Month: June 2014

How to Remember Your Dreams

The best way to remember your dreams, like anything else in our world, is to practice.

How do you practice remembering your dreams? By creating a system to do it.

Go to sleep with pad of paper and pencil or pen next to your bed; really. It might sound stupid, but try it. It works.

Immediately after waking up, write your dream as best as you can. After writing that part, if you remember something else, write that down too. Indicate whether it came before or after the first thing you wrote down.

Try to always put the time and date on the corner of the page. You will find interesting patterns later when you review them.

If you wrote half a page of your dream, that’s great. If it didn’t make any sense when you read it back the next day, that’s just fine. Don’t worry about it. You have to start somewhere.

Eventually you will be able to write more and remember more. Today I can write about 6 full pages of notes after waking up, for 3 or 4 “chunks” of memories, in reverse time order. For whatever reason I always write down the most recent memory that’s freshest in my mind. Then I often harken back to the memory before that, and write that one down too. Then I usually remember the thing before that, and sometimes the thing before that.

I could never have reached this point without having my pad of paper and pencil nearby when I sleep. I always use a mechanical pencil to write with because ballpoint pens give me trouble, especially when I’m groggy and my eyes aren’t fully open when I wake up. I can’t afford to spend 5 minutes figuring out why my pen isn’t writing – I’ll lose too much of the dream that way. With a pencil, if you can see the lead, you know it will leave a mark on paper. That’s why I prefer pencils 10 times more than pens. Yes the lead sometimes breaks, and I have to click it a few times to get a new lead. A good pencil reliably provides a new lead after 8-10 clicks.  Mechanical pencils just work.

In order to see what you’re writing, you need a light next to your bed that’s easy to turn on. That’s why I built a lamp with a touch-circuit from Home Depot in the base of it – I just touch any metal part of the all-metal lamp to turn it on.  Actually each touch cycles thru a different level of brightness; 4 levels total (including “off”). Stabbing my whole hand in the general direction of my lamp is much easier than having to grasp at a tiny hidden twist-knob or slide-switch up and under the lampshade, right next to the burning-hot light bulb! There’s no need to spend $$$ on a touch-lamp; you can just find a regular metal lamp at a garage sale, buy an $8 touch-circuit from Home Depot, and wire it up yourself. I’ve done it many times.

I don’t write down dreams every night. I only really experience maybe 2 or 3 interesting dreams a month, or so. But those are often pretty amazing. Way more creative and interesting than anything I could have produced with my “creative imagination”. That’s one of the many ways that I can tell my dreams are real experiences, not just brain-short-circuiting hallucinations or whatever scientists think is going on when a human being is asleep. Another way is, I’ve learned new things from my dreams – things that help in the real world. There’s no way THAT came from my subconscious mind or past experiences.

Writing down your dreams helps you study some interesting things you never observed before:

  • what is the pattern to when you have your most memorable / recordable dreams?  Once a week? Once a month? a bunch grouped together or spread out? what’s the pattern?
  • what time of the night do you have the most interesting dreams? what time do you wake up and record them? What is the hours, and the minutes?  (I found that when I wake up, the minutes are ALWAYS either on the hour or the half-hour.  That is not random.)
  • What kind of dreams did you have this time last year?  The year before? Is there a pattern? Why do you think that is?
  • Do you dream more during full-moon periods? new-moon periods? before the full moon? after the full moon?  any particular time of the year?
  • When you review your past dreams from the last few months during the middle of the day, how does that make you feel? Is it a good feeling, or a bad feeling?
  • Do you find yourself remembering the feelings of a dream in the middle of the day, for no reason? What is that connection?

There’s something to this dreaming, and experiencing. It feels like such a relief to experience the higher worlds, it feels like freedom, more than we have in our earthly lives today. You don’t have to take my word for it. I’m asking you to experience it for yourself. What is it like for you? And does it change, now that you’re writing things down?

You don’t have to disturb your partner, if you sleep with someone else. Just tell them that you like to write down ideas you have, any time of day or night. The touch-switch-lamp thing has a “low” setting the first time you touch it, so that’s perfect for low-powered light to write by.  Then you can touch it 3 more times to turn off the light. That’s what I do. It doesn’t disturb my spouse all that much, most of the time.



Absynthe is Not Much Fun

New Year’s Eve of last year (about 6 months ago) I had a chance to try some of that legal Absynthe, which is basically an alcohol product.  I guess Absynthe in its pure form is illegal, this legal stuff is some kind of watered-down variation. Now, I drink alcohol occasionally, so my body has gotten used to it over the past 20 to 25 years. I can take it or leave it; I think the last drink I had was over 2 weeks ago. My limit is 5 drinks; I get pretty sick if I have more than that. I won’t have a hangover if I have fewer drinks and also drink enough water. I usually just drink alcohol at parties and occasionally at home. I find alcohol is sometimes a good way to reduce my overactive mind, to allow me to think in different directions than I normally do – as long as I don’t drink too often.

Anyway. About this Absynthe stuff. I wanted to see what it was like, and I was at a big party at a friend-of-a-friend’s house. One guy broke out the Absynthe and sugar cubes, and demonstrated the way you’re supposed to take it with the sugar cube. I had already had 2 or 3 beers by that point, which isn’t all that much, and I wanted to try that, so I did.

I figured out that Absynthe basically just pushes you into lower astral plane. That’s the “hallucinogenic” side of it. That may be amazing to some people, but not to me. The lower astral plane is dumb and boring.  It’s uncomfortable to me, sometimes even painful. It blocks me from getting to the higher levels that I’m used to.

My body and my brain felt weighted-down for the rest of the evening, and I could kind of see apparitions in my mind’s eye that I know are astral (something that doesn’t normally happen to me in everyday life).  Then, when I went to sleep that night, I was mostly stuck in the lower astral plane; it was not fun. I was caught in complicated convolutions of things I had to do, and places to try to find my way out of; I didn’t like it.  I’m glad I didn’t take any more of that stuff.  If someone took 2 or 3 “drinks” of this stuff, I’m sure they’d spend the entire night wasting their energy in the lower astral plane.

So, I don’t like Absynthe.  My suggestion is this: if you really want to experience alternate worlds, all you have to do is purify yourself physically, emotionally, and mentally – and practice remembering your dreams. Learn to wake up and be conscious within your dreams like I do, and you will have much more fun than you get from some dumb drug that weighs you down lower than normal. Seriously.

For more on how to purify the physical, emotional, and mental parts of you, I recommend Torkom Saraydarian’s book “The Science of Becoming Oneself”. It’s really good.  Actually, a lot of his books go into useful details on this topic; for help cleaning your subconscious mind (something we ALL need!) his book “The Subconscious Mind and the Chalice” is really excellent. I’ve read it multiple times.

Purify, and see where that takes you – in this world, and beyond.

Audio Interference with the Higher Worlds

When you remember your dream from the Higher Worlds, it means that the sounds or pictures or intentions (or, often, all three) traveled from the higher levels down to the lower level where your physical brain lives, for you to remember it down here. Once in a while I’ve experienced a very weird sensation and sound, which is like a kind of weird vibrational interference, in the sound-quality of what I’m experiencing. Kind of like a high-speed stuttering, or fluctuating sound variation in the sound that I’m supposed to be hearing. Like if somebody is speaking there, I don’t hear the pure tone of their voice like usual; it’s chopped up at a rate of maybe around 50-100 cycles per second or so – like the volume of the sound of their voice is going up and down that quickly.

It’s very uncomfortable and sounds weird; sometimes it freaks me out, and I disconnect from the higher level and wake up immediately. I can make myself wake up spontaneously when I need to, if I need to get away from some place I’m at in the Higher Worlds. But this sound is very unearthly; like a “cyber voice”, sort of, like the connection is being interfered with by some kind of electric interference on some level I don’t really understand.

I would say I can remember experiencing this maybe 5 times in my life, or so.  So maybe it’s happened a few more times than that, but I don’t recall more than about that.  So it doesn’t happen very often.

There are so many unique and interesting things like this that need to be experienced, studied, and figured out by scientists. And I know this kind of research will happen on a wide-scale in the future.  All I can do is describe what I’ve experienced for now, and ponder it from time to time for the rest of my life. Maybe I will figure out something more about it over time.  Or not.  Maybe someone else will figure this all out, 200 years from now.

Hopefully my having described it will allow somebody to say “hey yea! that’s happened to me too! I’m glad I’m not the only one!” If only 1 person benefits from my description in the next few hundred years, I will be happy.

What it is Like on the Higher Mental Plane

When people speak to you on the higher mental plane, you hear their words directly in your ear, clearly, unmistakeably. I would say it sounds like they’re “one inch away from your head”, except that would be 1 inch too far away. The volume doesn’t go down with distance, nor does the clarity of speech. It’s not like our physical world, in that respect.

What I find super-fascinating is that you also get a mental impression with much more detail and clarification and intent, far greater than the actual words you heard them speak. It’s kind of like somehow receiving the thoughts that the person collected in order to speak – or at least the ones they intended to send you related to the words you heard. Consider what it’s like speaking in our normal physical world: you actually think a bunch of thoughts before speaking – you might only speak a small sub-set of them out loud, and possibly in a different order than how you thought about them. You may know more detail on the subject, but you chose not to speak it out loud for simplicity. You might also have intention behind the words you spoke, but that intention may or may not have been relayed properly with the words you said.  Even if you spoke completely clearly and properly, the other person might be distracted or have noise nearby, or get hung up on a particular word, or caught up in their own thoughts, and misunderstand you anyway. All these things are common-place in our physical world.

You can’t misunderstand on the higher levels because of things like that. It just doesn’t happen. For every 10 words you hear spoken, there are a series of clear thought forms relayed with them as modifiers to the spoken words, that affects them in ways that makes it 100% clear what the other person intended the words to mean.  For example, you might ask where Fred is, and your friend says “Fred is over there,” gesturing to the other end of the room. But he thinks to you the additional information that: Fred is talking to a woman who looks vaguely like an image he relayed to you (you can see it in your mind), and, he happens to be standing up, facing directly away from us at the moment. You learned all that from “Fred is over there”!  It’s like catching a picture, or a feeling, a piece of an event, related to the words – sent by the person sending you the words.

Of course, it’s possible that you may not have had the experience/expertise to understand something a person is telling you on the Higher Mental plane. Maybe your friend just described something related to electrical engineering, but she doesn’t realize you have no experience in that; she made it simple to understand for people with basic electrical engineering training, she assumed you knew that much; but you didn’t. So you heard all the words and maybe saw the pictures, but you didn’t know how to process it.


Astral Jails – Visiting and Escaping

Tricksters on the Astral Plane know how to create Astral Jails that temporarily traps people for periods of time.

I’ve spent all night trapped in an Astral jail before on a number of occasions. I felt tired and drained of energy all day the next day – it was harder to think clearly, harder to do my job at work. The day after I was fine. It always irritated me that something so out-of-control as this could affect me; so I have been studying it my whole life, and I found a solution from an old friend.

Inside an Astral jail it feels like a regular old place, somewhere you might have been before, except you can’t escape. You can just feel that you can’t wake up, you’re being blocked, even though you are aware that you’re dreaming – its a weird feeling of being trapped, like someone is holding you down; preventing you from waking up. The place isn’t bad, it’s OK, maybe even a little bit nice, but plain; maybe even a bit boring. There’s nothing interesting to do, and nobody interesting to talk to.

The first Astral jail I actually remember was a large cavernous world with very high ceilings, rocks and hills, and there was what looked like a cave in the far distance. I ran towards the cave to get out of this place, running and running; I finally reached the cave.  I entered and discovered I led to a huge new room.  This place had massively huge rooms, room after room after room. You could probably run forever; I know I’ve spent hours running. Always finding some new place that’s different than the last, never reaching the end. I stopped in the middle of this one room I happened to be in, a cavern made of stone and somewhat poorly lit.  I stopped near a wooden table off to the side that had a man sitting at it, hunched over and just staring at the table.  I said something to him and he just sat there without looking at me and said “it’s hopeless.”  He looked really sad.  I could see 3-4 people running from end to end, head down with a focused look on their face, running; certain that they can reach the “exit”. Maybe this guy and I are the only ones who knows there is no exit.

The First Time I Escaped

As I was standing next to this table, pondering the man sitting there and the people running past, I noticed something – a small piece of white paper near the corner of the table closest to me. That’s funny, I hadn’t seen that before.  I picked it up and read it – it was secret instructions of how to break out of jail!  Someone from the outside sent word to me on the inside!  Somebody’s watching me and helping me!  I remember thinking the instructions were so simple, and it makes perfect sense!  Three easy steps!  (later, after I had I woken up, I couldn’t remember any of the steps, but I recall they made sense to me while I was in the dream.)  I knew I could escape at any moment by following the instructions, but I wanted to help take some people with me – I walked to the center of the room and stood in the way of the very next person running thru the room. I said, “hey! I know how to escape this place! All you have to do is -” and suddenly, BAM!  I was ejected from the dream and was immediately 100% AWAKE, sitting upright in my bed, thinking about what just happened!  I felt really truly awake, unlike how I normally wake up in the middle of the night where I feel groggy and half-awake for a long while. It was very strange. I was amazed and excited by what had just happened, but also irritated that I wasn’t able to say the secret to that person, or anyone else inside – I wasn’t able to help anyone else escape.

That proved to me there is a conscious being, some kind of entity, that is watching the people trapped in his jail, and doesn’t want any of them to escape! There’s a consciousness that created a bogus dream-place to trap people, and enjoys watching them silently as they sadly dwell in their infinite frustration. It really irked me to think I was being watched, spied upon, in this jail-world! I swore I would do whatever it takes to never let this happen to me again. No evil being has the right to do this to me.

The Best Way To Escape

Now I am going to tell you the secret way to escape from an Astral jail: visualize a laser beam shining from your eyes, burning and slicing right through the walls of the place.  Cut a big opening, and let yourself out.

A very wise teacher and author, Torkom Saraydarian, asked my father a question many many years ago that confused my father; he later confided in me about it, and now I’m really glad that he did. The question was: “if you were trapped in a room by the bad guys, and you could do anything, how would you escape?” My father thought about it for a moment and answered, “I guess I would time-travel back in time to a point before the building was even built, step 20 feet to the side, and return to the normal time – then I would be outside the building, and I could run away.” My dad said that Torkom wrinkled his nose at this answer.  Then apparently Torkom said, “I would shine laser beams straight from my eyes to burn down the walls and escape”. My dad remembered this for some time, and, thankfully, told me about it many times while I was growing up.

Sometimes the person who really needs to hear something is different than the person who first heard it.  Sometimes a teacher can deliver a message through another person who has the ability to carry it without corrupting it.  I was not more than 13 years old when my dad told me this story. I remember thinking about Torkom’s answer, and wondering if my physical eyes could really burn holes in the wall of a building, with lasers?  Wouldn’t that be dangerous all the time? It seemed too far fetched to me.  How come I haven’t accidentally burn down our own house by now? I thought about how the news on TV has never talked about anyone having an accidental eye-laser-house-burning event, with the fire department being called and everything. I only just figured out a couple of years ago that he was referring to the Astral plane.  Since then I have tested this out, and I’ve seen that it really works.

The Last Time I Escaped

The last time I escaped from an Astral Jail on my own was kind of interesting. I was inside this jail, pondering my situation, when all of a sudden some of my thoughts connected themselves in a way they never had before – I’m trapped in a room by bad guys; if only I had a laser beam or something – suddenly it made sense to me!  I visualized two piercing-red-hot laser beams burning through the wall of the room I was in, and I turned my head to burn a line horizontally around the room.  I got about a quarter-way around the room when suddenly I heard a male voice right in my ear, super close to me, with his voice wavering from personal hurt, say:  “You… Fucker….”  It startled me, because I thought I was alone in this place; and besides, I never dream with curse words in my dreams for whatever reason; that voice clearly didn’t come from me! It definitely did not come from any Astral projection of my subconscious mind. I had personally hurt some being who was watching me being trapped in his jail.

And suddenly – I was wide awake, sitting up in bed.  I was free from the Astral jail.  I was so happy – I swore in that moment that if I was ever trapped like that again, I’d immediately burn the place with lasers again, as fast as possible to see how much damage I can do before I’m kicked out.

And I have never found myself caught in an Astral jail ever since.

Who Creates/Operates Astral Jails?

I feel that the being behind an Astral jail is some kind of evil intelligent entity who takes joy in watching others experience frustration and giving up.  But a very sensitive and intuitive person I know and trust in the physical world believes it is just a “trickster” having fun at other people’s expense. Still, I don’t like tricksters, and I will defeat any Astral jails I find myself in from now on.  I will slice them in half with my lasers and burn them to the ground.

A Tool For You

I am sharing this tip with you now so that you have a new tool in your arsenal, to help you avoid entire nights of wasted energy and time if you ever find yourself in an Astral jail. Living our lives in the physical world is hard enough without wasting all of our rejuvenating sleep-time with energy-draining events in the Astral plane that are out of our control.

It’s time to take back the night.


“But I Don’t Remember My Dreams”

Even if you don’t remember your dreams, you can still visit the higher worlds and probably do, most every time you are asleep.

My father was one of the most spiritually advanced people I know, and I am sure he visited the higher worlds regularly, but he didn’t remember 99.9% of his dreams. He would talk about this openly from time to time. I can only remember one time where he said he remembered a dream-experience he had the previous night. He told us all about it, multiple times, because it meant so much to him. Many other times he complained that he never remembers his dreams, never remembers his trips to the higher worlds and I always tried to reassure him that he certainly visited those places, he just couldn’t remember them in his physical waking life. Some people recall them easier than others.

After my father passed away, I know that he was so excited, he could move and dance and fly all around the place with lots of energy. I could tell that he was experiencing and enjoying his freedom, finally, after being freed from his ailing 80-some year old body. Later on when it was the right time, I met with him at night while I was sleeping, I believe we were on the Higher Mental plane at the time.  We talked face to face and I was relieved to see him so happy and full of life once again.

I vaguely remembered my meetings with him during the following days and weeks, when I went to sleep at night. Seeing him again so healthy and happy really helped me recover from his passing away. He meant so much to me as I was growing up during my childhood and early adulthood.