Lucid Dreaming Facebook Group

Greetings fellow lucid dreamers and Warrior Travelers! 

Please feel free to join our lucid dreaming Facebook group about lucid dreaming, astral projection, out of body experiences and astral travel. We cover all kinds of topics, so join in the discussions! Here is the link: The Twin Positions. 

There are only a couple rules. First, all topics need to be centered around either lucid dreaming, astral projection, astral travel and out of body experiences. And, please keep this in mind: If the comments to a post stray off course into anything other than the topics above, the entire post may be deleted. This is not a new age group, religious group, etc., etc. Please keep posts AND replies on target!  

Second, no posts asking people to direct message you, email you, etc. There are too many scammers, and I don't want to be responsible if you get scammed. 

Advertising is okay in the group, as long as you post something meaningful to the topics of the group. Posting about another group, mailing list, etc., just to grab members is NOT acceptable.

Third, if you are new to lucid dreaming and astral projection, out of body experiences, etc., etc., and have questions about what the heck these concepts are, please scroll down the posts and see if your questions have already been asked and answered. 

It may sound grumpy of me to ask this, yet as we have over 16,000 members with around 50 new members per day, the basic question of, "What is lucid dreaming?" or "how do I astral travel?" have been asked many, many times. Please do us all a favor and search the group and scroll!

Fourth - Please just use your common sense when posting. To the best of your ability, use proper grammar. Try and clarify the question in your own mind prior to posting it. 

This is a group for mature adults. Please behave that way!

Enrique 

The Twin Positions lucid dreaming group

What are You Going to Do?

Yesterday, my associate got killed. And then she got killed again. And again.

Nahual Dreaming...

She was in her house, and an assassin broke in, armed with knives. She reacted and took another knife, but one instant too late.

She saw her blood and felt the infinite shame of defeat and outrage.

Only it didn't happen, because, just when the man was about to kill her, none other than Florinda Donner-Grau entered the house, kicked the villain on the back and stabbed him with the TWO knives that she was holding, one in each hand, killing him ipso facto. All this was done in one single, efficient and beautiful movement. It might have been a combination of impeccably executed magical passes.

Only it did happen, because Florinda showed her the scene, in slow motion, over and over again. The assassin broke in, my associate took the knife and reacted one instant too late. The assassin stabbed her. She saw herself lying on a pool of blood, feeling the infinite shame of defeat and outrage.

Over and over, in slow motion.

Florinda Donner-Grau spoke:

"Why didn't you react? Why are you waiting to be recognized by us?"

"You are as quick as I am."

"It's so simple. It's always there, right in front of you. Let yourself go."

"What are you going to do when we are gone?"

"What are you going to do?"

Over and over. She couldn't answer.

"Don't follow us. BE us."

"Don't look for us. BE us."

"Don't try to be recognized by us. Recognize yourself."

"You ARE me. You can do what I can do. YOU."

"What are you going to do?"

I was awake around the time this happened. It was late night. I was listening to some music in my room, at a low volume. I live far away from my associate's home. A person that lives with me came suddenly rushing up the stairs and asked me what was happening. He looked very alarmed and short of breath.

"Didn't you hear?” he asked.

"No. What?"

"Screams."

We went out to the terrace. The streets were empty. There was no one at the house's door.

"What were the screams like?" I asked.

"It sounded as if someone was fighting, or..."

Another person in the house had also heard them, and she was scared and worried.

They had been really loud screams, apparently coming from a terrified person asking for help.

I instantly thought of my associate, for some mysterious reason. She is an impeccable warrior. I Saw that there was nothing to be worried about, but also that something had definitely happened. I discussed all this with her this morning, while having breakfast in a restaurant. Her beautiful eyes glowed with joy and silent understanding. She is very much alive and kicking, thank you. At least in this world.

When she finished relating her Nahual Dreaming, I told her what had happened later.

Since I was thinking of her, I asked the person who came upstairs if it had been a man's voice.

"No. It was a woman", he replied.

"What was she shouting?"

There was a brief silence.

"She was shouting your name...'Enrique!'"

What are you going to do?

Lucid Dreaming In Church

Lucid dreaming and driving last night (which is in and of itself and interesting experience,) I passed a local Christian church that's just a couple of miles from home. I noticed a large banner they had strung out in the landscaping listing the days and times of services. I looked at the time on the truck dashboard and noticed that it was just two minutes until the next service. I'm not a religious man, yet thought, 'what the hell?' and decided to flip a U-turn and head into the service.

I made sure no on-coming traffic was heading my way and flipped a huge U-turn across four lanes of road. As I was lucid Dreaming it was amazing how much I 'felt' in regards to driving, the shift in weight as I turned the truck, etc., etc. I whipped into the church parking lot and found a parking space way in the back. (It's a popular place!) I got out of the truck quickly and jogged up to the entrance. I was late!

As I entered the lobby and then the main worship area, the nave I think it's called, I was a bit startled to see that it was completely deserted. Empty! Where was everyone? The parking lot was full of vehicles! I'm not shy, and since I made the choice to attend, I went straight to the front and sat down in the front row to see what was going on and get a bird’s eye view. Once I got settled in, this seemed to be a signal, THEN the people began flooding in. I sat and 'people watched' for at least a good half hour in 'dream time'. I kept checking my phone to see the time, and it seemed as accurate as 'waking time'. 

Then the Minister came out to deliver his sermon. He talked and talked about which I've now forgotten, some section of the Bible he'd chosen to discuss. There was no standing or singing like I'd seen in other churches. Just lecture. I quickly drew bored of this and went back to people watching. I scanned the entire audience, then decided to switch from looking to 'seeing.' There was not an energy generating being in the whole crowd! All phantoms coming to confess their sins. At this I chuckled, and went back to listening to the preacher.

I then decided to 'see' the Minister and received a shock; he was an IOB (Inorganic being)! He had a particular energy to him that both swirled and moved in waves. The colors were a rich blue moving into an intense orange. At one point I became a bit disturbed; wondering why is this IOB lecturing a bunch of phantoms? I became more and more restless, finally culminating in me voicing my intent, shouting out, "Show me your mask!" straight at the preacher. The entire scene changed into what I can only describe as Jesus or God as the preacher, with the entire background filled with a plethora of soft, soothing colors. The entire audience roared with approval. I could certainly 'feel' the appeal. I felt good, content. Yet, I knew this was only a part of the appeal...And I was still dreaming. 

After everyone calmed down, the audience, the preacher/Jesus/God-like figure continued on with his Sermon. Once again, after several minutes of his 'preaching,' I became bored and figured I'd try another voicing of intent. I then bellowed out, "Show me your other mask!" As quickly as the first change occurred this one did as well. It's as if the old, nice, scene melted away into a typical scene of 'hell.' It was dark black with a hue of red. The preacher turned into some devilish creature with a body made of black and red eyes. This caused unrest and chaos among the phantom/attendees. It's as if panic struck every single attendee, as if someone had shouted, "Fire!" In the blink of an eye everyone had departed leaving me sitting in my pew once again gazing up at the preacher/lucifer.

We stared at each other for several minutes. My Dreaming attention was still strong, yet I knew that this IOB's attentive capacity was stronger. I knew I needed to do something...but what? The IOB 'spoke' first, asking, "Would you like to see my other masks?" I smiled and replied, "No thank you; I'm already familiar with all the illusions you have, all the games you play." 'It' just stared back at me, waiting. I felt as if we were in a duel. Whose attention would falter first? I waited for what seemed to be just the right moment then bellowed out again, straight at this IOB with unbending intent, "Show me THE TRUTH!"

Everything dissolved, myself included. I felt I was floating within infinity. There was no 'me' per se', just a point of awareness/consciousness. I knew I was just floating along, or within, the dark sea of awareness that Carlos Castaneda described in his books. I 'felt' neither good nor bad, just whole, residing in God-Mind. There was nothing to do, no- where to go. It's as if I was truly experiencing 'living in the moment' that so many speak of in waking.

I have no reference of 'time' spent in this state, other than when I checked my watch as mentioned above, yet at a certain point I had a familiar feeling from far way. I ignored it at first, yet it persisted. At one point, I decided to 'follow it' and see what this ... sensation? was. I had moved back within my physical body, yet still lucid dreaming. I knew what this sensation was; I had to go pee! I woke myself up, went to the bathroom, and decided to start my day.

As I drove to work today and passed the Christian church, I couldn't help but smile. One of these days I'm going to 'act out' exactly what occurred in Dreaming.

One of these days...

Enrique

The Dreamer and The Dream

Nonresistance is the key to the greatest power in the universe.  Through it, consciousness (Spirit) is freed from its imprisonment in form.  Inner nonresistance to form – whatever is or happens – is a denial of the absolute reality of form. What? How does that work?

Resistance makes the world and the things of the world appear more real, more solid, and more lasting than they are, including your own form identity, the ego.  It endows the world and the ego with a heaviness and an absolute importance that makes you take yourself and the world very seriously. The play of form is then misperceived as a struggle for survival, and when that is your perception, it becomes your reality.  

The many things that happen, the many forms that life takes on, are of an ephemeral nature.  They are all fleeting.  Things, bodies and egos, events, situations, thoughts, emotions, desires, ambitions, fears, drama... they come, pretend to be all important, and before you know it, they are gone, dissolved into the nothingness out of which they came.  Were they ever real?  Were they ever more than a Dream, the Dream of form?  

When we wake up in the morning, the night's Dream dissolves, and we say, “Oh, it was only a dream. It wasn't real.”  But something in the Dream must have been real otherwise it could not be.  When death approaches, we may look back on our life and wonder if it was just another dream.  Even now you may look back on last year's vacation or yesterday's drama and see that it is very similar to last night's dream.  

There is the Dream, and there is the dreamer of the Dream. The Dream is a short-lived play of forms.  It is the world – relatively real but not absolutely real.  Then there is the dreamer, the absolute reality in which the forms come and go.  The dreamer is not the person.  The person is part of the Dream.  The dreamer is the substratum, in which the Dream appears, that which makes the dream possible.  It is the absolute behind the relative, the timeless behind time, the consciousness in and behind form.  The dreamer is consciousness itself – who you are.  

To awaken within the Dream is our purpose now. When we are awake within the Dream, the ego created earth drama comes to an end and a more benign and wondrous Dream arises.

Enrique

Where Am I Going To Put It?

Realizations from Dreaming on self importance and person history and how they hold me back from the totality of self. 

Where am I going to put it?

I remember...

I remember the nightmare.

At the end, surrounded by monsters, I could smell my own body rotting.

I couldn't get out of bed. My teeth ached unbearably.

They cut the power in my house because we had no money to pay for electricity.

My son died.

Awareness into the wind.

I took it back, as only I can use it for freedom, because it was pure.

I remember the nightmare. I fought demons, and furious beasts, and monsters.

I fought them because my pockets were filled with my own stupidity, with the currency of hell, with the keys to ignorance.

I had my pockets filled with judgments, with rush, with sorrow and worries. With hysteria and schizophrenia.

My pockets were full of ME.

But I would give my life to see your eyes glow with this infinite joy.

Don't you just see them? Standing there in line, all the way back to times still to come. Their eyes glow with fierce, unending joy.

Warriors...

Thousands of them.

Out there.

Where are you?

What do you call hell?

Home?

What's life? Life, it's one flapping of a butterfly's wings. It's this here and this now.

Who's going to live forever?

I've seen a room full of tigers moving in perfect synchronicity. Silent tiger’s with butterfly wings.

I've seen them roar their way out of hell and tear its sordid walls down with the powerful silence of this roar.

They roar in unison, as one.

And they fly as one.

THE Warrior.

Those eyes... those eyes. Those smiles, those claws ripping the wind.

The stars are in a war for freedom.

Where am I going to put all this joy?

Not even my tears will hold it.

I'm going to put it in my pockets, because they are empty now.

Enrique

The Silver Bullet Talk

It is tradition that with the coming of a New Year we create in our minds a cross-road of introspection between the past and the future.  

It is therefore common that we reflect upon the unaccomplished resolutions to which we committed last year, and without greater self-analysis call ourselves 'flakey' and 'undisciplined' and continue to declare new resolutions for the following year, resolutions that will similarly remain unattained.  

It seems we can thus pass an entire lifetime without putting in the work to obtain more lucid dreams, without learning the new ‘latest and greatest’ we wish to learn, without playing the instrument of our dreams, without spending more time with our families, etc., etc.

As an existential strategist, father and friend I often find myself engaging individuals who, year after year, have seen their lives go by and (now desperate) wish me (or anyone) to rescue them with a few chosen words of solace or inspiration.  Now-a-days I dare not post about any ‘personal’ matters due to the fact that I’m asked a ton of questions looking for instant solutions. This is frequently when I offer my ‘Silver Bullet’ talk, which goes something like this: 

The European Medieval tradition relates that a gunshot with a silver bullet is the most certain and reliable method of killing a lycanthrope, that is, a 'werewolf,' that diabolic figure that for centuries terrorized the existence of a superstitious people who believed in supernatural beings and therefore in magical solutions that would end the same. 

For most of us the days have passed in which we feared werewolves, placed gargoyles on our rooftops to ward off evil spirits, and lined the entrances of our homes with rings of garlic to fend off vampires.  Nonetheless, the concept of a 'silver bullet' as a metaphor for a quick, effective, and effortless solution to a challenging and resilient problem remains and persists.   

Logically the expression is often applied with skepticism, sarcasm, and irony:  although it is common that problems manifest that are as gloomy and overwhelming as werewolves,' rarely do they present with 'silver bullets' as solutions. 

Nevertheless, in today's world this is what people seek most: an immediate solution with a minimum amount of inconvenience.  

We want to lucid dream and have out of body experiences, yet do next to nothing to attain them.

We want to lose weight but continue eating sweets, drinking beer, ingesting fats, and only exercising from the couch to the bed, from the bed to the table, from the table to the car, from the car to the office, and from the office to the couch.  

We want our relationships with our significant others to improve, but without self-compromise and only as a result of indicating the improprieties and defects our partner exhibits as prerequisites to our relational bliss.  

We want our youth to stop taking drugs, but without our having to stop consuming alcohol or nicotine, which constitute, by far, the two drugs that cause the most social and economic damage.  

We want our societies to be safer, cleaner, more prosperous, even more beautiful, but we continue to delegate our civic duty to a class of professional politicians who year after year deceive us with words only to later disappoint us with deeds.  

We want to understand the self, personal power, ego, personal history and self importance, yet provide only a fleeting ‘goings over’ of attention to The Work that assists in this understanding.  

In short: We want the silver bullet that kills the 'werewolves' of our existence and that changes our lives, our relationships, and our circumstances but without the effort of changing our own perspectives, attitudes, and behaviors. 

During these days of festivities, celebrations, promises and reflections, take a few moments to contemplate upon your lives, your families, your neighborhoods, your societies and countries, and if you find defects and problems therein, think about the following:  

If you are not part of the solution you are the problem; and when you search for 'silver bullets' to solve your problems, know that you do not have to look beyond yourself to find the werewolves that terrorize your own existence. 

Wishing you all a Happy and Prosperous Holiday Season and New Year, 

Enrique

What is an Out of Body Experience?

In this post I will do my best to define what an out of body experience is; commonly known as an OBE or an OOBE. 

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What is Astral Projection?

In this post I will do my best to explain what astral projection is.

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What is Astral Travel?

In this post I will do my best to define what astral travel is. 

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The Lucid Dreaming Manifesto - Warrior of Dreams Blog

Hello!

The first post here on the new Lucid Dreaming Manifesto - Warrior of Dreams blog! 

What is this blog about?

Lucid Dreaming - Astral Travel - Astral Projection - Out of Body Experiences - Dreaming Awake - Mirror Gazing or Scrying - and just about anything else I can find that alters our awareness or consciousness. In the terms of Carlos Castaneda, any shifts or movements of the assemblage point. I will get to explaining what the assemblage point (AP) is in a different post. Or not. I've recently gone 'further,' past Castaneda's storytelling (fiction or not,) and have found much better material, to be more accurate. 

I will post my own experiences here. I will also post about how to obtain these states to the best of my ability. I will also attempt to share others experiences here as well. I will list information and links to their websites, books, blogs, etc. This is by no means just for 'me' and my ramblings.  

I hope this helps explain what the Lucid Dreaming Manifesto - Warrior of Dreams blog is all about! If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact me in the contact boxes all over this blog. Here is my e-mail as well. 

Enrique - Zamurito - Self-Healed Madman - nahualdreaming@gmail.com