Astral Awareness

Back to Projecting...

Fri, 01 May 2009 11:53:05 GMT

Time to renew my astral endeavors...

Trying a new technique that requires me to awaken over and over again, without moving my body what-so-ever. Did really well this morning, several times, feeling the paralyzed state, and my consciousness just at the edge between waking and dreamtime states.

I feel this is going to work really well. Am putting together an astral projections DVD that will assist me in my projection technique.

Really excited to be back at it again!

Eleven Astral Predictions for the remainder of 2006

Tue, 24 Jan 2006 03:07:47 GMT

Nestled loosly into the New Year, I thought it appropriate to voice my predictions for the next eleven months. Eleven months, eleven visions...Heck, it's more than I updated my blogs the last year...lol

Febuary...or some day around there....I project forward to the future of a man. His initials, I can just see them through the haze, ah, there it is, GW. GW is caught in a web of astral lies. I see him struggling with a large moth which beats it's wings in a futile effort to reach light. The light is blue, fighting the etheric lies of leaders and their minions. Perhaps the violet ray of St. Germaine will help?

Seems this vision reveals Febuary to be a month in which some gut truth which bulges out, revealing a world of darkness within. Finally GW sticks a firecracker into the mouth of the moth. The explosion is massive, ripping a small tear which widens with each passing truth!

March...or a month or so beyond...I project forward even further. A person of great stature is bestowing gifts on an entire nation. They seem to welcome these gifts as ones of worth. Insects of a completely unknown origin cling to the undetectable areas of the so-called gifts. A gold hue emanates, further enticing the masses and directing their attention away from the nasty little critters. The nation is crippled with disease and famine perpetuated by the supposed altruism of the so-called great one...Illusions are shattered...

April...What appears to have been a trajedy for so long now emits a light of healing felt by the rest of the world. Masses of prayers and good thoughts finally register and uplift those who have felt powerless to change their fortune. A great sense of personal responsiblity perforates the veil of denial. Victim mentality takes a huge hit in the libido, as the open-minded shed their unwitting costumes of pity. A light feeling is felt by many, yet understood by very few, as the mass consciousness takes another leap towards accepting it's true form...

May...A foolhearty attempt to fool it's people into giving away the rest of their sovereinity is thwarted by the sheer intense resistence...They call it the Patriot Act in waking reality...In the Astral Realm, it's called prying eyes. Bad government, no bisquit!!!!

June...Betty Crocker thought she had it bad when that little doughboy went around giggling his way to fame. Well, the same can be said of the month of May when lighter hearts win the minds of the astrally challenged. Fear not that which wails in the night. Tis but the laughter of souls dancing on the pies of the astral realms! The effect on the physical, high jest at the seriousness of more grim minded beings!

July...Fireworks is an understatement for this month of freedom! More and more beings begin taking conscious flight. Alliances are formed, not the crappy, survivor island alliances either!!! Mass healings of planet and species take place as more evolved souls take to the astral in assistance of the GREAT HEALING waiting to occur! Will you be one of those channeling the healing, or receiving it?

August...As the heat intensifies during the days, the cool flight of the one, known only, as the great revealer, is seen as a sign of the four months to come. All is revealed to those who open their astral eyes. Awakening within each individual the apostle Kahlil Gibran spoke of. Great wisdom is imparted on so many souls. A breaking point lurks just beyond the horizon of the illusion. A mass consciousness appears very near to awakening. The impact felt in the physical realm is measured by tectonic shifts...

September...Aftermath from the events in august settle, leaving those behind groggy and unwilling to take up the sword again so readily. A cleansing is at hand. A liquid dowsing brings many souls to the pinnacle of their lifes agenda. Higher ground is the answer!

October...The veil lifts ever so slightly to a great many souls! That which has been well hidden begins to peek out, regardless of the attempts to quell it by darker beings! It seems scary to the average traveller, but brings great joy to those who have sought it so long!!!

November...The white on the ground, the chill in the air, the beckoning of the hungry. A great month to take to the astral for those who have wished it so very long. Sleep holds the portal to the great mystery. Embrace it consciously!

December...The month of glad tidings holds more than it's share. Those who seek in truth, find themselves in the presence of the Great Ones. A discovery of the missing piece of our physical universe is felt by many, seen by few. Open your astral eyes and see that which Zechariah has spoken of in great depth!

Bad Blogger....No Biscuit!

Tue, 29 Nov 2005 03:26:24 GMT

I am soooo bad. I see it's been quite a long time since I've posted. I am sad to say, I haven't really spent anytime pursuing my astral endeavors...or even much at lucidity the last year. I have been so pre-occupied with flesh n bone matters, my etheric activities have just escaped me. But, no more. I must rededicate myseth to expand the knowledge of my multiple selves and the realms in which they exist.

The first step I suppose is to reaffirm my dedication to self-awareness. It's a step I have affirmed again and again but seem to lose in the hustle and bustle of waking life.

From there, I must begin detailed recording of Dreamtime adventures.

The rest will develop itself in time, or so my intuition tells me.

I'll post more once the fun begins...

Cheers!
Seth

Overly projected - The out of trailer experience..

Thu, 09 Sep 2004 12:25:48 GMT

Amazing day today. Gave new landlady the first month as a deposit while she waits for credit check to come back. Called the power company. Two days and the power will be on...And no deposit required. Woohoo.

After I visited Vinny and played Socom II online with Gian. Really cool. I was doing really well for my first time in months...Gian is really smoking..I believe his new clan will be inviting me...Except maybe the seals...The ones I kept shooting...lol...

Good day altogether...

I found it funny to see that one day and two months ago I re-stated my goal to project from my body...Seems I over did and projected my entire being out of my trailer. Yes, not really funny per-se...If you didn't know, Dreama and I are splitting...Thus explaining the entire new apartment spiel.

Anyhow, hope all is well and you enjoy the new links...BTW, if you don't have a banner and want to be linked, let me know so I can hook you up...Cheers!

Been a long time since I posted/projected...Time to renew efforts...

Sun, 11 Jul 2004 12:42:59 GMT

I had an IM from my friend Jeni about her increased projections using Tibetan Rites. In honor of my respect for her intuition and insight I am going to renew my efforts beginning with the first rite and record my projection attempts and successes here again. Hopefully many cool adventures await me!

The Truman Show Hologram Earth Theory Parallel...

Sat, 31 Jan 2004 10:28:11 GMT

      Hologram Earth - The Truman Show and AP
                                                                              by Seth

                 (A message that ties in with Hologram Earth Theory)

Near the end of the movie, The Truman Show, Truman stands at the threshold of what has always been his reality. There is a door that opens to a larger reality. A more expansive world than he has known or come to know as reality due to the conditioning of the Producer of Truman's world/life.

All along though, he has always yearned to see and experience more than what had become his lot in life. Unfortunately every time he tried to step beyond his limitation, a fear that was programmed into him as a child through the death of his father (fear of death), would be used to turn him back and keep him in his comfort zone. And the show would go on...

The projection experience itself is the door that Truman stood at. AS we step through we find a more expansive reality beyond it. One where a physical shell is not required. A reality where flight is possible, oxygen unnecessary and the sky is not the limit.

Many of us at AS have gone through that door. Others have stood at the edge and peered for a while at what could be on the other side. And many others still seek while navigating the rough water of thier emotions. Fear usually being the predominate one of all.

This brings me to the perplexed state I find myself in when contemplating those (Having proclaimed the ability to project) being unable to grasp the idea of our reality being malleable and affected by our very own thoughts. If the Astral is indeed the underlying building blocks of the physical, And we are aware of the power of our thoughts in the astral, why would that not then become a factor in the follow through of the creations in the physical world.

Look at art for example. You see a drawing/painting you have created and believe this was made possible by the movement of your hands and the stroke of the pen/brush on paper or whatever mediums you use. But before it could be manifested in reality, it had to come from or through your mind and the thoughts of how to apply it. Therefore, without the thoughts, the physical results could never have manifested...

Thus, thoughts become the building blocks of what we experience as reality. Whether they are our thoughts or ones created by the consensus of others, our personal/group realities are created...

The World is your exercise-book, the pages on which you do your sums.

It is not Reality, although you can express reality there if you wish.

You are also free to write nonsense,
or lies,
or to tear the pages.
~Richard Bach~ Illusions

Parallel Self Projection Reflection

Thu, 08 Jan 2004 16:53:43 GMT

Conscious Astral Projections

Past...Present...Future

12/08/03

The night before last I kept waking up every hour on the hour. I had some very detailed dreams going on. My stepbrother Tim was in one of them. I didn't get to do proper recall and recording due to the need to run off to work. Before I went to be this morning I intended to link up with the Fishbowlers. Here is some of the many experiences that happened. I am very happy I was able to become lucid/astral, but wish I had remembered my intentions for linking...There may well have been some linking anyway....

Summary of Dreamtime recall before the fireworks...I am back at a restaurant I worked at before. There is a guy there that is being hostile towards me. He rides a motorcycle too but has a cool helmet that matches his cool bike. I tell him I am still riding my old bike but plan on getting a new one soon.

I am outside the restaurant and see two waitresses I used to work with. I talk to them for awhile. I am looking for my riding gloves and start finding some really strange, thin gloves on the ground.

There is a bunch more but I am starting to have trouble recalling as I have already recalled what happened afterwards.

The Party, The Wedding, The Visit, Astral Awareness

My best Friend Gian and I go to a party. There is a man who looks like Billy Joel singing there. Everyone is getting into it. He is singing soul type music. There is a female DJ provideing music as well as a guy on piano. We notice something on one of the tables. We go there to pick something up and a guy thinks we are trying to steal it. He hits our fingers with a wrench.

It is the next day. We have been invited to sty over at someones house. I look at my fingers and notice two of the largest blisters on my fore and middle fingers. Gian also has one very large blister on one of his fingers.
the blisters on mine start to grow very very large. I am watching them as they grow and i think I shoutld burst them before something bad happens. They keep getting so huge and then start leaking fluid out of them on their own. I go to grab some ice out of a container and hold it in my hands. I feel them go down and look at my fingers. They look normal again.

We are now at a large wedding reception. No one knows Gian and I there. It is time for the groom to throw the garter. Gian is wandering around acting like he is the wedding cooridinater. I think to myself he would be very good at it as he is really making people feel good and taking charge. One of the women tells the groom to wait before he throws the garter. He doest listen and only three or four guys were still getting into position when he throws it. It is a tall thin man who catches it.

Gian and I are at one of the men from the weddings house. The man has a wife, two daughters and a son. He has long hair as well as his son. It makes his son look a bit like a girl. Gian and I are checking the place out. We notice he has a PSX. It is really cool and we ask him what kind of games he has. He says the kids are not allowed to play the video games they have to dance.

There is a quiet moment when Gian and I are alone and he tells me that he likes these people and something to the effect of how rich they are. He implies he wants to get him some of that. (It souns like he means money, but I believe he may have meant the family/love/etc). The oldest daughter has really taken a liking to Gian. She seems to be about twelve or thirteen. He is making her laugh and being really sweet to her.

I am sitting there looking at the wife and the three kids in the kitchen. I start to think of a friend of mine and think the wife might be his ex. I start to tell them about a weird dream I had. I get a look from Gian like be careful, they might think you are werid.

We are back in the living room. I am sitting down and the youngest daughter comes over to talk with me. She is about eightish and she sits on my lap being really sweet. I am telling her about how she can tell which people are nice in the world and how you can tell if they are genuine. I tell her to listen to what they say and watch what they do. If they don't match, I tell her they can't be trusted.

I look down and notice strange looking blood all over my left arm. I tell the little girl I must be bleeding from somewhere. She looks at my face and starts crying saying I am bleeding inside my face. I get freaked out and go to a mirror. I look okay at first but then my face starts changing. My face is turning red like there is some sort of vessels bursting inside. I keep on looking (Remembering an astral projection technique I read. Basically you have to keep looking as all the layers of what you think you are melt away until you are left the orb of energy you really are). My face keeps transforming. A maroonish fungus looking stuff starts spreading all over it. It melts away and my face starts eroding. In the middle I can see the skull underneath (The changes to my face were extremely quick and there was much more to it than I could ever explain...I've summarized as best as possible).

I must have thought this couldn't be real. I reach towards the mirror and my fingers go through it. I become aware I am astral and put my hand and arm almost to my elbow in the mirror.

I am in another house now. I know I am astral. I go to a room and see my body sleeping in what seems to be a guest room. (Laying on my right side towards where I am standing) I go into another room. It is like a small room between the front door and living room. Someone is going through and up the stairs. He can't see me. But there is a dog that can. I wave my hand around in front of him and he chases after it. He lays down on his back and I rub his stomach for a bit. I walk past another mirror and think about looking into it again. I want to go through it but think it may be too small. I decide to go into the bathroom. There is a full length mirror in it. I think it will be much easier to go into it instead. I am watching myself change again. My face keeps transforming into all sorts of different people. It goes through having the maroon stuff all over it again. I keep watching as it becomes all sorts of different people. From large elongated faces to wide. At one point I can't see the face. I have to bend down to see it. I see the reflection of a very large man. I think to myself I wonder if it is Nicholas (Past life incarnation of a Russian Czars son I once channeled.

I awaken and zoom off to type this in...

Multiplicity of Self Returns Again

Thu, 08 Jan 2004 16:43:32 GMT

11/21/03

It appears this weeks lucid moments were leading up to tonights great fun! It's been awhile and I have been keeping my intent and desire in the forefront of my mind. The really wild part of this is how the conversation Asrael and I have been having has manifested itself in the experience.

I feel myself back from Dreamtime but still not fully connected to my body. I hear a buzzing noise and realize I am already disconnected. I will myself up and away from my body. There is a slight resistance at my lower legs. I relax and will myself the rest of the way out.

I am at the foot of my bed. I move into a living room area. It is another one. I go to the front door that leads outside. I attempt to go through it but find some resistance. I think to myself to raise my vibration higher. I begin to go through it and something happens that pops the door open. (This is kind of funny because my best friend wants me to pop his bedroom door open while astral one night. Proof for him...of course I am not trying to prove anything to anyone...Including myself at this point) I wonder how I did that instead of just gliding through.

I am standing outside and can hear a woman speaking to another woman. She is telling her how she wants a boyfriend. She recants and says all she really wants is a kitty.

Suddenly I am back in bed but still disjointed. I am listening to a buzzing sound that keeps being interrupted by what sound like a radio news show. I keep still and listen to hear tidbits of news. It seems like everytime I am about to get the thrust of a story it changes to some other story. I can only remember one bit where it mentioned an number and terrorists.

I am determined to project again. As I begin to, one of our kittens starts getting very playful, biting my hand and such. It is then that I realize I am not the me or in the house that I associate with the current me. I believe it is still Dreama lying next to me but she is somehow longer (taller) feeling next to me. I notice we have two kittens and a cat which feels as if it is our current Missy.

I get up in this new physical body, yet it feels much lighter, to let the kittens outside. I realize that the house I was just projecting in before is the same as the one I was projecting in before. I feel as if I am awake and where I should be but I am also realizing it is not my current abode. The kittens come back in and we get back into bed. I lay back down and go back to sleep again. I wake up in the same bed yet again. I am sure I am where I am suppose to be but again am reminded that it isn't my waking abode.

I go back to sleep again and finally awaken in my current bed. My throat was extremely dry, my excitement high and clarity quite sharp. (One of the signs for me I have been consciously astral, rather than meandering about Dreamtime)

Dreama woke up too, so I began to tell her of the experience. I looked up at the clock after beginning my tale and noticed it was 4:33 in the morning. I have been bringing a bottle of water to bed with me lately so I don't have to get up and rengage most of my body to rehydrate. I think this is a very important addition to my astral endeavors. For a launch from the twilight between coming back from Dreamtime and completely awakening it is important not to move too much. My good friend Larther shared a technique on the old board which helped me with that.

All-in-all, very exciting evening. This was after my first round in Dreamtime as well. Might as well add that here as it may provide insight to what spurred the adventure.

Adventure with the Cranes

I am on a hunting excursion with the Cranes (Niles and Frasier). There is a British fellow and his bird dog along with us. We are journeying through some caves. We get to a part where we have to blast through with this liquid stuff that creates a small explosion. I put it on some of the formations that block us and it doesn't work. I keep doing it in different places and it seems it still will not work. Finally a path clears.

We get out of the cave area and find ourselves at a river. It doesn't seem to be moving too swiftly. The dog jumps in and suddenly it seems we must go in after it. We all jump in and come to realize the water is moving much more quickly that we had imagined. As we are rushing along this river we see in the distance gigantic rapids.

The next bit I am hearing the rest of the story from a listeners perspective. It is reavealed to me that the team would spend the next two hours trying to stay afloat while being swept along the huge rapids.

I come back from Dreamtime and am consciously recording this experience when I realize I hear a buzzing noise and am not completely rejoined with my body.

Flying with Dreama

Thu, 08 Jan 2004 16:37:17 GMT

8/2/03

This particular experience was a transition from Dreamtime to full awareness...

I realize I am astral. I look over and see Dreama. She seems to be unaware of what is going on so I tell her, " Hey, we are astral projecting." I ask her if she wants to fly. She says, "Okay but not to high." I pick her up in my arms and fly about a hundred feet over the tree tops. We fly for a short while and I bring us down on grass in a park. Dreama asks if I want to make love. We start to make out and I notice that there are children around so I decide it probably isn't a good idea to do it around them.
That was all I could recall of the event.

Opening the Door & Swimming in the Dirt

Thu, 08 Jan 2004 16:32:19 GMT

9/20/02

Hot diggity dog! After quite some time, two successful ABE's in a row...Hurray...And after a far out lucid dreamtime adventure that I used the return from to launch them...Yeeeeeeeehaw...Get along little ABEY!And this one really freaked me out when I woke up...As you'll see when you read the next post where I will record the two ABE's due to length of Lucidity recording, I woke up at 4:25 AM...I came to start recording this and Missy was clawing to be let in. I went to open the door and checked to see if it was open before I grabbed the handle...The door just pushed open...Dreama swears she checked to make sure it was closed before coming to bed...AS you will see from the ABE, this is very wild...LOL...Here is part of the lucid dream, I lost some of the beginning due to the amount of time it took for me to record the ABE's in my bedside journal and Dreama waking up and me asking her what she dreamt..Again, pertinent in the details of the ABE in next post...Cheers and enjoy!

I am at a huge function of some sort. There are many people of whom I recognize but none are from my waking memory. It is like a club scene. People at a bar and people gathered around in little clusters. I remember two pairs of guys wearing the same jacket. One with the right sleeve on their right arm and the left sleeve on the other guys left arm. I asked this one black man why they were doing this...He moved to the side closer to me and said so we can do this...The other man was forced to move along with him. I thought this a ridiculous explanation and asked him, "No, really?" He started to say something but stopped and went back to his conversation with his friends.

I was being very careful to stay lucid during this whole segment. I went to a dark stairway and there was some sort of card dealio I was suppose to draw...Like a contest of sorts. I thought I would like to draw the ? of suns...I drew a Ra Card...(Wow what the heck is this all about...I got the feeling it was some sort of tarot card...must remember to check the Egyptian Tarot next time I am at bookstore)...I was going down a hallway and I started pulling loose one of my teeth...It was the one on top just to one side of my front two...I pulled it out and then started pulling the rest of the front four out...Then I started spraying teeth out of my mouth like a firehose...LOL...(Crikey!) Then I felt myself starting to lose Dreamtime and affirmed I would come back but not completely so I could attempt an ABE...

Allrighty then! Next post is the exciting Double ABE conclusion...Seriously...lol!

Lucid dream was fading and I felt like I was going to wake up so I willed myself back but just shy of connected. My consciousness felt just a bit disjointed, yet I could sense the position my body was lying in. Curled up on my right side spooning Dreama from behind.

I thought Roll over and up. My astral/etheric self did just that. I was having trouble seeing so I affirmed more clarity. It worked! The inside of our home came into focus as it is mostly. I felt as if I was walking toward the living room a bit and wondered if it my footsteps would wake Dreama (Funny). I felt as if my energy was running out so I willed myself back the same way I did from the lucid dream.

Again, I felt disjointed and floaty!

I willed myself to roll over and up again. My vision was very minimal so I affirmed clarity once more. I wished to go outside. Instead of just appearing outside, I seemed to have stuck in the door. I was floating a bit so I grabbed the top of the door jamb and pulled myself up and out, popping the door open in the process. I could smell and feel the fresh air. I floated up a bit more and then started sinking. I continued until I was in the ground above my head. I could literally see and smell the dirt once I was in over my head. I started swimming in the dirt as if it was water. The sensations were the same as swimming with the exception of it being dirt and a bit clumpier...LOL...I thought of the part of the book, Illusions, when Bach's character swims in the Earth...(Funny what comes to mind when this stuff is happening).

I climbed out and stood on the concrete porch. As I stood there I wondered where I should go. Two thoughts occured. One was that I should to Dreamgazer's and attempt a link. The other was to go to Sissyhips. I kind of closed my eyes...er...whatever, and made a finger snapping gesture and clapped my hands while thinking of being at Dreamgazer's place. (Like Jeannie, without the blinking and crossing of arms...lol).

I felt as if something changed around me but felt as if I returned immediately. I looked back and the door was opened. Dreama stuck her head out and asked me what I was doing outside. I immediately returned again.

When I returned I was in the same state as the first two times. The difference was I felt my throat and how dry it was. I thought maybe if I just swallow some spit I can try again. But alas, no such luck...I was too connected. So I put on the little spot light and recorded the ABE's first (bedside journal) and then got up and started recording the lucid experience here. I was mostly done when Orbs IM'd me and I spent the next two hours having the most pleasant conversation with him...Wish he hadn't left AS, but you gotta do what you gotta do...Also I had a dull headache as well...Must have expended alot of energy...