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The goal of this blog is to motivate myself and others for further practice as well as provide details that might explain what's going on..


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Local news highlight

A man with two knives attacked a police officer at Freedom Square, Tallinn. The officer fired 3 warning shots and then hit his chest, killing him. It's cold outside and he was barefoot and wearing just a sweater and shorts. Witnesses claimed that he had "Stupid" written on his forehead, a rope around his neck and that he looked confused. He had BSc in Computer Science from UT, MSc in Computing from University of York and worked as a consultant for a company that is planning to automate governments. Moreover, he was the brother of one of the cofounders of TransferWise. His recent posts on Facebook and Twitter contained cryptic messages about artificial intelligence and mind-control.

This world could be improved a lot in so many aspects, that's for sure .. but running towards police officers with knives is definitely not going to improve anything.

Monday, October 30, 2017

Dream: Shielding

Background

Posted this on the forum yesterday:
Related to the Otherlife movie, which reminded me of some old dreams from perhaps 10 years ago or so.
All of them had a "dungeon master" presence or some kind of a being that had designed the dream and observed my behaviour. The dreams were always designed to keep me preoccupied with something for a specific amount of time (until the alarm, typically). Some examples of what they tried:
  • Taking my own memories of places, other people and trying to create drama in there. Their representations of the places and people were always off, though.
  • Taking my memory of a place, and putting something in there that would catch my attention. For example, a piece of electronics or some kind of schematics or something. These guys did not know electronics nor could they draw schematics. They also tried with mystical-looking languages but rushed and also messed up with those.
  • Suppressing my memories and stuffing me into a cell, smirking to see if I can find my way out.
  • Replacing my memories with fake ones, confronting me and pointing out that I've done something bad. They then observed the internal conflict, hoping that I would take the bait.
These guys were pretty pissed at me because of how complicated I made their task. At least, that's what their emotions betrayed. They always had to come up with new dreams in order to avoid me waking up because it was their job. One night I woke up with the body still half-asleep and caught someone whispering things to the subconscious mind. Haven't had anything of the sort ever since.

Except for a bit different case, perhaps. Woke in a pretty dark realm with memories replaced. Lived in a wooden building and the townsfolk had figured out I was a witch or something, and came with pitchforks and torches and stuff. Created a chain of portals, each one to as bright a realm as I could imagine. About 30 portals later, I could remember that I had simply gone to bed and fallen asleep.

Has anyone else had similar dreams?

Shielding

Went to bed, visualizing myself in a warm pool of psi. Woke in some kind of a room with red walls. Sensed the intent of a psychic attack. Drew shields and maintained focus for until the focus of the attacker waned. Woke up and checked time. It was about 3 AM, I think. Fell asleep again and experienced very bright and vivid dreams up until the morning. Flew around a lot, had fun discussions with people and stuff. Each time I woke up, I saw the grid of light overlay. Even though I hadn't slept much, I felt pretty refreshed.

Varia


Minor precognition. Thought of taking headphones and listening to music while on the bus but felt like another colleague was going to take the bus. Enjoyed a nice discussion.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Small things

Shadow, probably Wednesday

Finished a letter before going home. By the time I got it done, it was nearly pitch-black dark. The wind was somewhat chilly.

I was briefly thinking about my age when I saw a shadow move and heard a lot of leaves rustling on the other side of the road. Stopped .. still rustling. Clapped, then pointed phone backlight in the direction. A car came soon after.

Not sure if my eyes played tricks on me or it was indeed something large (like a deer, a boar or something).

Water meters

On thursday evening I thought I would take smartphone photos of the water meters again. Reached for the phone and apparently it was smart enough to start the camera so that I didn't have to press any buttons. Handy geist.

Sorry

Watched Otherlife yesterday. An awesome movie in many ways (experiences != brain chemistry, people by themselves decide when to leave, brain chemistry and mind manipulation can be overcome, etc.). On the other hand, they did use the eMotiv headset wrong, they programmed shaders not nanobots and the code looked a bit spaghetti. At about 60% I was about to be disappointed in the movie but then things turned.

Anyway, visited an old friend for tea in the evening. Had missed several of the tea evenings he proposed (lacked time, then forgot and all sorts of pathetic reasons). Anyway, we discussed stuff and at around 1 AM we got to quantum mechanics. He described a paper about quantum teleportation in a chip. I described the Chinese QUESS mission. Then casually mentioned that it pretty much smacks my old quantum mechanics lecturer in the head. That felt so wrong. I suspect that it actually manifested. A couple of seconds later, the lights went dark for a split-second. Sorry.

While writing this, heard these lyrics: "and she's a slave to the smack and once you gone, can't come back".

Sunday, October 22, 2017

OBE self-healing attempt

Dream: Quarantine

Somewhere in Russia, a village was suddenly quarantined. There had been a base nearby, so the place had a lot of fences and cameras. Some of the people still in the village were getting desperate due to having been cut off for a long time. Found that the soil and groundwater had been polluted with radioactive waste.

Dream: Short chat with grandpa

Friday marked a week since the funeral. Like clockwork, grandpa showed up in a dream that morning. I was minding someone's business in the summerhouse living room when grandpa poofed in. We had a chat on subjects that I forgot on wake-up. He left as suddenly as he appeared. I think he took something, held it and poofed away so that the object fell to the floor. Probably spun before hitting the ground to make it even more cool. Grandpa was roughly the same age as his photo at the funeral. All in all, he was happy and energetic.

Dad's visit

Dad visited to check the progress with his old laptop and show MacBook Pro. The graphics artist, structural engineer, electronics engineer and audiophile in me approved it. The touch bar is awesome, though, somehow very familiar from somewhere (immediately associated with dad). The structure is solid though pretty heavy, very good thermal design, amazingly clear sound for such small openings, very good display. Although the keyboard is good as well, it's not meant for programming, though.

Err .. got sidetracked. Asked if he also saw grandpa on Friday. He said grandpa is inside him. Makes sense.

He also mentioned an interesting observation about his brother's reincarnation. Just a year old and with the motorics of an adult. Very fast and very accurate movements. Perhaps reincarnating fast comes with a few perks.

We discussed some of the concepts and ideas from my dreams and stuff. He talked about his OBE 20+ years ago again. Although I had heard the story many times, this time I saw it differently. Back then he had somehow gotten the following task:
  • Astral travel to work, go to 2nd floor, enter a room with some kind of balloons or something and make a mess. The balloons had to be tipped over so that they would explode when nobody is in the room.
He had tried many times but due to his preconceptions he could not learn psychokinesis (and failed to tip the balloons) in time. A girl lost her eyes and one of her arms.

Not the brightest memory for starting out in OBE and PK.

OBE: Healing

Meditated, then took a nap. Got vibrations from the head downwards. Pulled out head-first, sat on the edge of the bed and started touching different surfaces to maintain lucidity. Touched the floor, then the cupboard from bottom up. By the time I reached the edge of the mirror, I was also seeing around in first person. Never opened my eyes, though .. it was as if the eye lids gradually became transparent. Looked around, then glanced into the mirror. Actually saw my own image there, as if I had a real body. Looked like I was wearing something gray that was different from anything in the wardrobe. Anyway, I also looked outside and noticed that the sun was shining through the clouds a bit brighter than how I previously saw it with the body. All objects in the room were in the place they were supposed to be. Turned towards the body, slightly afraid of popping right back. The body was not clear. It looked like a dark foggy something. Black aura. Started cleaning it, but popped back soon.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Tulpas => Bugs

Dream: Bugs

Rose from bed to look at a bug crawling around on the floor. Started seeing more and more bugs of various kind. All of them carried some kind of an emotion or picture with them, which I think indicated that they're physical manifestations of thoughtforms. Specific kinds of thoughtforms. For example, there were ants that seemed to have had a piece of my mind, acting out some thoughts that I've had. Similar to how some Amazonas tribes started ceremonies where they built mock-up planes imitating the arrival of Gods. The simpler astral entities (in this case, bugs) were imitating my thoughts that I had carelessly just left somewhere.

Oh, woke up for real and an hour later a fruit fly wanted to play, and then landed on the spot where I first saw a bug in the dream.

Random thought: ancient UI

Yesterday evening it occurred to me that I was thinking of user interfaces from a functional art perspective. Perhaps back in the ancient times, user interfaces were art that was functional? For example, a bowerbird (likes to collect blue things) for a data logging application. Its eyes could indicate that it's connected to hardware, its feathers (or their shine) or some kind of blue dots could indicate data acquisition. Hovering mouse over its eye might cause a transparent popup with status and info of the device connected. Clicking on the eye could disconnect the device. Stroking a new line on the feathers might create another data path (new measurement channel or whatnot). And so on, so on.

Random thought: Cyclic time

It was also yesterday evening that I happened to entertain the idea of cyclic time. What if there was no past and future but just an infinite cycle? For example, what if Atlantis not only was but will be (again). Or perhaps the ancient artifacts are remnants of the future?

Pretty absurd, but I think that was one of the ideas referenced in Star Wreck.

In any case, this would put an interesting twist on the concepts of karmic cycles and reincarnation.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Lesson about the body

Was quite tired yesterday. Took a 30 min nap during the day and hit deep sleep within just a few minutes. Woke up to check the clock and hit deep sleep again within just a minute or two. Went to bed early.

Dream: Internals (graphic content, from an engineer's perspective)

At the summerhouse, with the flat-stack of a satellite. In other words, a bunch of different subsystems connected with cables. In the dream, all the PCBs were connected with white ribbon cables. The flat-stack was powered on and some kind of test were going on. LEDs were blinking and stuff. The usual.

A small lamb walked next to the flat-stack and laid down. Aunt is a vet. She came to check the lamb and "opened" the lamb in half (WTF?) without damaging it, just to show me something. High similarity to the horse scene in The Cell (aunt found the scene highly disturbing), except for the split axis. Anyway, judging the content from a neutral point of view. Both the lamb and the flat-stack were laid out in an identical manner. Both were powered on and in idle mode. Obviously instead of LEDs, the lamb had other kinds of indicators. Connectors were different as well. Noticed a great similarity between the nerves in the spinal column and the ribbon cables of the flat-stack. I think the spinal cord and its connections to all the lamb subsystems was what the dream was supposed to highlight to me.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Funeral

Several wondrous synchronicities, manifestations. Got lucky with ferries and their timing, especially because there was going to be a racing event on the island during the weekend. We had a workshop, and it later turned out that we only got the room because the lady at the reception had made a mistake.

In general, I remember noticing from within the dreams that the dreams are gradually falling apart. The light shines through the dreams quite bright, and there are less and less dreams of being entangled to something.

There was also a dream where I taught lucid dreaming to another dreamer. An inspiring sentence. Forgot what it was, though.

A cousin had trouble with forgetting things. His dad suggested him to practice mnemotechnics. Described a few methods to him.

Dream: Jing leaking into dream body


After purposefully leaking jing each week, managed to get the body cleansed enough. Skipped it for a couple of weeks. Suddenly had a dream where I was leaking it bad. Became sick and it was coming from everywhere. Barely made my way to the toilet to sit it through. It was dripping from all around the body like sweat. As the drops reached the floor, they vaporised and dissipated like smoke from an incense stick.

It would have been easy to turn it into a pleasurable dream. I didn't want it to, because it was a karmic trace that I had to just endure in order to overcome it.

Dream: Group of physics olympiad participants

It was rather dark (a night, after all), and I went through a narrow corridor. There were a handful of physics olympiad finalists in the corridor, for whatever reason. Passed them.

Dream: Puddle


A very bright and beautiful scene. I'm walking across a swamp-like landscape with a lot of stuff (cameras, laptops, etc.). Tried to hop over the small puddle but the puddle became a pond and ::plop:: I dropped in the water with all of my stuff. Stepped out of the pond and looked at my feet. Everything normal, except that in the water some kind of a life form had gotten stuck to my left leg. It was curled up like a spiral shell. As I tried to remove it, it spread its tentacles out of the leg and did not want to come out. Tried extracting it 3 times and then aborted the dream.

Dream: Late


Second day with a wake-up alarm at around 5 or 6 AM. Before the alarm though, I had a bright and beautiful dream of a sunrise where I checked the time. It was 11, next time I checked, it was 12 AM. With about 5 hours of driving, there would've been no way I would've made it to the workshop anymore. So, I was no longer too stressed about it.

Dream: Direct virtual reality


Dark (night). A friend had subconsciously painted a picture of how they imagined the future of virtual reality. Looked at it and used the chance to figure out a few good ideas for products. Products that would define the future of virtual reality when the technology has advanced far enough. Got a bunch of good ideas, none of which survived the wake-up transition.

This dream was triggered by the discussion that we had in the car the previous day. Discussion about the post-death existence and partial reincarnation of the next generations in the digital environment. Serial Experiments Lain irl, basically. Seems almost inevitable, tbh.

Discussions with skeptics


In the past few days, I've happened to chat on OBE, pk and related subjects with skeptical people. Last week books happened thanks to such a chat with someone.

This week, a chat started from books. During the chat, the two of us discussing things were about to cross the road a bit too late. I decided to stop on the island in the middle. He decided to run across the road. I wanted to chat, so I thought I would rather prefer that he stayed on the island. He had already gone past me and wasn't looking back. Then suddenly some crazy dude ran past him, yelling really loud and crossing the road under the red light. The friend (or colleague, or student .. or however he should be called) froze and stepped back onto the island so I could continue talking.

Since they were skeptical about everything not normal, I hope I managed to convey at least a few ideas that they could find useful in some way.

Selling the idea of meditation and concentration

Sister loves selling. So why shouldn't I enjoy it too?

I think I managed to sell meditation and concentration practice to a few cousins. Last time I tried it, they were just a few years old and it did not work out. Back then they could not sit down for more than a couple of seconds. This time was very different, though. Had a walk and a chat with one of them, then soon there was one more listening in, then four, then six or seven following me.

Some observations from the funeral


Grandma, father, aunts and uncle were quite heartbroken. I liked that none of them were too pathetic about it, though. Just needed some patience and forgiveness to cope with them. A couple of questions about politics and conspiracies were enough to get father's and uncle's eyes gleaming again. Poured aunt over with books from home. Oh, a book for father as well. Grandma was happy that I had managed to reduce the blemish infestation on my face.

Almost half of the grave had been a multi-tonne granite rock, which they had dragged into the graveyard wall. The rest of the soil was clay-like soft rock (precursor to limestone). This was quite different from the soil just a couple of meters away (uncle's grave).

Again, during the preparations and priest farewell speech wind picked up a lot. Once lowered into the grave and everyone had poured their farewell sand into the grave, the weather became silent. The graveyard is so close to the sea that a silent weather is very rare. Clouds broke apart and clear sky came out.

The moment I stepped out of the church, there was an exceptionally strong gust of wind and I saw grandpa right in front of me for a split-second. Might have even walked through him.

Serious respect towards the family priest. He's really cool. Although he has exceptionally good improvisation skills, speaking about grandpa was difficult to him. He simply didn't know grandpa all that well personally. I realized how difficult a priest's job really is.

A cousin told his Mom he considers becoming a priest because he wants a hooded coat like that. ;-)

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Compassion to LV

Had the nagging suspicion that I had forgotten the most important thing I wanted to post.

Last night before bed I watched some of the Las Vegas shooting videos that I had wanted to check a while ago. Watched the videos and spread love and compassion to the people at the concert. In addition, visualized a shield that bounced off bullets. There's no way to verify if the shield worked or not. However, something interesting happened with the visualization of love and compassion. Literally felt it flowing. At first it drained the chest from the warm psi, then experienced some tingling on the edges of the drained region, after which the production of this energy was increased. Haven't felt that before. Not sure if it was the emotional reaction or simply lack of psi that enabled this sensation.

Grandpa's funeral on Friday. Rescheduled all meetings at work. Then asked a cousin for transportation. He said he would most likely go on Wednesday evening or Thursday morning. Since I had just scheduled all meetings for Wednesday and Thursday, I said I would probably take a bus on Thursday evening. About 10 min later, he says that the plans have changed. He will go on Thursday evening because on Wednesday and Thursday he has some important meetings at work. I'm humbled.

Books


One night I stared at the ceiling with my eyes open, and observed the golden waves expanding from the left hemisphere and contracting into the right hemisphere.

Today morning I saw pictures in my chest (in my mind's eye), and realized the meaning of yet another saying in the local language. Literal translation (not really making a lot of sense) would be: to take something into a thing of the heart. Released the things.

Today I encountered the sensation of bindu flowing in the left hemisphere.

Happened into a department store where a lady was selling books. "Kids books," I thought .. but then spotted an Igor Volke's ufology book. Bought it. Was about to leave and spotted Graham Nicholls' book on Navigating the OBE. Awsum. Bought that as well.

One morning I felt pretty lightweight and floaty. In general, a lot of dreams with flying. Also a dream where I met Hyena again.

Dream: Hyena

In the capital. Was about to walk past a bus stop when I saw Hyena coming from there. I would have ignored him if he hadn't stopped and greeted me. He seemed quite a bit happier than the last time I saw him. We had a long chat about who-knows-what. Somehow it's the details of long in-dream discussions that I've often forgotten.

Letter sealed with wax

To make up for the missing post related to grandpa, here's the dream that I had a month or two ago:

Dream: Sealed

Was in some kind of a small library room where grandpa said he was leaving.

I knew that for years he had contemplated on whether or not to write a book on his past. He always stopped writing, thinking that these are the horrors of the past, and nobody needs to re-experience them.

The next moment I was holding a wax sealed letter, really sad (crying) and disappointed. Instead of opening it, I folded the letter and poured it over with wax. Ended up with a wax cube that had the letter buried deep inside somewhere.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

YAS - Yet Another Summary

Dream: Anomalies

The paper linked in one of the previous post mentions a wizard transferring writing to enclosed objects. In reference to that, I was brought to an anomalous region on Earth, and shown that one can produce such anomalies by transferring symbols to Earth. Realized the implications only when writing this down here.

There were some other dreams as well, but need to re-member them.

Dream: Old barnhouse falling apart


I saw the old barnhouse properly renovated and then falling apart. Realized that I had grown attached to it.

A small building spawned right next to it. Entered the building and played parkour over a chair that had been placed against the wall. Rotated the direction of gravity, hopped onto the wall, did a 180 degree flip and gravity back downwards. Or something like that.

Minor pk

Swayed the label of a tea bag at work. Turned weather more sunny for a few times as well.

Mentioned how O12 sometimes "blows around like a wind" to a sensitive (colleague) who has had minor geisting issues. That day I felt close to "blowing around like a wind" myself. Didn't happen, though.

Grandpa's death

Apparently grandpa passed away yesterday. The only dream that seems related occurred at least a month ago. Might have skipped that post.

AI Rant

A:I

Finished Alien: Isolation. Lousy implementation of a good idea, imho. The ending song is good, tho:

Puke Rat summed up quite a few of the issues with the game. Some of my rant as well: it's basically a Hollywood-style game that has any plot and idolizes stupidity. By idolizing stupidity, I mean that pretty much none of the humans on-board make any sense, they're all retarded. They never think things through, never work together, and they're only able to make lousy decisions (even random decisions would have a better success rate). Map design is just a single path maze with more-or-less randomly distributed buttons, switches and randomly chosen names for things. Looks ridiculous at least in terms of architecture, physics, space technology, computer engineering. Moreover, it's all buggy as well.

On a brighter side, the idea of stealth against intelligent unkillable monsters is good. It is also well balanced, so that hiding is never really a solution - the monsters will eventually get you from any closet. The concept of a large station that has been built gradually in all three dimensions - well done. Graphics, sound, music are very good. Also, I enjoyed the design of the 70s or 80s, combined with high technology. Then those androids were just perfect.

The game would've had a lot of potential.