Some months back our friend Jurgen Ziewe posted about the possibility of moving through hypnagogia, that state which we often pass through on our way to and from sleep. Amusing fantasies, often cartoonish, featuring shifting casts of almost recognizable strangers and situations that often seem quite real yet usually beyond analysis. Jurgen had developed a method of focus which enabled him to enter that energy band and slip though it to self-guided projections. As I am always up for his pointers and suggestions I thought to give it a try.
On several occasions approaching sleep I found myself floating through that charming funhouse kaleidoscope yet somehow unable to project beyond it. An intriguing possibility that might be explored another time. That time turned out to be in hospital, recovering from a shockingly severe attack from my gall bladder. Large doses of painkillers can work wonders for the body’s aches and I surfed gently through the next few days, space cadet-like, much relieved at the seeming absence of suffering.
In and out of sleep and secondary naps all through the day and night, I was much amused by extended stays in that hypnagogic realm, without trying to push the envelope one way or the other. On one ‘occasion’ I found myself in what seemed like a small town community hall, as if I’d just walked in some door. A seated woman to my right was being chastised by about four others, for apparently, not using her original language/dialect and speaking in English. She hung her head in shame as the energy of spite showered about her.
I sat down beside her without fanfare. The hall was more or less full of people of what I sussed was a similar ethnicity. The room was noisy as if a meeting was about to be called to order. Of course they were all dead and looking for a new direction for their group. Individual variations were going to be discounted I could tell. I lent close and asked if she’d like to leave with me. She looked imploringly at me and nodded an assent. I took her by the hand and lead her through the crowd, many of whom seemed consumed by the energy of bickering. The vibe I got was ‘at least she’s got a man now’, so pairing off outside the tribe was tolerated.
I realized that this was not merely ethnically based, but an energy band on one of the lower levels where squabbling and resentments are a way of life, regardless of tribal affiliations. Like many sub-levels it’s a like-attracts-like, birds-of-a-feather scenario. I seemed to know where a side or back door was located and as my charge followed me dutifully and trusting we exited up and out through a set of steps. A yard of sorts greeted us, as if no-one had been bothered to ever tidy up. Scraps of this and that lay about. I head away into some denser scrub forest that slowly morphed into some sweet parkland with decorative fruit trees and tended grass. Soon cute picnic tables with fancy umbrellas over them appeared. Almost too cute for me but I knew it was to tempt my charge. I asked if she’d like to sit. She smiled warmly.
We sat and exchanged polite small talk. She definitely saw me as some kind gentleman, who might, just might, be courting her. As if on cue, a server appeared and asked if we’d care for some tea and cake. Of course. In seconds she disappeared and returned with a tray with fine china and cute little cakes. My charge was dazzled and acted as if she were a young girl out for a treat with grandad, knowing that the least faux pas could mean trouble later on. As we enjoyed our treats another couple appeared and settled at the closest table. Wasn’t this a real discovery they enthused. It sure was I added. Then I asked them to join us which they willingly did. Out for an afternoon stroll, they had no idea this rural hideaway was so close. The server returned and took their order. It looked as though the behind the scenes designers of this portable reality had modeled their design on some French Impressionist art depicting gay afternoon picnics. Astral helpers, straight from central casting, don’t ya just love them?
These two, soon joined by others, turned on the sociability and I was soon able to sneak off, waving to my charge, who now seem settled beyond any point of panic, and returned to some floaty fantasy space in that hypnagogic realm around my hospital bed. I knew what I had done and saw how it fulfilled Jurgen’s initial suggestion ages before.
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