Late March/Early April 2018
Randomly waking up at 2 in the morning, just to go back to sleep and then have a lengthy dream about how you really need sleep or you’re going to be tired is fucking hilarious. No really, I woke up in the middle of the night and it took me a sec to to get back to sleep, then had a long dream about how I needed to get sleep. I then woke up completely refreshed and laughing my ass off because it was such a surreal experience. The most significant thing about this dream though was that when I eventually went back to bed in the dream, I immediately realized I was dreaming. When the dream went lucid though, rather than flying around as is my typical practice, I instinctively reached into my dream bed and pulled out a large multi-screen tablet like contraption. As I stared at the multiple screens, I realized that I should be able to potentially jump into any of these realities, as it’s something I’d been shown in another vision a few years ago. Once I pulled up the dimension hopping device though, I fairly quickly woke up and started laughing rather than contemplating the significance of what I’d just experienced.
The dimensional portal thing didn’t seem important initially, but it really is sort of a breakthrough. For pretty much as long as I can remember I instantly start flying upon going lucid, but that involves looking at the imaginal world in a very materialistic way as I’m now realizing. Clearly I’d want to fly around in the same mistaken way we think outer space is anything other than a metaphor for the higher astral realms and why we have a space program rather than an inner space program. The expanse is not outward but inward, which maybe explains why flying around realms I’m seemingly creating as I explore has in fact been a bit limiting I must confess. I was shown years ago that this is like looking in the mirror, and I’m starting to get it. Rather than go out and up, I probably need to go deeper in and engage in some Rick and Morty style portal jumping I suppose. Makes perfect sense really, but I haven’t been able to replicate or explore this potentiality since unfortunately.
On a similar front, in a weed trance not long after I get into the zone where my higher self takes over the trance state. I’m being shown how eventually I’m going to connect to a much larger psi grid, and the concept of doing this to help achieve internal godhood is fleshed out once again. I’m looking at a natural environment of my own creation and sort of elevating sections of it while tweaking the parameters, which are all gloriously artful. Our natural environment was created by a God in much the same manner I’m currently creating this one I imagine. There seem to be sort of templates I can unconsciously pull from based on pre-existing psychic terrain. Always a fun experience.
Other experiences of note included once again encountering incredibly dark horror movie imagery in a meditational state. At this point I’m well aware what this means though, and no, it’s not that I’m under demonic attack. I haven’t been practicing my sorcery enough so these entities are here to ensure that I do. No different than like a personal trainer yelling at you to work the fuck out I suppose. I even know specifically that they want me to be turning my inner world into music to vanquish the unpleasantness, because it’s something that was explained to me a while back. On that front, since I’d been working on the mixing of my new album (which is done, album is currently being mastered) I had tons of material to work with.
I had been shown in a vision a few days prior how important making music is to my holistic spirituality, and here it’s blatantly obvious. The second I start turning my inner world into cascading washes of guitar noise and keyboard oscillations, the darkness recedes. Sort of funny though that at several points during the sesh I somehow drift and forget what I’m supposed to be doing, only to be reminded by encroaching horror. Then I turn myself into sound and dart right back into blissville. I have zero clue why low level sigil magickians don’t emphasize the importance of turning oneself into sound in the imaginal realms. I mean, particularly important for a musician, but I’ve been increasingly shown that this is far more powerful than art visualization exercises.
On a final note, in another meditational sesh I’m told that I need to work on “keeping the bad shit inside”, which proved to be amazingly pertinent as a few days later I find myself being sort of a dick on social media on a couple occasions. Oh yeah, that’s what I’m supposed to be working on, huh. Sort of my take on spirituality as a whole. If we can expand the human imagination to the point where we can work out our darkest fantasies in inner worlds where their karmic impact is nil, we can use the release of this imaginal space to create an outward utopia. We’re already sort of doing this with our art, but even that can backfire when refracted through the minds of morons. Some of that stuff needs to never enter states shared consciousness in the first place.