew up, our trailer was across the cow pasture from my grandparent's farm house. In this dream, we had a new house right across the fence so it was much closer. Ok, so I left my home with some special coffee I wanted to make, it even took this special oil (?don't ask) that I put in a shot glass and kept spilling it a bit on the way over. But I was sure I had enough to brew my coffee. When I got there, my grandma and my husband were NOT having it. My grandma had already brewed coffee from a dunkin donuts bag, and my husband I guess didn't want to upset her and really didn't support my special coffee brew. So finally I was like WHATEVER and just poured a cup of the cheap coffee and it was gross as expected. Anyway, it came time to eat. There was a new guy there, came in with my uncle and was young and attractive. Even one of my male cousins who I didn't think was gay couldn't keep his eyes off. Ok so we all bow our heads for prayer, though no one speaks up to lead the prayer. I sneak a little toke with my travel pipe, and then guiltily cover it up afraid that someone will smell. It seemed like minutes and still everyone was bowing their heads in silence, and honestly I had had enough. I shout AMEN AMEN and get up and leave to go out the front door. I figured I'd take my pipe home, and just come back and grab a plate after everyone has cleared the kitchen. On the way out my mom is asleep on the couch. I can't get the front door to shut properly so I asked her to get up and dead bolt it. Alright, time to fly over the fence real quick and go put the pipe back at home. When I get to my door stoop, all hell breaks loose at my grandma's house. Machine guns, shouting, screaming. Some mercenary team had swooped in to murder everyone. I could hear one shout to shoot them all dead. Someone spotted me at my house and then I was dodging bullets trying to hide behind bushes and run to a neighbours yard for help or a quick escape. At some point a group of the mercenaries caught up with me, they were young and attractive like the guy invited to dinner and I put two and two together. They didn't really know what I looked like so I pretended to be one of them and escaped that way. Also, it seemed to turn out that the whole thing was orchestrated by the lady on the couch, which may or may not have really been my mom.

@Myioko

@Hulia @LastThursday @Myioko @MyiokoI'll read your story later when I can focus. So far the opening is very engaging.

@Muhammad Jawad try it during WBTB ? we'll let you be the Guinea pig

(to intrusive thoughts) Your shit SHALL NOT PASS! (CLANG)

@Forestluv someone should make a full session training audio. Warm up>peak> cool off. And of course encourage self discovery with it as well. (devil voice ?) FUCK YOU!!!

I've been on hold for 35 YEARS DAMMIT!! ☎️

Hmm I suppose one could pair this with self inquiry practice as far as feeling into the sense of self and coming back to it when distracted. Or the heart centre. Hmm OK, I gotta find that magic word.

Oh sounds simple? Ok I summon someone to make this happen. Universe, are you listening?

@Forestluv @SirVladimir cool cool cool... Hmm maybe I'll stick a floating tank in my mind palace and go do slower shamanic breathing in there ? don't ask. I think I propose to add it to a meditation habit and focus more on sinusiod breathing and surrender, and not so much if I'm doing it correctly. I get too much in my head when trying it.

My problem still comes in getting the rhythm right. Like I feel like if it's hurting my lungs I should slow down or stop right? ? Does anyone think doing this slower could have a similar effect, even if I have to do it for longer? I'm wondering if I still just don't have good lung capacity for 10 years of cigarettes (I've quit for 7 months)

I tried it twice last night. Before sleep, I counted to 100. Got a flash of this old lady's face looking at me intently. Once I got to 100 I started back down and I don't think I made it past 90 or 80 before sleep. ? Then at 4 am, the dogs woke me up to go outside so I laid back down and started counting. Went to 50, then down to 30, then up to 60....down to 40... I think it was working. Was getting images and voices and false memories. My problem is when I get the urge to roll over I give in way too easy. Went to sleep but had a good fun dream so I won't complain.

Anytime I'm here for my imaginary brethren

It sounds like a fun theory and I'm definitely rooting for you... But it reminds me to ask - - why is everyone so obsessed with what they call the waking dream? Like it's more important or something.

?? Haha so funny. Yeah please try that one again, but forward it to the part where you fall and are just laying there in the grass. It gets so much better after that. You will meet a guide and then a very satisfying fly after that. If I had the ability, I'd redo the beginning, it's definitely the worst part. But I had to delete most of these projects from my computer directly after posting them, due to storage space ? That is so cool!! Actually I became trump in my one and only psychedelic trip, back in 2016. Then we were both this lonely, bratty child playing video games in some kind of prison. Don't ask ? I really think your constant transfigurations are fascinating. I bet you would be a talented natural at channelling.

I present to you a way to astral project instantly, through narrative writing bilocation. This is an astral projection technique which will take virtually zero practice at all, besides training the mind's eye outside of this exercise. Luckily I have a series of lessons on YouTube which will get you in tip top shape: This technique is part of the umbrella I like to call 'spirit hacking' (as opposed to body hacking), and the ONLY thing which could cause this not to work is disbelief or embarrassment, both of which are rooted in fear. Now, in order to bilocate through active writing, I suggest you relax in a comfortable spot and play soft music or white noise like gentle waves. Nothing with words since you will be focusing on your own words. You can easily type this out as well. Relax and don't edit yourself while doing this. Be just as detailed as is necessary to maintain the visualization. If you aren't comfortable enough with yourself to get a bit goofy, then this technique is most likely not for you. (and although technically I can't be in two places at once, since I'm actually nowhere at all... That's kind of the fun and mystery of it. If I'm nowhere, that means I can be anywhere I wish. Even 'two places', if I say so.) I like to always start the dream in one body and then narrate the departure into Astral. These terms are of course made up, and you will probably want to make up lots of fun words to complete a well rounded narrative. You don't have to worry about being in any form 'correct', because you will be actively creating a dream of your own truth, wherever you're at on the development spiral. This practice is not necessarily for enlightenment, but has so many incredible applications. DON'T EDIT YOURSELF!! You can use this technique for many things. Honestly the sky is the limit. No scratch that, the sky is limitless! Double scratch, there is no sky! You will literally be creating a waking dream, and can lucidly interact and manipulate things to your desire. In my example provided, I am using the bilocation as a grounding technique. This takes the traditional technique of "imagine your toes are roots going down into the earth" to a whole new level. You could also use this for channelling, (meet who you want to channel on this willfully created astral place) or for any visualization practice really. Want to practice forgiving your friend before the real conversation? Actively narrate it to strengthen the visualization. Want to dream of changing a habit? Write it down and experience it. Want to visit the world of your favourite movie, show, or video game? Just make sure you can visualise them, and you can go. You could even use it for remote viewing. For example, have a friend think of a number between 1 and 10. Then sit down and write out the visualization. Send yourself to a room with books, and find the book called "the correct number" open it and write which number you find inside. So without further ado, here is the grounding visualization I wrote this morning. At the very least you could just read it and bilocate through that. But the real magic comes when you are actively writing your own. A little sativa toke goes a long way with this. ************************************************ Guided visualization style narrative : (grounding exercise) Reclining in bed, I grab my silver grounding cord from the navel and plunge through the bed, floor, and earth. Down and down, through the dirt and rocks, down to the center of the earth's crust. I arrive to my grounding house, and land feet first on the floor. I am in a small apartment, which looks very similar to a hobbit hole. My silver cord in hand, I walk to the fireplace to my left. Above the mantle is a portrait of myself, however I see 'me'. The silver cord pulsates in my hand as one of the images in the portrait resembles the body from which I left on the bed. The portrait is now empty, and the silver cord does nothing at all. The warmth of the fire has relaxed me beyond measure, and turning, I head to the hallway. Passing many rooms on the left and right, I come to the end of the corridor, with a scarlet red door to my front. On the door reads GROUNDING ROOM in large golden letters. Opening the door, I enter a dark cave, though there is enough light bouncing from unknown sources across the rocky pillars- enough to see a path leading towards the center. In the center of the cave is a glowing tuning fork. It is golden and sparkling like diamonds. I take my silver cord and wrap it tightly around the fork, which I know to be rooted in the core of Earth. Already I can feel the grounding energy pulling attention back into the heart center of everlasting peace. Satisfied, I lift off and up to the top of the cave. There is a domed opening there with a narrow tunnel leading straight back up through the Earth's crust, up through the floor and bed, and into the body writing this all down. Together again, I end this visualization, fully grounded in the healing depths of Mother Earth. ************************************************* Thanks for reading, and if anyone tries this method out, I'd love to read your journeys!!!

OK I finished the writing prompt. It's a bit over at 1226 words, but oh well! (Please see picture before reading) Devil's den It happened on family vacation. That summer we went camping in a large state forest in the lower hills of the Ozarks. I remember the powder blue Subaru we took up there; and playing rock-paper-scissors in the back seat with my younger brother to expel the boredom of such a long dive. He would always pick rock on the third go and I used this predictable behavior against him, typically for another handful of peanuts or M&M's. He was six and I, eleven, and being the nice big brother that I was, I sometimes picked scissors on the third try so he wouldn't starve to death. (Mom had packed lunches which we were to eat at the campsite, but dad missed a few turns and it was already passing 2 p.m.) By the time we arrived to the campsite, dad said he was too busy setting up the tents to eat, and mom said we could just save it all for dinner. Cole and I groaned in unison. "Here boys, have some crackers," she said, opening a package of peanut butter flavored. "And give your dad some, he's getting moody." Dad dropped his hammer on his toe while taking the snack and begged us boys to go and check on mom. "I have to PEE!" Cole yelled wildly, and bolted into the dense forest a few yards away from the site. Mom was unpacking clothes and dad… I didn't want to bother dad. I yelled out that I'd go after him, and they both waved me off in unison. I heard mom yell to be careful as I trotted off. The trees grew thick fast, but I could see Cole weaving in and out of them, looking for the right spot to relieve himself. "Watch your feet!" I called out, picking up speed. "Seriously, hang on! Wait for me! And Don't step on a snake!" My little brother had had already finished by the time I caught up, and I leaned against a nearby tree, huffing; hoping he hadn't marked it like a dog. Cole was a good kid. Quirky as hell, but good. At that age, he decided to randomly act like different animals, and that particular summer he was known to suddenly howl like a wolf, or walk on all fours like our dog, Bella. My parents found it funny, if not slightly obnoxious; but they never made him feel bad about it. I respected that as I grew older and wiser. "Look," he said, suddenly raising a finger towards something in the distance. I stepped closer and followed the point-- several hundred yards away the trees thinned out, revealing a large moss covered mound. "It looks like a cave," I said, with a hand over my eyes for better focus. We both walked toward it, slowly at first and then quicker. It was a cave. I could see the hollowed opening just around the corner, hidden by large glossy ferns. We ran to the opening and peered curiously inside. Cole let out a high howl and it echoed back at us from within the rocky depths. "Let's go in!" he said, eyes beaming with the prospect of adventure. "Oh, Cole, I don't know…" But ultimately we took a few steps in because we couldn't help ourselves. The ground was a bit slick, and I grabbed Cole's shirt as we trudged through. At first it seemed like just a short tunnel, but that suddenly opened up into a much larger room with a few other tunnels diverging. The light from the entrance did not reach far into the larger cavern, so I held up my smartphone's flashlight for a better view. "Ooooh--" said Cole, rubbing his hands together. "Which one do we go in first?" "We should actually be getting back…" I replied, when suddenly the tunnel on the right lit up from within. A crimson light danced across the wet rocky walls like a huge fire was blazing somewhere deep inside. Cole shot off toward it on all fours, howling with delight like an old dog on a new trail. I called after him, but naturally he pretended to ignore me because "dog's don't understand English." I bolted after him, but he was quick as lightning. This new tunnel was much longer, and winding; and the fire's glow bounced off the twisting walls with such intensity I was sure I'd come upon it with every bend. "Cole!" I screamed, exhausted and worried. "He's right here," came a sudden voice from deeper within. It's shrillness chilled the air, which had become increasingly warmer the farther I went. "Better come quick!" A shrieking laugh flew past me and echoed in the large cavern behind, and I ran faster, because it almost sounded like Cole. Suddenly the tunnel opened up and a roaring bonfire greeted me in the center of a much smaller cavern. Everything was quiet, except for the crackling of the large fire, and a strange noise which seemed to be coming from within-- a drumming sound, no... a heartbeat. It sounded as if the fire had a heartbeat. "Cole?" I managed to squeak out, nearly frozen in a dreadful fear I could not describe. "Come, come. Step into the light, child." said the shrill voice, which really didn't sound male or female, but like a blend of both. It seemed to be coming from behind the large bonfire towering over me. I don't know why, but I stepped forward. The light of the red fire enveloped me in a hot wave. I cried out for Cole, but he didn't answer. "Cole! Can you hear me?" The fire blazed and the frightening voice let out another bone-chilling cackle. "And… who do we have here? Not one, but two delicious snacks for my fire." "Cole?" I screamed out--"who's there? Cole?" "Yesss… Cole is here," the voice hissed. "Right here behind the fire with me. Oh, we would be so delighted if you will join us." "Mom!" I cried-- the only thing that came to mind. "I'm calling-- I'm calling mom…" I unlocked my phone with shaking fingers, and dialed as fast as I could. No reception. "Come closer, child," the voice said. "Closer child...closer...." I did step forward-- not from the bidding but with a sudden flash of courage. Just thinking of mom was what did it. Right then and there, in a split second before the great blazing fire, I promised her I'd bring him back. "Give me my brother!" I yelled out, defiantly. Another shrill cackle, and the great fire's heartbeat grew faster and louder. "And why… would I give you something you want...without getting something that I want in return?" "Just give me Cole, and I'll give you anything you want!" I yelled. "What do you want?" ******* It's been ten years since that day. Ten years. God, its really time, isn't it? Today, I'll drive back up there. I haven't been back since that awful day and Cole no longer remembers it. I did the right thing, I know it. When I get there, I'll find the cave and look for the fire. It said the fire will be there to guide me. And it will be there, the voice. Waiting. Ready to spend its wish. Because the only thing it said it wanted was-- "out." It said in ten years I would be ready. In ten years I could carry it out. It told me what would happen if I didn't return. If you find this letter, please tell Cole I love him. He was a good brother.

@Myioko thank you so much for the critiques!! my heart blazens with your words. I love the scene of Matt Smith Doctor descending the victorian staircase from the Tardis up in the clouds. In The Mistake-- yeah its confusing haha what happened was, it was MUCH longer, but the challenge was like 300 words so i had to really get creative -- the narrator was part of a group who rivaled with the black Vipers, mostly just practical jokes to bring necessary justice. One of their friends has a sister who is in the Black Vipers, and her loose tongue spilled the beans on a raid the Vipers planned on the supply pantry. (potions, crystals, etc.) So the protagonist had recently learned to open portals so he looked up an incantation to send the Black Vipers to the Artic for a practical joke. But he's not good at ancient alchemic language and accidently ends up sending everyone -the whole school- to the artic, except for himself (because in ancient alchemic language, the word for "black" just happens to be a very similar word phonetically to "everyone". Now he's roaming the empty halls searching for a spell to reverse it, but he's not good at the old language. So then he heads to a bigger city to find a scholar to help.

@ivankiss I was feeling like this for years since teenage or before. Had a really really bad experience in public school from 6th grade to graduation. Then suddenly I moved away to college and could make friends with ease, but then there was the emptiness I tried to fill with romantic relationships. Anyway, yes of course many many people experience this, it's similar to the kind of hole that people try and fill with dogmatic religion, with varying results. Emptiness. Incompleteness. A nostalgic sorrow. Loneliness. Even after years of self development and on this forum, much was healed (relatively speaking) but I still felt this. Lost. Free, yet still lost in my own nostalgic sorrow for something I once took for granted: a wellspring of inner joy. And then... Covid hit and I was off for thirty days. I was not lazy, and started like ten different projects. Started a website and also a community covid group on Facebook. Dabbled in so many things that I never had time for lately. And I discovered writing again after many years of ignoring. I found something, a spark, or whatever... something. ME (the only way I can describe it) I fell in love with myself, all over again. True love. Unconditional true love for myself, whoever I happen to be from time to time. And life has not let up AT ALL, but I still find peace in the storm because I fucking LOVE myself. I WANT to be alone. It's rather entertaining, and characters just pop up everywhere like magic. Alone does not equal lonely.

Heart does. Pull out what words you can, and our two hearts will meet in the middle and bask in the abstract together. No need to explain everything perfectly, it's not our heads that are listening ? (for example, when I said 'two hearts') EXPRESS YOURSELF!! maybe no one's listening, but the heart speaks volumes. To itself, through itself. @ivankiss