Jesus Toast and PGeist stories

Found the ramblings of a skeptic in a newspaper yesterday. There were a few interesting photos and he mentioned a few interesting events without any references (for some, the name of the town / village was noted). A lot of thanks, happy Xmas and new year for him .. for his present. =P

He mentioned Jesus Toast, of which I didn't know anything before (someone had found the face of Jesus on a freshly toasted slice of white bread). Though, all I found on the web, was that one can now buy toasters that make Jesus Toast.

An interesting photo of a ghost, or rather, the ghostly appearance of an empty room being furnished and inhabitated by someone. One picture with a mist of orbs, too. One with some strange circle marks on the grass.

There was a picture of a poltergeist event in Võhma. Found a reference to it here (in Estonian though). There was a man, who lived alone. One day he came home and saw his table and chair on fire (the curtains and ceiling were also in flames). He quickly extinguished it with water and noticed that there were 2 strange cones on the table, burning with a low blue flame. The surface of the table was burnt around the cones, but undamaged where the cones had touched the table. One of the cones disappeared, the other "exploded".

Also found a poltergeist event on Para-web, while searching for the Võhma event. Spontaneous combustion of objects or air near the objects. The community seemed to have welcomed him as a fraud and his friends were convinced that he had lit his apartment himself. :(

Dad said there used to be a show "Monoloog tundmatuga" (Monologue with a stranger) when I was little. Looking for some archive videos or something, I stumbled upon a couple of rumors that the host had been told to stop the show, then 2 of his interviewees died and he stopped it. Couldn't find any videos, though, it seems that a lot of interesting stuff happened in Estonia back in the 70's - 90's.

Communications geisting

A few days ago, grandmother suddenly called, quite angry at me. It turned out that for them, Skype didn't show me online and for me, it didn't show them online. A fairly common bug, but caused hard feelings.

It worked after killing and restarting the Skype again. Without audio input though. Grandfather logged out, I tried again with the Echo service and it was working. Don't have a clue of what was wrong.

Called them next morning. Grandfather picks up .. I can't hear him at all. I call him once more. This time I can hear him, but he can barely hear me. No problems with other calls.

Would prefer to keep them healthy and well, as well as have the relationships in good shape.

Other than geisting, I've been tingling all over the body pretty much all the time. It's not as uncomfortable as when I arrived, but it's still pretty noticeable. Occasionally I feel floaty or close to weightless, almost like I used to.

Got to meditate some more =D

Angel and butterfly 2

K, finished a version of the angel drawing that I started quite a while ago.

Once at the summerhouse, I saw the shape of an angel with a butterfly in her hand. From a specific angle and correct lighting, the wood spots looked like this:

Angel on the ceiling

Based on the captured image, I sketched it on paper, scanned it in. Then vectorized and painted it in Gimp:

Angel with a butterfly.
A link to DeviantArt.

Lamp trataka and wind

Thought of practicing Trataka again yesterday. Happened to look out of the balcony door window, a bright street lantern was shining in from there. Thought why not, and started staring at the lamp. Wind rose, the tree branches that it lit up, swayed around. The street lamp blinked.

Thought it would be better to avoid pulsing it and focused on changing its color from yellow to bluish green. Couldn't quite get it to change colour though. Went to bed.

Woke up in the morning and just when I was about to turn around, I noticed that the street lamp was bluish white, with a slight greenish tint. When I came back in the evening, it was not lit .. had already broken it by staring at it just once =/.

Today I didn't feel like coming home by bus. Just thinking about it made me feel depressed. Decided to go on foot, even though my health is not 100% yet (some signs of the re-awoken pneumonia still left). Well, it looked all good until a buddy commented on the weather being inconvenient. Wind picked up, pushing me forward.

There was a chocolate wrapper on the street. Tried to levitate it, wind picked up, rolling it further. The gust of wind stopped and I tried again. The wrapper made a suspicious crackling sound and one of its edges lifted up maybe 5 cm (edit: now that I think about it, perhaps more like 3 cm). The edge descended to the ground, then wind picked up again and blew it away.

Enjoyed the wind some more and tried to shield against it. It seemed to have worked pretty ok.

There was uncomfortably much psi in my lower chakras. Laid myself down in bed and moved a bunch up into the crown.

Edit: One more fun thing happened today. A satellite team member dropped the cap of a marker. It fell on the table, bounced off, hit a chair, hit it once more, bounced off and hit the floor, then it came to me, jumping on its way. The scene looked pretty unlikely to happen and really fun to observe. We had a good laughter as I picked it up.

Wakeup from shutdown, again

Alarm rang at 8.30 again.

Thought I'd continue sleeping.

*DVD-ROM sound* Wtf? Quickly woke up and took the laptop out of its bag. The battery was empty and it was in stand-by. So, it had woken up from a total shutdown again. It probably drained the battery in the bag, fell into stand-by, woke up again and fell into stand-by once more, because the battery was empty.

Couldn't sleep anymore.

My chest started to hurt, worse than before. Focused on healing it and drank some tea.

The radiometer is still standing still, by the way.

Uncle's concert

Sister called and asked me to go to uncle's concert with her. I thought I would rather go home or something. Then about half an hour later, I had developed a great urge to go to the concert. Called her back and convinced her to come with me :).

Uncle looked slightly off at first. The place of a couple of his friends had burned down and they had gone to hospital. Also, his tumor was causing him a headache. We attempted to improve his confidence with pk. By the end of the first song, it was pretty good already.

The song content was pretty similar to the last one - related to self-healing and enlightenment. Made my biofield explode again, resulting in cold shivers and the feeling of my surroundings (other people, sound waves in the air, the church) as a part of my body. Thought I would enjoy the feeling of the violinist playing. *Sqeak* the amplifier started generating on the violinist's channel. I pulled back, focusing on the surroundings, rather. Targeted the row of candles next to them. Visualized the candle flames dancing in the rhythm of the music. The flames started dancing when I left them and focused on something else.

Had a supper with uncle later, talking on pk and healing subjects later. He said he really needed the concert himself and that he felt a lot better again. I also really enjoyed the concert and it gave me a lot of fresh motivation for healing my re-awoken pneumonia (seriously caught cold at the base course finishing ceremony again).

A lot of bouncing out of body while walking home later. I've started to feel becoming lightweight and floaty again. When I came back from service, I felt amazingly heavy on the stairs.

Random events 2

Once I was guarding the area in the barracks at night. Started seeing a lot of figures move up and down the stairs, back and forth in the hallways and stuff. The figures were transparent, but slightly brighter than their background. People moving around in their dreams? Or maybe I was dreaming with my eyes open (brain was repeating daily movements as a faint overlay)?

Bored at the hospital, I had an inspiring OBE / dream. Went to father and asked him what to draw. He showed me what came to his mind (snapshots from animated people and objects). He gave me ideas of what to draw for a week. Father didn't remember me visiting him though.

After an OBE attempt at the hospital, I found myself inside the body but detached. Found it strange but cool that my biofield had the shape of a spacecraft. Changed its orientation and moved myself around with it, feeling the obstacles (bed structure, walls, window) on the way. Fun to play with, but with all the excitement, I went back to remember the experience in detail.

Dreams dreams

Had an interesting dream a couple of nights ago. Father had gotten a job in a secret military project. He got me and a bunch of other guys into it as well. I never got to see the machinery I would've been working on, had to wake up and visit the toilet just in time. Anyway, the project seemed to cover weather manipulation and the induction of mass hallucinations for defense purposes. They ran a small scale test .. a cloud of bees appeared, swarming on a few test subjects. The test subjects apparently thought the bees were real. I stepped in and found the stinging pain unreal, as usual in a dream. As I understood, the system was modular and the core was a heavy metal cylinder that had a working radius of a few hundred kilometers.

Some days earlier I had a random dream where the atmosphere suddenly changed. I found a few dark words and signs on random objects in the dream. It caught my attention and I became curious as to why there were such symbols and stuff all over the objects (bunk beds and metal lockers). Then the atmosphere changed again - just as if the dream designers were switched or something (the feeling of presence changed). Suddenly the dream no longer felt gloomy and the words and signs had disappeared. Can't remember what the dream was about though.

Final journey

The evening before the final journey (52 km in full gear + 40 kg of backpack at a pretty high speed), I wished for a nice weather and that there wouldn't be many gravel roads (loose rocks tend to mess up my feet). Next morning it's snowing heavily. At first I was disappointed, but after a 100 m of walking on the gravel roads, I realized my wish had actually come true - thanks to snow, there were barely any loose rocks and the road was soft for the feet.

After 20 km and back at the camp, we were all wet and I wished there would be sunshine for the next 32 km. A couple of minutes later I noticed that the sky was clear. Next morning we set off with a nice sunshine. The downside was that the road was covered in ice and the dry pair of shoes were not too comfortable (the ones that had so far always messed up my feet).

Decided not to shout for any pauses myself. Kept poking the lieutenant and other guys with the thought "Pause" until we got one and I could set the backpack and stuff correctly again (it always got loose, started peeling the hips or fell on the shoulders with all its weight). At some point, I decided to quit because of the hips, shoulders and feet. I thought: "I'll quit at the next stop." After maybe 3 km, I thought: "Yup, I'll quit even if it's the last stop and even if it's still 10 km." Well, at the stop, the only problem was that it was the last stop and there was only about 10 km to go so that the lieutenant did not allow anyone to quit. I finished the journey, but didn't achieve anything in my mind.

One thing that I noticed on the journeys was that even my subconscious was "lying" to me. Have a strong feeling that the finish is 250 m behind that bush. I reach that bush, it says it's 400 m behind the next left turn. I reach the turn and the same stuff goes on..

There was one way to withstand the pain (usually the bottoms of the feet or hips) - walking in a meditative state with focus outside of the body. I was always too tired for levitation or pk training during the journeys.

Random events 1

During the first week in service, I had a "Deja Vu" while looking at the table of complaints in our room. Unpacked the feeling and looked around. It was 11th of November and I had been away for a long time. A lot had happened while I was away. Now that I was back, there were only a few weeks left before the end of the base course.

It came true with the exception that I got out of hospital on November 15th, not on 11th.

Once we went to a local basketball match with the guys. Visualized the feeling of being the ball, the players and  hoops. It was pretty fun to play with for an hour or so, having close to 80% of shots go as visualized. Though, I eventually got tired and the game got out of control .. a lot of fouls followed.

The shooting camp was also interesting in a way. By the end of the camp, I felt where I hit the target. Usually forgot to visualize the hits before pulling the trigger though - I think this would've improved it a lot further.

Base course

Finished the base course and now there's a bit more freedom again.
Thanks to everyone for your support! It helped me a lot =).

It was pretty depressive at first. According to some of my roommates, the conditions were worse than in prison. Well, for me it changed after the first week - the second week was quite cheery already and I was in the mood for some pk practice. Telepathic influence on the drill sergeants, a little bit of weather manipulation and some healing as well. Weather manipulation and healing almost always worked, telepathic influence was successful on maybe half of the attempts or so.

Pretty often when I thought something in the lines of: "Bah, I don't want to clean the toilet again, they always put me in there on cleaning days." Then something similar happened: "5 of you shall stack firewood in the rear. You, you and you too."

One day the chiefs lined us up, took our locker keys, threw them all around the corridor and gave us some minutes to be back in line with our keys. I memorized the key pattern just before handing it over and thought: "Now, how could I possibly find my key from the scattered 40 in time. There are holes in the floor, what if some of the keys fell in there?" With everyone running around recklessly, I saw someone pick up a key and put it on the table. Walked up to the table and took the key .. recognized the pattern, it was mine. The first key! That really blew my mind =D.

After the 2nd week, I understood what the drunk stranger had meant. Suddenly fell ill with pneumonia and spent almost half of the service (a month) in hospital. That was pretty nasty, but allowed me for more practice time with psi, a lot of time to practice sketching and read tech magazines. Then Mom sent an SMS from Spain: "Now you've had enough rest. You should continue." =D Shortly after that, the doctor let me out again.

While ill, I realized how many entities there are around us. There were hundreds of them sharing tips on how I can recover better. I think there are a lot of them observing our lives, while waiting for their (re-)birth.

All in all, I found that I still have problems with my own psychology. The most difficult challenge was to reprogram myself into liking something that I did not like at all. Also, when I managed to convince myself that I can do something, I'll do it and heck, I'll even enjoy it .. then I witnessed "miracles".