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@zeroISinfinity @seeking_brilliance Why bother about sex in astral if you can do it normally? You don´t need to be a Master for this. On the other hand you can experience the most phantastic and marvellous things which are possible only on the metaphysical levels. Why not to train and achieve mastery there?

Always these accusations. Why cannot 3rd world take responsibility and accept the truth: in the 1st place third world is exploited by OWN corrupted governments and not by the enemies OUTSIDE.

When I was a child I had 2 alarm clocks because the morning sleep is the sweetest sleep. The main alarm clock had a rocket motor. Not only he made the most strange and penetrating noises, he fiercely jumped throughout my desk and fell at the end continuing noisy shivering on the floor. Then the other one joined. I woke up but stayed for a while in bed. And then very often I began to dream that I get up, put on my clothes, wash my face, go into the kitchen, have my breakfast and then just before leaving for the shool I wake up again. It was so strange every time, because it was so real.

Hello from Russia, can you give an example? I don´t understand, how spending money on myself should make the world the better place?

@Hello from Russia $20k per month in yourself??? It means I have to do shopping almost all the time! I am too lazy for this. If I had millions on my account I would lay on sofa, read books and drink tea, and do yoga inbetween much more than I do presently. I would probably desocialize completely. So maybe it´s ok that I have to earn my living - I don´t loose contact to other people, to the outside world. Monday will come and with it all the voices in my headset.

This is exactly what I dreamed many times some years ago (if you are inerested know). Me and my husband looking for a house to buy. It was actually one we've looked at before in a previous dream, and I always love when I can revisit dream locations. The house was really run down. It was always rather big house (I wondered every time in my dream, why to buy such a big house) in the middle of nowhere. A big house with a lot of bedrooms. I went from one bedroom to another, till I noticed a creepy presence of ghosts and then I left. Sometimes there was also another type of house in my dreams repeatedly. A house that somehow already belonged to my or to somebody who belonged to me. It was a rather small house at the end of the street, the last one. With a round living room. Wooden walls and a window which was overlooking some kind of water: a pond, a lake, a river.

Tell this the people of Hongkong..

@seeking_brilliance 3rd eye? And the 4th one for the symmetry!

Maybe it´s because you sceretly wish a tatoo for yourself? Why not to make a beautiful one on the source of your intuition? I judge the dog owners. Why do they bring these terrible beasts with big teeth and course voice into proximity of peolple, especialy the peaceful ones like me? The dogs are for me the very ifea of aggression. Aggression for the sake of aggression.

Because it´s against the Zeitgeist. Our world is getting interconnected as it has never been before. This is where the development goes to with all the advantages and disadvantages, whether we want it or not. THe best thing to do is to direct this flow into the right channel and not try to stop it. It won´t work in the same way as you cannot return into the past. The more resistance the more proplems.

@Vision Where do you think he should move to? Something Scandinavian? Norway? Denmark?

I dreamt, I was in my native city. I was trying to take a bus. But there was a crowd of people and they all were in a hurry. A bus driver too. All of them were so hectic and earnest. I thought: It´s not so important for me to take this bus as it seems for them. I´ll walk! It was a pleasant southern summer evening with a pink sky above me. I´ll walk the main street up to the university as I did a lot of times, when I was young, and try to enjoy the walk as I did back then. So I walked the street. It was empty: no people, no traffic. Simultaneously I took part at the online meeting at work. They were discussing the old time, the knights and such stuff. Suddenly my boss asked me, what was my opinion on Lancerot, was he real? - I think so, the name sounds familiar to me. But it was so long ago that I learned history. I cannot be quite sure. I was a little unnerved: why don´t they ask me something that is more relevant for our work, these management-freaks? I registered once more, that the street was empty and it was getting darker. Suddenly it struck me: Curfew! That´s why they all were in hurry and so earnest. It was crazy of me to think about enjoying the walk at this time at this city! I still had time till 22:00 o´clock, but there were no buses around to take. I walked quicker. What if I meet a soldier, a warrior? They should be everywhere here. They´ll see at my face, how much I hate them and they won´t like me either. You don’t want somebody with a gun not to like you, do you? I was overwhelmed by panic. This panic caused the space to bend. I saw from above, how the parallel streets meet in one point. In the point where I was. I looked around and I saw no city any more. I saw everywhere the heaps of black soil (or coal?) with the ponds in between. It was like a maze. I could only walk on the narrow strings of soil (or coal) between the multiple water ponds. Without any direction. Later I was standing in front of a wide river, which flows through my other native city. Somebody told me, that the water is retreating, the river is not as wide as it used to be. So what, - I thought, - it is still wider than it used to be, before the water power plant was built.

Sometimes I had the same dreams as my daughter, not exactly the same but they consisted of the same elements. For example I dreamt about motorcyclist and she too. But this motorcyclist did different things in our dreams. How did I notice it? I dreamt sometimes that I play with her friends - small children So I began to ask her what she dreamt about. But now it´s over, she is big and won´t tell me.

Today I hadn´t to recall to recall my dream. It came up effortlessly. It was still boring about the work and the colleagues. But! There were colors in it and some beautiful scenes. Poplar fluffs flying against the window of accounting department. The accountants were as pleased as me with the view. Someone´s voice told me: They are not the accountants, they are the book keepers. Was this nagging an awkward birth of a guide?

Since I wasn´t in the hurry today in the morning I took time to stay in the bed and try to recall my dreams. Now I know, why I´m not remembering them. There is nothing special to remember. In the 1st episode I was trying to integrate 2 new buttons into a program. I tried hard and long and waisted a lot of my dreming energy but of course never succeded, because you cannot integrate hardware into a software. (Yesterday evening I watched Leo´s video about structure and content). In the next episode my colleague tried to persuade me not to travel through Aserbaidshan. I didn´t quite catch her reasons. But it has something to do with the narrow mountain roads and climate. - Is it too cold? - I asked her - Oh no! - Is it too cold in the night and too hot in the daytime? - Oh no, no! Then it is too hot all the time, - I decided for myself without asking her. I didn´t want to get into the situation of the 1st episode. That´s all! No mystical worlds, no entertaining guides..

@machinegun Karma is not about rewarding the good and punishing the bad. Karma is about cause and effect on different levels: individual, collective, physical, metaphysical and so on, which are all interconnected with each other in a very complicated way, which is difficult to track down. And which is impossible to track down for somebody whom you know only from Wikipedia. A lot of dimensions and interactions get lost for you. When I observe people and events around me, I don´t see any irregularities or something illogical. But I am speaking really about the 1st circle, not the friends of the friends and not about Gengis Kahn and his victims

Now I understand what you mean, I didn´t at first. You are describing a dream! It´s the same for me in a dream. Shapes, colours, movements.. they say the same things which I would say (even the guides), have the same sense of humour.. Apart of the 3-dimensional dreams where another person is present, a person which has the same dream. But even in these dreams this another person is about 30% me. But in the reality, when I don´t sleep. I don´t perceive other people to be me. Not at all. I may feel very close to someone but it´s not the same.

I had a very vivid about my friend a month or so ago. I need to tell her story at first. She is one of the most intelligent and sensitive people I´ve ever met. But she is prone to all kind of addictions. When I learned her she was addicted to knowledge and made plans for Harvard. Later on she fell in love and became addicted to a boyfriend. And to sex. She tried a cigarette and became a chain-smoker. Alcohol has become a daily routine. The drugs was a matter of time. Last time I saw her, it was about 12 years ago, she was clean for a year after treatment of psychosis and drug addiction in a hospital. Shortly afterwards she married an Italian and moved to Rome. From our common friends I heard, that she divorced and moved to Mallorca, where she worked as entertainer and was again on drugs. It was the last thing I heard about her some 8 years ago. Once during our conversation she told, that it seemed to her that she took a pleasure in destroying herself and she could do nothing about it. And here is a dream I dreamt, she lived now in USA and I was visiting her with my parents. We were on the airplane and then at her place, she wasn´t at home. Her flat was small – just kitchen and the living room, bit it was somehow absolutely perfect. Every single piece of furniture, every subtle tint of color were matching perfectly. Everything was just in its place. Since she wasn´t at home we went for a walk. It was a small cozy town situated around a lake which was a center of everything. The citizens of the town were very relaxed, they walked around the lake or skated on the surface of lake, though it was warm and there was no ice. After we´ve passed the lake, we discovered, that the town is on the hill. An ocean came into view. Dark blue waters underneath of juicy green slope covered with fir trees. We returned into the flat and shortly afterwards my friend came. She had wet hairs and a towel around her body: - Oh, I´m just coming from the beach, 2 bus stops from here. Normally she would give a hug and ask a lot of question, but this time she was relaxed and detached. She went into the kitchen to prepare a dinner. The door remained open. A little boy came into the corridor and stammered: Irina, Irina (it´s her name). - Here is a child for you! I shouted into the kitchen. She came out and hugged the boy. His mother arrived, all apologetic: - Sorry, but he escaped again, I haven´t noticed And off was she with a little boy. My first thought after awakening “It was a paradise”. Because this place was not just beautiful it was perfect in every single aspect.

@seeking_brilliance Beautiful journal and music. I like it. It´s interesting how you terrorise your dream characters with the fact that they are just your creation No wonder, you get no guides

James 123, What you are telling about refers to a pretty advanced state of mind. How it should be according to the teachings and gurus and so on.. And what I am telling you, is how it is. I think there are 2 layers. One is so called reality: people and events. Where I am pretty aware that they are just my thoughts, an illusion. Since they are not present. Only in form of the thought. The 2nd layer is the thought itself. I am not aware of its illusionary nature. Since it is present. Always.

Good question. At the same place where everything else is. Because everything else exists only in my thought.

I still do a little bit of yoga a little bit of meditation. Maybe I should increase. I´ll try to meditate every day. Lazy me... Awareness check. I am not sure that I need it. When I am dreaming I´m always aware, that it´s a dream. It´s not a problem, a problem is that I am not dreaming. Smoke pot. Never tried any of drugs. Maybe it´s a prejudice, but I don´t like even the idea of them. I don´t know anybody who has become enlightened by them, I don´t mean the ocasional glimpses but steady and clear state of enlightenment. Well, Leo seems to be an exception. But! I know enough people who ruined or even killed themselves by drugs. Generally I learned to appreciate the clear state of mind. I don´t even like alcohol. Even if I would change my mind and try cannabis, I have no idea, where to take it from. It´s illegal in my country. I think, I am beginning to understnd the idea of drugs. All the teachings are useless, if you don´t experience at least once this special state of consciousness. Nothingness, Existence, God are beyond imagination, they must be seen. But drugs won´t help you to make enlightenment steady, your normal state of consciousness, won´t they?

I don´t even need to think a thought. They are just there - the whole set of them, waiting for their turn. This is how I know that there is such thing as thought - I perceive there presence. What you presumably mean is that there is no such thing as me - my self. But as long as there is my self there are also thoughts. At least a certain type of them. Now I see, thought is not equal thought... I think

Some thoughts are playfull, the others - not. Most of them not. Why shoul ocean bother, wheter I turned off the iron or not, for example

Earlier I felt often that there was much more there than I can remember. The dreams which I could remeber were very distinct and vivid. But I felt like they were just 5-10% of what I ´m dreaming. Sometimes it was even a little weird - the feeling that there is somewhere another life and something important might happen there and I cannot remember. But now it feels like I no longer dream. THough I read that all people dream but forget.