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Monday, February 15, 2016

Dream: pouring through the ceiling

Leaked energy on purpose again while trying to redirect as much of it up the spine as possible. There's no combustion with wet candles. Need a proper ratio of fuel and air in the mixture.

Felt pretty good after that, and actually managed to concentrate on the right hemisphere again. Have been feeling somewhat floaty ever since. There's also a specific sensation of pleasure spread throughout the upper-body. Last night I had two dreams.

1. I'm at some kind of a hall, planning for a festivity with a facebook friend from a remote country that I've never visited. We brought food and started moving furniture around and stuff. Eventually other people started coming in. Everything okay so far, except for the fact that it's probably raining outside and the ceiling is leaking. A few drips here and there, at first. But in the end it was literally pouring indoors ... through the ceiling. While it seemed somewhat wrong, I took advantage of it and enjoyed the rain.

2. I'm at the summerhouse. Working on my laptop, of course ::facepalm::. One of the aunts there is a vet. She was analyzing different kind of genetic diseases and described me some (with pictures and all). The first one was something about a specific part / component being missing in the throat. It was dependent on gender. Then another one was some sort of scales or lobes or somesuch growing out of the neck or something. Didn't pay that much attention anymore. Asked her about a dis-ease that only manifests in the astral. A friend popped up with a dog or cat that had this dis-ease. Basically, the spine was loose in a half-manifested body. To us it seemed obvious but aunt couldn't make heads or tails of it. I had assumed she would know a lot more about astral manifestations and how issues propagate between astral and physical realms.

The first dream highlights what's going on with tummo. Things are melting inside, and ego is trying to hold it together while it's pouring through from the cracks between fingers like fine-grained sand. Enjoyed thought-provoking discussions with sister yesterday and today.

Mentioned one of the glitches that I had many years ago - a theatre swapped places with a printing house. Though, sister's reaction was strange. She was also sincerely surprised that she remembered the theatre the same way I did. This printing house is cool tho, stylish, covered in solar panels and stuff. So maybe it's good that it's there.

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