Looking in on it from where I am now in time, the process of entering into this makes more sense. The picture is more complete. Years prior to a more total shift in consciousness I began bringing through the idea.. Speaking of it (somewhat ephemerally), penciling (somewhat remedially) images and graphs, teaching it in class while not even truly knowing -or knowing why.
Four years ago, in the summer of 2009 I was roused from my sleep near the 2am hour by a clear, distinct, male voice. By the time I am fully aware of what is happening the voice very simply, authoritatively booms “DO NOT DO THIS WITHOUT THE PHYSICAL BODY SYSTEM.” To whom the voice is booming I do not know, although a good many are in this moment discernibly present. These words echo through me still, as though an instant has not passed since.
Lucid dreaming is defined in various ways by various people –I find it beneficial to take all these in collectively, in order to see what could be understood as the current collective [planetary] growth curve and how the concept has accurate expressions that are both broad and narrow; on the narrow end it generally denotes what is modernly called “the personal field”; a private rather than public area of consciousness. A personal, rather than shared experience territory.
When I was first awakened to the Wider Reality, the first related phenomena I noticed in my normal state of being is that I immediately could not use my brain in the same way as before. There was a decided feeling to the area where it perceptually rests, and to my awareness, but behind this there seemed to be nothing. There was no data, what previously I would have called “my memory”. I no longer had the same access to it as before. This phenomena, although felt more acutely in the beginning because it was so new continues to this day.
In my first lucid dreams I feel sheer delight—no more—in the first three I wake up in there and, immeasurable joy bursting forth immediately squeal “I’m dreaming!”—throwing my arms out and falling back into the space behind me; I then shift straight back into physical awareness. When in this way I begin realizing that “waking up” is waking up to the fact that I am dreaming I never laughed so hard. I mean, after all the seriousness (seriously) what could be more funny.
Spheres within spheres within spheres….
Dreams within dreams within dreams—where does one end and another begin?
As a child and young adult I always remembered my dreams.. I remembered them, likely because waking up from them was such a process. They did not fade easily and my tendency for a period of time each morning was to walk in two worlds— it generally taking 20 minutes or so, once getting up for the day for the ‘additional’ environment to fade. This of course would leave me with a surprisingly clear awareness of the additional environment. What is curious, is that throughout the entire length of my childhood it was the same. It was the same dream, playing out every night from different sets of points. —Was my dreaming taking me into another lifetime?