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12.19.2012

Akashic Records and Deep State Meditation (Note)

Spoiler for Personal notes:

I'm getting better with meditation, but I still need to improve on staying up straight. I don't make it a priority, but I just want to make sure I'm positioned in a comfortable position.

I want to consider meditating while resting on the bed, but that's an challenge simple because the awareness and willpower has to be augmented.

This is why I prefer the Indian style pose, or half or quarter lotus pose while meditating.

I'm definitely positive why I want to understand the concept behind the Akashic Records, and use them as a progressive base for improvement, seeing probabilities that I can take to the best of my abilities, and seek nothing ambition in making sure these possibilities are things that will benefit me.

I also realized that I'm still attached to a few things before I can even meditate. I realized that I tried helping too many people who continue to take advantage of my help. It's about waking life, not on Dream Views.

People are so amazing, wanting help, but not understanding how to actually appreciate the methods in which they receive it. Took passive in their thoughts, one moment they're so happy of the advice you suggested to them, and the keyword being SUGGESTED, not forced.

There's no point giving "advice" if you shove it down people's throat. I admit that I did that a few times with a few people, but that's only because I cared about them, or at least thought I did.

The important thing here when learning about Akashic Records is that I need to eradicate what people think about it. I know it's not a literal place you go to, but rather a frequency you align yourself into. If people don't believe in that, by all means, don't believe in it.

It's all for a high level of awareness of what one can do in their life and the steps they can take to understanding the outcomes that are most likely to occur if they partake in a specific action.

It's your life if you don't want to experiment with something like this, I shouldn't be responsible for your fate, and I shouldn't be interested in your life or your fate. The only thing that I can be sure of is my own fate, and that this is merely an experience for growth of knowledge, love, and much more.

The more I constrain myself with people I thought I respected and saw as people to look up to, the less likely I'll meditate with confidence.

People are absolutely entitled to their own beliefs, and I should just accept that. Some people change, some people remain conservative and blinded and ignorant because they are afraid of trying something new.

People who don't take failure so seriously and make it something negative that should be avoided at all costs are, in my opinion, just too afraid for change.

Ultimately, it's the simple fact that we can't conceptualize or understand something as abstract as the Akashic Records, or anything that sounds absurd at first glance.

Sadly, the only thing that would make it enticing if it's apparent that the person they think is absurd for believing in such things actually makes huge benefits from it.

Money Money Money Money....god people are so bothered with it that it's sickening. I admit money is necessary to get the rudiments of life established, but when you go into this indulgence where money only matters, just what are you?

I just need to realize that people are going to say a lot of things are crazy, and the more I consider their thoughts without doing the ambition through my own eyes, or...behind my eyes and into my mind, the less likely I'll succeed.

I'm sick and tired of my generosity towards others that I'm making slow by gradual progress in dissociating that with tulapforging, another concept people love spewing horseshit about and making it bad.

If you don't take the time to understand why people believe a certain concept, don't assume so much that it makes you look silly and completely lazy to learn.

There are many things that are crazy, but it's only because the concept is not understood in a practical way where it can consistently benefit yourself or society as a whole.

12.19.2012

Itachi Uchiha and Youtube (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that I'm posting a video on YouTube involving Itachi Uchiha coughing up blood as he's using the last ounce of his power to summon this Susanoo.

It's not the dark orange color like in the anime, it has more red into it, and it looks quite scary as Itachi has blood dripping from his mouth and his eyes completely blank.

12.18.2012

Organic Chemistry Teacher (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting down in a classroom of my old Organic Chemistry I teacher, and she's being awfully mean to everyone.

She's probably stating some things to scare others about how exam results will turn out.

She's wearing a red blouse with a fairly huge V-neck shaped design starting from her neck until midway from exposing her cleavage.

_________________________

12.18.2012

I met Obama There (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I just remember mentioning to someone that I met President Obama at some Kitty place, when it all actuality, it was a place near my University.

I was so engrossed with the idea that this place was "Kitty" something something (can't remember the name) that I started to see Obama himself.

But not exactly, just a person wearing a large mask of him. I shake his hand, assuming it's President Obama, and then I tried to be neutral in my comment.

By that, I merely tried to play both sides, Democratic and Republican and simply said what the two sides would say individually towards one side.

Obama responds in confusion,

"Okaaaaaaaaaaay...."

And I leave.

There was a long series of dreams but from what point I remember it from, i'm in a red sports car (not very popular or attractive looking but it can drive fast) with my mum and there is an old lady driving the car. She was blonde and she was at the age where her hair can still be colored and she still isn't extremely old that she can't do much. She was driving the car and she was a speed demon. We were going downhill and were a good distance behind the car infront of us and she accelerates as fast as she can to make the car infront of us get scared and drive faster. Somehow, me and my mum end up driving on a beach in a school bus. She is driving and shes driving on a slanted hill. I tell her the center of gravity isn't right for what angle the bus is at and that we might flip. My mum and I are in the waves and this is a beach from back at my hometown (New Zealand) I was being pulled out rapidly and my mum grabbed onto me to save me from being pulled out into the sea and being drowned. My mum is gone and I am being aimlessly swayed by the waves (recurring dream). Waves are coming from the normal direction of the sea, but they are also coming at me from the land. So the waves were crashing into me from opposite directions. After this happens, I end up being on the beach and I see my ex girlfriend Blair. (I still really miss her in real life, and still have feeling for her. We don't talk anymore and, ive always wanted to start talking to her again). At this point I become aware of what i'm doing but im not necessarily lucid. I go looking for her because she dissappeared from the sprawl of people on the beach. I go more inland and reach into the bottem of my endless bag I usually have in my dreams but failed to find her in there. I find a house that is more like a cave with a door. I knock at the door. The door is really short and I have to crouch to look in. A cute woman greets me and we had a very simple conversation although I couldnt remember it. I am then woken up from my grandma.

-frag
Im in this temple thingy. I remember having sex multiple times with this girl i know from my highschool in real life.

Ask Her (LUCID)

The party is happening at an indoor swimming pool. The building is three stories tall, and most people are hanging out on the balconies of the upper two stories, overlooking the pool. There are all sorts of staircases to climb and all kinds of ropes and structural supports hanging around the ceiling, so I'm having a blast swinging around the room and over the pool doing flips and leaps.

While I'm taking a break from this, walking down one of the upper balconies, a portly, bearded man falls in next to me.

"You were doing pretty well out there with all those flips," he says.

"Yeah, because--" Suddenly I remember that such acrobatics are a dead giveaway that I'm dreaming. I give the man a sideways look. I bet you anything he asked me that question just to make me realize that. "Because gravity doesn't work the same here, because I'm dreaming. I bet the other dream characters are pretty mad at you right now." (Everyone knows that dream characters are in general opposed to the dreamer's becoming lucid.) I'm proud of myself for remembering the phrase "dream characters."

The man chuckles. "Yes, I suppose they are."

We walk a few steps while I ruminate on the favor he's done me. "You know, I come to this pool almost every night," I say. "But I've never realized before that it's a dream. So thank you."

We go our separate ways. I do some more acrobatics. [I lose most of my lucidity almost right away, probably because I was determined just to go with the flow so the dream didn't fade away.] At one point I dive towards the water, only to pull out of it at the last moment using a breast stroke. I'd forgotten how useful the breast stroke is for flying.

Later, I'm talking to a group of friends on a balcony. They seem to think I have a crush on one of the girls here, someone named "Anna." I don't even know what she looks like, but they're all determined that I should talk to her. "You should ask her," they say. "Just ask her!" I leave for a little while. When I come back, I see a kinda cute girl standing a few feet away from my friends, though a lot of people have left the balcony since last I was here.

"Is that Anna?" I ask.

"What?" says the girl I'm talking to, glancing in the direction I'm indicating. "No, that's not her. Anna's younger than that."

Younger? So she's in high school? Why would they think I have a crush on a high school girl? Weird. Well, at least I proved that I actually don't know who she is. It occurs to me, though, that this might just be how I start relationships: I have to wait for the girl's friends to insist that I ask her out. That's a depressing thought.

I walk back to a staircase, where another group of friends invites me to play a game. A girl produces several two-inch lengths of floss, which are flavored with a randomly-generated flavor. We each have to take one and try to describe what it tastes like. I am very impressed that she's somehow discovered how to encode a randomly-generated flavor in a little piece of string. "You all keep complimenting me on my acrobatics, but this"--I say, holding out my piece of floss--"is really much more impressive." Then we all put the floss in our mouths and spend a few minutes sucking. I'm having a bit of trouble with mine, because seemingly the flavor's not very strong. The people to my right start writing down their impressions, and finally, they ask me what I think.

"You know, I think mine is just . . . lemon." I was certainly not expecting to get such an ordinary flavor, which is probably why I had such a hard time identifying it.

"Oh, so you mean it was boring," my friends say, commiserating.

I wait a bit for the next round to start, but it looks like that will take a while. I make my apologies to the girl hosting the game and depart. I explore some back staircases, which are deserted except for me. It takes some effort to climb all the way to the top, so I'm pleasantly surprised to find that the last half-staircase (from the landing between the second and third floors to the third floor) is only two steps long.

I walk out into the hall. I hear some noises from a bathroom, and a janitor comes out with cleaning supplies. Awkward.

[I have no recollection of having visited this pool before. But I suppose my dream-self would know better than I about something like that.]

Frags:

• I'm singing an improvised melody, trying to incorporate some fast scales as a unifying motive. One of the scales works really well, ending up on the right note at just the right time. But the next one is rather less smooth, and I stop my improvisation with a rueful grin and an apology to my listeners.
• A man suddenly stops talking to do a strange pose: some kind of contorted lunge. While posing, he's a naked woman.

well its been a while since I posted here ,but I found this dream interesting.
Started out non lucid went lucid later

with some friends a girl tries on a wedding dress and we go sneak onto a runway and act as if we are the missing models , I leave then crashing with a room full of pets cats sneaking through a window(this is where I became lucid when I was younger my brother used to sneak my cats through the exact window in my dream so I could cuddle with the outside cats when I was sick so I realized I was dreaming) now aware I decided to wander around this dream world . i had not been here yet. it was a new place I walked into a room and some people asked me to hurry up and get to the table .I was in a fancy dress and it was an etiqutte class learning how to speak properly and eat properly when all of a sudden a coyote comes in everyone is in terror. So I grabbed him by his mouth stuck my hand right in there so he could not bite me or anyone but I could feel his teeth ,I let out a growl that was unhuman and walked the coyote out the door everyone cheered I walked outside to a free clinic for a rabies shot but they handed me flavored paper with vacine on it and a coyote came to this clinic again I chased it out with a non human growl .. I woke up

I think I dreamed that zombies were somewhere. I remember the front door to a house I was at didn't have locks. I was going to ask a friend of mine if he had locks for the door...

I think I dreamed this due to what I watched on tv last night. I watched Zombie Apocalypse and a show on the Mayan calendar.

I cant really recall a lot of this dream, because I woke up and thought I didn't have a dream until I remember this after getting off the phone with whoever it was that woke me.

I am in bed, in a different style apartment then the one I live in. Everything is slick and black, reminds me of one of those example apartments you get shown when renting. (although they never actually look that nice) There is a short little statute with glowing red eyes sitting on the counter in the kitchen. A friend of mine is there, I never actually see his face, but I know it is a guy and he is familiar to me. He stands next to the statue all night and just stares at it. The next morning a cooking show is going on in the kitchen. The woman who is teaching it is a blonde I had never seen before. She is running around the kitchen cooking what I believe to be some kind of roast bird. The friend is now following her every command, and paying the statue no mind. Taking it upon myself to destroy the statue, I grab it and smash it on the ground. Inside is a cooking thermometer. The ones that you stick in your meat to tell what the internal temperature is. She grabs it and then try's to stab me with the thermometer...Now I am on a balcony of sorts, one side has slides going down a couple floors and you can see kids playing. The other side has glass doors leading into someones home. I have no clue where I am or any of the people surrounding me. In my hand is a rather tall slender bag of weed. This should have signaled a dream, because I have never smoked weed. I then go on to tell the people around me how I miss smoking. (I recently quit smoking cigarettes and fell of the wagon two days ago) They tell me to be quiet because people can hear me. A group of kids comes up to us and begins trying to buy the weed. I tell them I will give them my contact information and I will call them at an appropriate time. I take out my iphone, but the UI is completely different, it doesn't look like my iphone at all. There are no apps, and there is this scrolly bar at the top that keeps telling me I am late for a meeting. (Also should have noticed this was a dream at this point as well) I give the kids a wrong number which is very similar to my real number. The group of people I was with go and sit back down and then I wake up.

Dream 1: Our Old House. My Younger Brother is very bad with our mother just because of his wife. He called someone at home to Insult my mother. That new person was insulting my mother and when I listen voice that insult. I came out from room to yard and start insulting that person that you cant talk to my mother like that. And that situation was very emotional.

In my dream my mom mentioned to me and my sister Chris how she had seen the youtube video of us going down a zipline. She liked it and found it humorous. She didn't have to show the video to me, since my mind went into re-play of the event in a de-ja vu dream. It turns out it was actually a previous dream I had of my sister and I going down a zipline in a large park by a river. My sister was screaming most the way down, and I gave a few good yells just for effect as well.

Now when I originally had this dream it was in the first person view, but now I seen it from 3rd person and from different camera angles. I wasn't aware of the park cameras that were recording us in order to put us on youtube, lol. I think the original dream was much earlier in the night where I would not have remembered it except for the recall granted by the re-play of it.

Lucid:
I go to bed at 22.00 pm with an extra strong melatonin supplement and an aspirin (500 mg). I ran 3 miles that evening like always. I take a Temazepam (20 mg) at 23.00 pm.

I walk around town, I see a car. For some odd reason I feel I need to check reality. So I look at my fingers, and see, I have 6! I stabilize, because I used to forget stabilizing a lot and I would wake up or have a very weak dream. I decide I want to go to the moon, so I do that. It is very dark there and it gives me the creeps, so instead I decide I want to go somewhere serene, perhaps a nice field with some water. I try to make a scenery, but fail the first time. It is a boring, cold, wet little park in the middle of town. I try again, and there it is, a beautiful place, with flowers and a river flowing gently through it. It is warm and nice, a perfect place to meditate. I decide to meditate, and for some reason my body flies up in the air while I am lying down. I decide that it's normal, because I am dreaming and these things happen in even the most stable dreams. I keep meditating for a while because I was tired, even too tired to do much while SLEEPING, I know it sounds odd, and I also thought it was kinda weird to be honest. I decide I want to take a walk, at the time I felt the lucidity slipping and my control getting even shakier than it was before. For some odd reason there is an ugly, rusty, old, blue car standing in my scenery. I want to get rid of it because it is ugly. I try to make it disappear, but I only succeed in cramming it into a sort of wrinkled lump of iron. I get frustrated and feel the vividity slipping FAST now, I try to stabilize, but it is too late.
I wake up. It is 5.30 am.

Non-lucid:
I'm standing in line for a doctor's appointment with my friend/sort-of-complicated-person. The assistant at the desk picks up a strange looking, khaki trench coat and a grey scarf, and says they used to belong to Hitler. My friend puts it on and it changes colour to red and becomes longer. I say he looks like a vampire and that it looks cool. Never once do I find the situation odd in any way.
My alarm goes off and I wake up. It is 7.00 am.

Snippet:
Something about being pregnant and trying to get an abortion, but the fetus surviving. Presumingly right before waking or just after falling asleep.

Comments:
The dream that turned lucid was surprisingly normal, almost exactly like real life. The non-lucid dreams were much weirder and more random.

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I took a woman out for a date. RF and another person (a woman) suggested a place. I found the place too pricey. We changed to KFC. There were meals that costs over P400. I had to clarify if that was for two or just for one. Then I realized I left my wallet in a different pair of pants. I whispered to her the dilemma and she seemed displeased.

The waiter was planning something nasty, so I threatened him, creating the illusion of heat (or cold?) in his balls and eyes if he ever tries to do his misdeed.

I am walking with RF and V in Quiapo. V looks a lot thinner. Afternoon. I have to get stuff, but it was too late. I remember I should get AM's Smartbro. I thought with panic "That was today?!" I told RF I have to go back. It's already night. I didn't want to go back and forth with the pieces of paper, so I left it with him, grateful that he took it.

Going back, I needed to take a tricycle. Gg was already there, and we live near each other anyway. The driver does not seem to want to move. Gg was singing to get him to drive, I think. No go, so we took a jeep. I was worried the driver of this one won't hurry either.

We were going downstairs. By "we" means me and some person. It seems to go underground. Then I'm in a mansion with some people. There's an old guy who looks European, and one who seems to be the husband or partner of the woman I was dating. He doesn't seem offended, but I think he was the one who sent the "assassin" waiter, but I sensed it's all in the past now. I keep walking around the 'circle' in the mansion, hoping to go up a set of stairs, but I ended up walking on the tables. I was reprimanded, and I apologized for not noticing I was already walking on tables. I jumped down and looked for the stairs.

Shooting another film - John Cameron Mitchell's new one. Subject matter was sex and heroin. I was supposed to shoot up for real. But the other actor changed the scene so that I didn't have to. He "saved" me. Why would I have done that in the first place? My parents were there. Very Strange.

Perhaps it is indicative of desires I may have if there were no consequences. Something to think about.

I have been dreaming for sometime, a battle with a swordsman and a bikini clad cowgirl (like from DOA) have made that very clear. I am walking down a street, a little girl dressed in dark blue komino is walking beside me. I say something to her and she vanishes. Walking up to a building I see two guards. One suddenly raises a hand towards me as in a stop motion, I cut him down, the other is stabbed through the chest from behind. The little girl walks out the door. We do not go inside though. I continue walking down the street and am directed by a guard down a side path. I am told that the most powerful swords are made from the special red and brown nuts found in this forest. There is said to be a legendary green nut that grows deep underground that is said to make the most powerful swords. I begin to go into this cave alone. The girl will not follow me, I have the strangest feeling she is family. Walking deeper into the cave, I notice weird spike like roots growing from the ceiling. Walking further a voice speaks, enter the mole man. As I continue on the voice tells me, "Go back, no one shall have the sacred nut." I do not question him, I continue forward. The tunnel begins to get smaller, forcing me to crawl in a prone position. Moving further through the tunnel it begins to vibrate, the mole man erupts from the side of the tunnel and I awaken.