Astral Projection Above Homeland

It was amazing. I can always sense it when I am about to have an astral projection. Something tries to put me to sleep. I normally never feel ‘drowsy’ unless it is finally 6 in the morning after a long night of attempting to sleep, or if I had simply smoked too much of the infamous mystical herbs. So when there is something that suddenly makes me want to take a nap at a healthy time (last night was around 8p), I take advantage of it quickly and go to sleep. I’m not an insomniac but I just have a terrible biological clock. It takes forever to get fixed, but takes just one drunk night to screw it up all over again.
My body lifted. I first climbed over the balcony and swam in the sky it was as if I was watching Google map roll its pages under my eyes.. I was flying over to the Philippines without even knowing where I was going. It was night time during the whole dream. It took about 3 seconds to find myself over a familiar ground. I lowered down to find my village back in the Philippines but I was surely in the wrong area of land because I saw huts and fields; it was barely civilized. I glided as far as I could over the land but it was endless, taking me nowhere near places Manila-like.. But the energy of the area was very much the Philippines, I knew where I was at that point. I landed myself in one of the huts, which sort of looked like a restaurant. I was then joined by a friend, whom I assumed to be Rosie. We stepped into the small restaurant hut, and it had only one seating booth for two. I called for a waiter and asked what kind of food they served. The waiter laughed at me and told me this was a dormitory.. Then I looked over to the other side of the hut across from the booth, I realized that this hut was not a hut, it was a hut on a car! The driving wheels frightened me, and I began to think we were getting kidnapped! I told Rosie we should leave this strange hut-on-a-car as soon as possible. She laughed at me but followed me outside, reluctantly. The ‘waiter’ or the ‘dormitory parent’ continued to laugh almost viciously; he wore a cap with a long black tshirt and khaki shorts. I don’t know how I remember this so clearly, if only I could have remembered more significant parts clearer! We climbed over this hut-on-a-car to fly out again. I asked the dormitory parent which way McDonalds was because I was really hungry, he told me to head southwest. It’s interesting how he gave me an answer as if he knew what it was like to fly. Normally, Filipinos will not answer like a compass, they will give the most confusing and impossible directions. I also asked where Metro Manila was and he told me to go North. By this time, he wasn’t very nice to me anymore, seeing that we were leaving him.
I remember when climbing over to the rooftop, I told Rosie how the last time we were about to fly, I was the first one to climb over the roof and fly out. But this time, I was the second to go. I explained that being the second made me feel a little nervous, so she held my hand. She asked, “Where was McDonalds again?” I told her to go North.
As we flew over again, without a goodbye, I found myself jumping into the window of room 1205 at the 162 N State Residences (college dorm that I stayed at during my first year at SAIC). Is it possible that I had time traveled through Astral Projection? I knew the dream was coming to an end; I was in a rush for no good reason and things were becoming lucid. My roommate, Ceyda was not yet home. I flew over to the door to see anyone was out in the hallway, the lights were dim but everything seemed to be so normal. I think it was about dawn, and definitely felt so good to be back. I then flew over and decided to sleep right by Ceyda who was now tucked in her bed. She woke up in surprise and I told her I had just gotten back from the Philippines. I think she had also just gotten back from a drunk night; she told me how much Jared had pissed her off while watching a football game on his little TV (it really was the tiniest little TV screen I had ever seen). She seemed really upset so I responded, “Aw, Ceyda!” But it felt too good to be back in reality (which of course I wasn’t yet,) so I laughed out in relief. Ceyda then looked over to her window and tried to shut it, but it was stuck. She closed the curtain, but was in shock: “How did these oil pastel colors get on my curtain oh my gosh!” I knew it was my fault but I kept shut. I must have been flying around leaving colors behind as a trace? Who knows, but I somehow knew it was mine. Then I climbed out of the window as she got up to get a towel. As I was climbing out, I saw my toes smearing even more oil pastel colors on her curtain! Sorry Ceyda, hahahahahaha!
I’m glad I found my way back to my body safely. It was such a beautiful dream…. I want to fly again, and remember that great feeling, fighting gravity and communicating with the illusion of distance. I woke up at around 1AM, laid on my bed for about an hour trying to ingest all of what had just happened carefully. Every little body movement I made, made me forget or feel unclear of some details. I tried my best to keep my spiritual sensitivity as clear as possible until I was able to lay out a storyboard in my head, and quickly jotted down as much as I can in my dream book. What a great dream.

 

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Dream Update…

Recently, I’ve been experiencing way too many astral traveling dreams, that I can’t even take a short nap on the ground. Just this morning when I tried to stay in bed for an hour longer before work, I dreamed that I was on a buoy, swimming through a late night landscape in Hokkaido, Japan. The town looked darker than how I remember it. I looked for my grandparents house but I ended up at in front of my childhood friend’s house. I bounced off their house and landed on my cousin’s rooftop. I felt completely out of control but it was nice just relaxing on this watery sky/surface. No one was outside and I was all by myself in this weird night space. I soon got bored realizing there really is nothing to do, so I tried to get back into my physical world. I jumped out of the buoy, and saw a huge splash of water in the sky. Then I landed back on my bed in a blink, waking up and feeling as if I had wet hair. But of course, it wasn’t wet..
Another astral dream that I had was a strange one where I met a friend and had a very short conversation. I’m almost curious if that friend even remembers seeing me in that astral dimension, or is even aware of it. I came back into my body feeling like it was the most magical astral traveling I’ve ever dreamed of! When my guide told us I had to go, my friend held my hand and said, “hope you visit me again soon.” I’ll try my best to keep this promise until you remember that your mind has been traveling while you’re asleep!

 

Back On My Blogging Phase

My spiritual activities comes back and forth, and lately I’ve been the most un-spiritual. I try to think about it and love life the way I always do whenever I am able to dream. But I just can’t, then I realized maybe this is what my life would be like if I were never aware of the existence of life beyond time. My physical bores me so much. Lately, all my dreams have been lucid, where I would beg the characters to bring me back in because I am so bored of my waking life, and I still care about the events in my dream. So I’d sleep for over 12 hrs, simply living and breathing in my dream. (But really, on my bed.) But I allowed my dreams to be forgotten when I woke up from these lucid dreams, because I would reminisce about them as if they were really a part of my physical life. This gets even more depressing.
However, I really do have so much in my physical life to keep me content without dreaming. I notice that whenever I am spiritually active, I am overwhelmingly content about my physical life. While when I hit the unspiritual phase, I am unmotivated to do anything, I am forcing myself to do work/chores, I am a boring person craving for dreams. So then I find myself lost. Am I truly myself or am I just too much of a dreamer that I’ve lost myself? Many a times I would receive sudden flashbacks which I cannot recognize whether they were dreams or reality. This gets worse when those flashbacks involve small conversations and close friends. Some of these dreams even involve people who I don’t know but are friends of friends. Then soon, those friends of friends and I would actually meet and get to know each other, and the stories they tell me, I’d already have an idea or feel a certain familiarity towards the stories.
When I get into my un-spiritual phase, my spiritual sensitivity becomes so vague that I begin to question too much of the spiritual ability. Am I really feeling what I think I am feeling? This doubt got even stronger over the week when I found out that a friend, (actually, a pretty good friend who is almost like a brother to me) talked behind my back and ridiculed me for having these crazy beliefs to some of my friends. I should know I don’t need to stoop myself down to this physical level of arguments and offensiveness. What a waste of time, or waste of energy – but I guess I can’t help the fact that I am deeply affected. He is a good friend of mine after all. I don’t mind being made fun of for being a spiritual gypsy, I get that all the time. But I never thought he’d be the one to call me crazy.
Sometimes I also wonder why I have to be so overly sensitive. I wish I could just fully live my own life without thinking about what others would perceive of me. What he did to me made me realize just how shattering it is to be ridiculed for what one truly believes in and lives by. This is not my religion but it is what I do and experience.

 

Light The Skies

September 7, 6:55p

September 7, 7:13p

September 14, 6:42p (After a long, pouring day)

September 24, 6:03p

September 24, 7:17p

View from my Balcony every sunset, Enjoy.
PS. No editting, whatsoever.The sky is much more beautiful than what you see in these pixel skies.

 

Not Much To Write About..

I’m chewing on ice again, (my favorite kind) from Argotea. Their Mojitea with sparkling water is the best! Truly is. Anyway, I overslept today but not intentionally, I was really being dragged back into the dream world this morning. I dreamed of getting shot with a riffle on the back of my head while staring at a baby screaming and crying for fear! What a dreadful dream. The atmosphere was bizarre, with a bunch of neon colors and striking reds and yellows. The baby was getting chased by a mad man who kept trying to shoot the baby. The baby luckily missed every shot until the man stranded the baby in the corner of such a groundless environment. As if the corner just popped out of nowhere from the bundle of colors. That was when I quickly stopped watching it all happen, and involved myself into the dream world. I jumped right in front of the gun and hugged the baby, facing back to the mad man. I knew I was getting shot but I wasn’t very fearful. I was more preoccupied by the thought of saving this baby. The baby’s eyes grew bigger as the gun shot towards me. I saw tears like graphic illustration, goozing out of the baby’s eyes in big droplets. I smiled at him and told him I loved him and I began to cry. Then I must’ve been shot after that, I blacked out and woke up back in this world. As if I had just finished a mission, I felt like I had my next mission to accomplish, this time in this reality. I quickly got up but I must’ve fallen back asleep again. I was constantly distracted by the thought of having work at 2pm today. I kept waking up and imagining my clock saying it was already 3 o’clock. But anyway, this time I dreamed of my kitchen back in the Philippines. I was able to recognize after I woke up that the people I met in this dream were actual spirits that live in the house perhaps. They were extremely cheerful and exciting. We decided to order some Vietnamese food, and they ordered the spiciest noodles on the menu. While they were eating them, they kept laughing at themselves for eating such spicy food but soon they were dripping blood. The sweat had turned red from the flaming flavor. This I did not find strange until I’d woken up. I told them they shouldn’t have ordered such spicy food, but they insisted that they liked what they were eating. Strange.. Very strange..
So about work…… Hmm. I waited at our meeting point for about an hour listening to Disc A of In Search of the Sunrise by Tiesto (of course!!!!!!) but my boss never arrived. So I gave her a call and she told me she was on her way and to tell everyone to stick in one place. But the problem was no one was there. No one ever came after that. So I did my usual, Fuck This and walked over to Urban Outfitters for some stupid girl shopping. At least I got myself a new top?

 

Who Could This Be…!

The day of her arrival, (August 15) I did nothing but sit in front of my Bose and trip out to crazy music, getting my spiritual sense stronger than ever. Once it had struck the clock about an hour before her arrival, I quickly got myself ready and headed for Midway with the music still trapped in my head through my headphones. It was an incredible day, I couldn’t believe this dream state was as real as reality- I couldn’t believe a dream had transcended so clearly into my reality. I waited for about maybe half an hour for her and her mother to walk out of the arrival lane but the instant they appeared, I ran and gave her a hug before she had even noticed it. She was completely freaked by the first welcoming in Chicago – an unknown identity’s rapid hug without even a vision of him/her running towards her! I was so, so ecstatic! The first night was a dinner at VTK, possibly my favorite Thai Restaurant. The Wongs were so glad to have some Asian Food after a couple of nights in San Francisco where they ate burgers and steaks everyday. Asians can never survive without a piece of rice, this is true.

Lots of interesting things besides the usual Vin and Kookoo’s crazy spiritual experiences. Vin’s mom met up with her old high school friend and it had been decades since they’d last seen each other. The friend was of course shocked to hear Mrs. Wong had a daughter now going off to college, and with the youngest (and the cutest) son being 12. But what shocked Mrs. Wong about the friend was that she was dating a boyfriend who she won’t even permit to borrow her keys to her house. They live seperately, and she plans to stay that way for another long time. Only women like her are lucky enough to find such a convenient boyfriend. Although it’s nice to have a part time ‘husband’, I’d rather be married by 40. But this friend was a funny woman; especially when she questioned Mrs. Wong about her suggestion of taking a Taxi. Mrs. Wong also visited my apartment and I was just so relieved to hear (because she’s my interior design idol) that she liked my place! Hahahaha, except for the fact that she saw our cigarette buds but besides that, I’m very glad!
Vin and I met up with an old high school friend, Rob for lunch at a really good Chinese restaurant downtown. Then we headed to Ghirardelli and Hershey’s! They had this cute machine at Hershey’s where we take a picture and it gets printed to become a huge Hershey’s bar with that photo on it! It also allowed us to write a caption so we put “Universe” (we never get rid of the nerdy spirit). It’s adorable, I still have it kept safely in my fridge. Then across from Hershey’s at Ghirardelli’s, we had 2 big parfaits. They were both so, so delicious but super filling!
That same night, we visited Elliot’s new place, which was really really really gorgeous and with the best(!!!) view from his balcony. We had some wine then headed to the lake, my favorite spot and hopefully Vin’s too. We had more wine by the lake with some good conversation, then I had to pee like a horse so we headed back to Elliot’s place. I was really happy because Vin finally had the chance to have some real Chicago’s deep dish pizza that night, which she loved! Good conversation, calm energy and Family Guy! The day of her departure came around so quickly, the whole visit really did give me an after effect of a good, long dream. But I like it that way, it made everything much more memorable, magical and amazing.
This morning I had a dream about Malvina and I at a beautiful apartment by the beach, and we flew a helicopter out from the balcony like the air force show. What was most real about this dream was the turbulence even after the dream was done. Before I end this entry, I want to write down something Vin pointed out during our philosophical balcony nights. It was one of the greatest thoughts I’ve heard in a very long time. “Do you have any change?” “Spare change?” These questions on the street, the plastic cups and cardboard signs – of course, when we feel hopeless and helpless, there is not enough in us to stand back up and we tend to ask our peers. For those homeless people in the city, it could be a subconscious desire in them, that they want change in their lives. But a coin will not help, a residential shelter will help for the present but not permanently in their lives. What would help, is asking themselves for change – a change in their lives. All human beings are born with innate source of love. We can, if we dig hard enough and long enough, seek out the positivity that sleeps under all the negativity that suppresses the positive. Love is everywhere still, not by asking, but in us, enough to make each of us content in this simple yet ironical and complicated reality.
Some photos…