Third OBE: Dreamlike

2008/02/03

I finally figured out that I need a deeply quiet mind -- and this, I tried and succeeded getting to daily -- but also that I have to let go. Let all consciousness move to the space outside my skin vaguely and then let any focus or effort-- just let it go (that is, without releasing the new sense of location that this meditation had cultivated.) This, I had failed at getting to that past week.

Around 8 in the evening Anjie dropped by. I heard her come in, and heard her say hi (but I didn't break my meditation to say hi back) and then heard mouse-clicking and keyboard-clacking over at the corner of the room so I guessed she was using the computer. I was still awake or at pretty much normal meditative consciousness at this time.
A while later, I found I could see past my eyelids, and so I willed myself out my feet with... well, what I can only describe as velleity, but velleity compressed and focused to a point. And out I was-- sudden, easy, with little to no tremors. I was so, so glad that I could still get out of body, that I willed myself back into my body just to see if I could do it again.
I rolled out the second time and moonwalked. I was trying to regularly walk, but my success at getting out made my failure at walking enjoyable. Then, back in my body I went. I floated out the third time, towards the computer table, and tried to catch Anjie's attention. I vibed (can't remember speaking), excited, at her: "Watcha doin', whatcha doin'??" I tried to peek over Anjie's shoulder at what she was surfing, but some force stopped me from floating closer and pulled me back. Or, maybe pushed me away. Mahadevi did say that entities can't move through living things and living forces, so I guess since I was technically being an entity, I couldn't go too near Anjie or past her life-force field.

I saw Cecilia there, too, tending to the house plants. She wasn't physically there, and she could see me too, she waved, smiled, and talked to me... so, I began to think that I'd slipped into a dream. I slipped back in-body, but that didn’t bring me back to a more real OBE experience. I began seeing parts of my family's old summer house in the country and the previous residence abroad, juxtaposing themselves in the apartment, and then I was slithering down the stairs like a serpent, down stairs that our apartment doesn’t have, and I saw the laundry that had been hung up to dry were not the same articles that were really drying.
Then, I thought I woke up. I felt someone massage my shoulders and twist back my hair. I was probably just picking up on the psychic residue that a friend of Mom's put out— as it turns out, mom had a masseuse come over to give our visiting Aunt Dolce a back massage, on that same spot, earlier that afternoon.
Sensing a flare in the night sky, I twisted out my body and through the window to investigate. Instead of the cityscape I expected, the ground was closer and grassy, like a park. I remembered this setting from a dream or two.
The park disappeared as I tread the air and I found myself surrounded by stars. I saw myself looking back at the cluster of light blue stars that shone behind me. I rarely see myself in third person in dreams, and I certainly shouldn’t in an OBE unless it’s my meditating physical body—and this wasn’t. So, here, at least, I was certainly dreaming. Rainbow lines had been drawn or stamped on other constellations in details of fish. One sprouted a blue auroral shower in several continuous lines that flowed like illustrated water... but not to me, to the people on the path below.
Specifically, my mom. They walked, and I floated above them, calling out warnings of approaching rains (but no clouds, I noticed,) approaching baby elephant (guarded from the rain by a man with a very big black umbrella), approaching adult elephant (guarded by the rain by several people with small umbrellas), and as they entered a makeshift shelter/stopover/restaurant I lowered my altitude and met up with a family of red dachshunds. They were poor and hungry, but happy in the ways that mattered so wished them happiness and added that Sibling had a soft spot for dogs if they sat patiently by the table instead of begging (my family was stopping to eat here, but I was going on ahead.) The road ended in the ocean, I knew, but this projection-- or dream, if that's what it turned into-- ended before I got out of the shelter.