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i wonder what kind of beings i am working with.. not a clue. that phase between dreaming and waking i have some crazy experiences.it's like i can't move but something else can I was becoming conscious in a dream and i thought of this thread, and i said all spirits must leave. then i get some experience of something with their hands on top of both my palms sitting above me, and then they kiss me or suck something out my mouth, idk. freaky stuff though

This is a thread about Neidan, what is Neidan? It is a science, a very complex science. So yes there is correct ways and incorrect ways. Just like science/chemistry, you cannot do what you want and make up your own ideas and formulas (and if you did you would already be a Master of chemistry and you would know what you are doing), for people who are not Masters, they are students... generally there is a specific way and order to do things in a labratory to get the result you are after. What happens when you go to a labrotory and mix random chemicals, random substances, heat them, freeze them, mix them... 99.99% of the time if you did this without instruction or knowledge of what you are working with......you will harm your self, create dangerous concoctions, make an explosions. etc So there is a specific way of Neidan, as it is too a science, and it is working with a very complex thing, the human body, sky and earth. I understand you have no interest in Neidan / Daoist Alchemy. And that is fine, but this is what this thread is about, it is not about 'general Daoist discussion" on philsophical points that you feel attached to. There is a lot to gain from this post, it is a translation of an ancient scripture, which has been translated quite decently. Anyone who is interested in Dao should be very greatful of the Wuluipai students to go out of their way to share this wonderful knowledge. This thread is not about the OPs doubts, it is a anceint text from Ludongbing and Zhongliquan, who are Daoist Alchemical Masters, have been greatly respected for thousands of years. It is to help guide people to know what Neidan is, and what Neidan is not. As it is a very specific thing, it is not just "do what you want and follow your own way". There was no argument of which path is better, but this is about what Neidan is, and what it is not. You can beleive what you want, but there is a very clear line between methods of Immortals and methods of general health and wellbeing (qigong etc). It is a suprise you have not heard of him, Ludongbing is actaully famous all over China, not just in Neidan cirlces. All Chinese will know of him and some will know his famous story about the Yellow Millet Dream, which also has a popular Opera about it. So culturally in China he is very respected and praised.. even if they have no interest of Daoism, all Chinese know about him. Actaully this is not true for Neidan, but I won't argue this point here.

I would not care to view a Moby Dick remake that did not take into account Jed McKenna's "Spiritually Incorrect Enlightenment." Even the Moby Dick expert in the book was permanently overwhelmed by Mc Kenna's commentary. We surely need some awesome screenplays. I'd love to see a sort of remake of the Matrix without the all the shoot'em up stuff. Even more so, the story of Tilopa's Shoe. Wow! Put a $100 million into that, with Keanu Reeves as Tilopa, and Mark Ruffalo as Naropa,...what a filn that would be. Tilopa's Shoe The story of Tilopa's Shoe is one of my personal favorites, and has been an integral guide in my life's path since I read it at 19. It's a story of intrigue, magick, humor, and enlightenment. Much of the following was adapted from Alexandra David-Neel's 1929 'Mystiques et Magicens du Thibet' as told to her through the oral tradition. Madame David-Neel, who was fluent in Tibetan, spent fourteen years in the magical and mysterious Land of Snows. Tilopa was a Bengali, some say of noble caste, who lived during the 11th Century CE. He chose to leave his home and seek realization through meditation and study in a remote area near the Tibetan border. While seated in a cave reading a philosophic treatise, a beggar woman appeared behind him, read a few lines over his shoulder and asked abruptly, "do you understand what you are reading?" Tilopa was irked. What does this witch mean by such an unmannerly question, he thought. But before he could express his feelings, she spit on the book. Tilopa jumps up and shouts "how dare you spit on the Holy Scriptures". The woman then spits again on the book, utters a word Tilopa cannot understand, and disappears. Tilopa felt an uncomfortable sensation through his body. Doubt of his knowledge arose in his mind. After all he pondered, it may be true that he had not understood the doctrine expounded in the treatise, or any doctrine whatever, and that he may be an absolute dunce. What did that strange woman say, he thought. What was that word he did not comprehend? He felt he must know it. And so Tilopa started in search of the old woman. After much wandering, he found her at night in a solitary wood. She was seated along, her red eyes shining like live coals in the darkness. She was a Dakini, a kind of faery or 'sky-flyer' who played a great part in mystic Tibet as teachers of secret doctrines. They often appear in the shape of an aged woman, and one of their peculiar signs is that they have red or green eyes. In the course of the conversation, Tilopa was directed to go to the Dakini's land, in order to meet their queen and learn the Heart teachings of the Dakini. She told him that on the road, countless dangers awaited him, like abysses, roaring torrents, ferocious animals, delusive mirages. If he allowed himself to be overpowered by fear or missed the narrow, threadlike path winding across this terrible region, he would fall prey to monsters. If he drank at the clear springs or ate the fruits hanging at hand on the trees by the road, or yielded to fair maidens inviting him to sport with them in pleasant groves, he would become bewildered and incapable of finding his way. For his protection, the woman gave him a magic formula; a mantra. She said he must repeat it all along the road, keeping his mind entirely concentrated on it, uttering no word, listening to nothing. Tilopa saw the countless, frightful or alluring sights. He struggled across steep, rocky slopes and foaming rivers. He felt himself freezing amidst snows, scorched on burning sandy steppes, and never departed from his concentration on the magic words. At last, he reached the castle whose bronze walls were glowing with heat. Trees, with branches holding weapons, barred his way. Yet, he entered the enchanted palace. There, innumerable sumptuous rooms formed a maze. Tilopa winded his way through them and reached the queen's apartment. The beautiful faery sat on her throne adorned with precious jewels, and she smiled at the daring pilgrim as he crossed the threshold. But Tilopa was unmoved by her loveliness, ascended the steps of the throne and, still repeating the mantra, wrenched from her the glittering jewels, trampled under foot the flowery garlands, tore away her precious silk and golden robes, and as she lay naked on her wrecked throne, he violated her. Such conquests of a Dakini, either by sheer violence or by magic devices, are a popular theme in Tibetan mystic literature. They are an allegory referring to the realization of truth and process of self-spiritual development. Tilopa had thus reached the level of Avadhuta, a state of enlightenment where the distinctions between good and evil do not exist anymore. He, thus, returned to his cave in the north part of Bengal, and the old woman once again appeared. She said that he still had barriers to his full realization of Mahanirvana Tantra, and directed him to go to a particular town and enter the employ of the local prostitute there. Without hesitation, Tilopa found his way to the town and began working for the prostitute. In the day he would grind seed for her oils, and at night, he would pander her clients. One day, as he was grinding sesame seeds in a mortar on his lap, he realized and released his last barrier to the Light and Love he was and levitated to the height of a palm tree while still grinding sesame seeds in the mortar on his lap. When the prostitute saw Tilopa suspended in air, still making her oil, the harlot was overcome with shame for having given this task to such an enlightened being. She contemplated begging Tilopa for the privilege of being his disciple; and in that very moment he released a flower, which hit her on the head, and as if being struck by the diamond-thunderbolt of Vajra, the prostitute instantly attained enlightenment, and elevated to Tilopa's side. Tilopa, which means sesame-grinder, realized Mahanirvana Tantra when the seed he was grinding revealed to him the inverse flow of forward moving things, thereby actualizing liberation in one lifetime; the fourth stream of mastery. He called this Fourth Way, Kagyu, the Short Path of Vajra. And it was through the unbroken lineage of Tilopa, the Kagyudpas Red Hats, that the Twentieth Century mystic G. I. Gurdjieff received the foundation of his teachings through the Sarmoun Brotherhood. Tilopa himself had no human guru, having realized liberation through Vajra, the Light of Reality. His most famous student was a learned Kashmiri Brahmin named Naropa, who in turn was the master of Marpa, the Mahasiddha that brought the lineage and doctrine of the Short Path to Tibet. The biography of Naropa is both an amusing and illuminating description of the tests devised by a master of the Short Path to train and direct an initiate. Naropa, born around 1010, c.e., was considered a man of refinement, a learned doctor and deeply convinced of his superiority as a member of the Brahmin caste. Having been greatly offended by a rajah to whom he was chaplain, he resolved to kill the prince by an occult process. For this purpose, he shut himself up in an isolated house and began a magic rite to bring about death; the dragpoi dubhab. As he was performing the rite, a Dakini faery appeared at a corner of the magic diagram and asked Naropa if he deemed himself capable of sending the spirit of the rajah towards a happy place in another world, or of bring it back into the body which it had left and resuscitating it. The magician could only confess that his science did not extend so far. Then the faery assumed a stern presence and reproached him for his nefarious undertaking. She told him that no one had the right to destroy who could not build up again the being destroyed or establish it in a better condition. The consequence of his criminal thought, she added, would be his own rebirth in one of the purgatories. Terror-stricken, Naropa inquired how he could escape that terrible fate. The Dakini advised him to seek the Sage named Tilopa and beg from him initiation into the mystic doctrine of the Short Path which frees a man from the consequences of his actions, whatever they may be, by the revelation of their true nature, and ensures enlightenment in one single life. If he succeeded in grasping the meaning of that teaching and realize it, he would not be reborn again and consequently would escape a life of torment in the purgatories. Naropa stopped the performance of the rite and hastened towards Bengal where Tilopa lived. However, before Naropa would meet the Sage and receive the Ultimate Teaching, that is, Tilopa's Mahamudra, through which Enlightenment could be realized in one lifetime, he would first undergo twelve astonishments, followed by twelve ordeals. The Twelve Astonishments were challenges to Naropa's conditioning, that is, his ego and beliefs; whereas the Twelve Ordeals, or Hardships, were intended to encourage complete surrender. The first meeting of Naropa with Tilopa occurred in the courtyard of a Buddhist monastery. The cynic Sage, nearly naked, was seated on the ground eating fish. As the meal went on, he put down the fish's backbones beside him. However, in order not to defile his cast purity, Naropa was on the point of passing by at some little distance from the eater, when a monk started to reproach Tilopa for parading his lack of compassion for the animals, that is, killing and eating the fish, in the very premises of a Buddhist Monastery; and ordered him to leave at once. Tilopa did not even condescend to answer. He muttered some words, snapped his fingers and the fish bones were again covered with flesh. The fishes then moved as if living and swam away through the air as if it was water. No vestige remained of the cruel meal on the ground. Naropa was dazed, but suddenly thought that this strange wonder worker, no doubt, was the very Tilopa whom he was seeking. He hurriedly inquired about him, and the information given by the monks agreed with his own intuition. He ran after the Sage, but Tilopa was nowhere to be found. Then in his eagerness to learn the doctrine that could save him from the purgatories, Naropa wanders from town to town with the only result being that each time he reaches a place where Tilopa is said to be staying, the latter has, invariably just left it a little before his arrival. In the coming months, as if by chance on his way, Naropa would meet singular beings who were phantoms created by Tilopa. Once, knocking at the door of a house to beg food, a man comes out who offers him wine. To offer wine or spirit to a high caste Brahmin is an insult, so Naropa feels deeply offended and indignantly refuses the impure beverage. The house and its master vanish immediately. The proud Brahmin is left alone on the solitary road, while a mocking voice laughs that man was I, Tilopa. Again, the traveler sees a brutal husband who drags his wife buy her hair, and when he interferes, the cruel fellow tells him, you had better help me, I want to kill her. At least pass your way and let me do it. Naropa can hear no more. He knocks the man down on the ground, sets free the woman, and, lo!, once more the pantasmagoria disappears while the same voice repeats scornfully, I was there, I, Tilopa. The adventures continue in the same vein. Proficient magician though he may be, Naropa has never even conceived the idea of such display of supernormal powers. He stands on the brink of madness, the beliefs he clung to for his identity shaken to their core, but his fortitude to become Tilopa's disciple grew still stronger. He roamed at random across the country, calling Tilopa aloud and, knowing by experience that the Sage is capable of assuming any form, he bows down at the feet of any passer-by and even before any animal he happens to see on the road. One evening, after a long walk, he reaches a cemetary. A fire is smouldering in a corner; at times, a dark, reddish flame leaps from it showing shriveled- up, carbonized remains. The glimmer allows Naropa to vaguely discern a man laying beside the fire. He looks at him, and a mocking laugh answers his inspection. He falls prostrate on the ground at Tilopa's feet. This time the Sage does not disappear. The obscurations which inhibited Naropa from recognizing the Sage had waned. During the next several years, Naropa followed Tilopa without being treated as of any import, athough the Sage engages him in twelve ordeals, as mentioned above. Each Ordeal or Hardship, according to later Mahasiddhas of the lineage, contained one of twelve instructions of the Fourth Empowerment. As the first three empowerments encouraged the blossoming of the sapiential mind, the Fourth liberated the sapiential mind. However, only a few of the ordeals will be given here to grasp the principle of Naropa's release from his belief barriers and surrender to the Sage, whereby he fully understood the acquenscence of who he thought he was, and realized who he actually was. One of Naropa's first hardships arose following a begging round. According to the custom of Indian ascetics can beg for food, or alms, once a day. Coming back to his master, he offered him the rice and curry which he had received as alms. The rule is that a disciple eats only after his guru is satisfied, but far from leaving something for his follower, Tilopa ate up the whole contents of the bowl, and even declared that the food was so much to his taste that he could have eaten another bowl full with pleasure. Without waiting for a more direct command, Naropa took the bowl and started again for the house where generous householders bestowed such tasty alms, even though he knew he could not beg again. When he arrived, he found the door closed. However, burning with zeal, the devoted disciple did not let himself be stopped for so little. He forced the door open, discovered some rice and various stews keeping warm on the stove in the kitchen and helped himself to more of what Tilopa had so much enjoyed. The masters of the house came back as he was plunging a spoon in their pots and gave him a harsh thrashing. Bruised from head to feet, Naropa returned to the Sage, who showed no compassion whatever for his suffering. What adventure has befallen you on my account, he said with a cynical calm. Do you not regret having become my disciple? With all the strength that his pitiful condition left at his disposal, Naropa protested that far from regretting having followed such a Sage, he deemed the privilege of being his disciple could never be paid for too dearly, even if one was to purchase it at the cost of one's life. Another ordeal took place while Sage and disciple lived in a hut near a forest. Once, returning from the village with Tilopa's meal, Naropa saw that during his absence, the latter had fabricated a number of long bamboo needles, and with covered with molten butter, hardened them in a fire. Inquisitively he inquired about the use Tilopa meant to make of these implements. The Sage responded with a queer smile. Could you, he asked, bear some pain if it pleased me? Naropa answered that he belonged entirely to him and that he would do whatever he liked with him. Well, replied Tilopa, stretch out your hand. And when Naropa had obeyed, he thrust one of the needles under each of the nails of one hand, did the same to the other, and finished with the toes. Then he pushed the tortured Naropa into the hut, commanded him to wait there till he returned, closed the door, and went away. Several days elapsed before he came back. He found Naropa seated on the ground, the bamboo needles still in his flesh. What did you think while alone?, inquired Tilopa. Have you not come to 'believe' that I am a cruel master and that you had better leave me? I have been thinking of the dreadful life of torments which will be mine in the purgatories if I do not succeed, by your grace, in becoming enlightened in the mystic doctrine, and so escaping a new rebirth and having to begin all over, answered Naropa. As the years went by, Naropa drank fowl water, a defiling thing according to religious law; crossed a blazing fire, nearly drowned in icy water, and performed other fantastic feats which often put his life in jeopardy. Once, Sage and disciple were strolling in the streets when they happened to meet a wedding procession accompanying a bride to her husband's house. I desire that woman, said Tilopa to Naropa. Go bring her to me. He had scarcely finished speaking before Naropa joined the cortege. Seeing that he was a Brahmin, the men of the wedding party allowed him to approach the bride, thinking that he meant to bless her. But when they saw that he took her in his arms and intended to carry her away, they seized on everything they could find and belabored poor Naropa so soundly that he fainted and was left for dead. Tilopa had not waited for the end of the performance to pass quietly on his way. When Naropa came to his senses again and had painfully dragged himself along until he overtook his whimsical guru, the latter, as welcome, asked him once more the usual question, Do you not regret?. And as usual, Naropa protested that a thousand deaths seemed to him but a trifle to purchase the privilege of being his disciple. By some accounts, Naropa's last ordeal was said to have occurred at the end of a day walking in a remote mountainous region. Stopping at a cliff, Tilopa asked, what if it would please me for you to jump off this cliff? Before the final word was finished, Naropa leaps off the cliff, breaking nearly every bone in his body. Tilopa made his way down the steep, rocky cliff and asked Naropa who was clearly in agony, How are you?. Naropa answered that the pain was unbearable. Then, in a calm voice, Tilopa commanded him to heal himself. Instantaneously Naropa healed himself, and his broken body was fully restored. That evening, while seated at a fire, quite unexpectedly Tilopa took off one of his shoes and soundly slapped Naropa on the head with it. In that instant Naropa saw the inverse flow of forward moving waves of Light, and would not again transgress into the sleep of samsara, the always changing and impermanent dream of Maya. The full meaning of the Short Path was then told to Naropa through Tilopa's twenty-eight verse Mahamudra, or Ultimate Teaching. The story of Tilopa's Shoe is considered a historic occurrence. Several variations of the story exist, some handed down by oral tradition, others written in the biographies of famous lamas. Yet, unlike other philosophies, the historical legitimacy of Kagyu makes no difference, for the essence of the Short Path, the realization of the sapiential Mind in a single lifetime, is contained within the story. Other paths, as the Abrahamic theology's, which cling to outside things, can never realize liberation or enlightenment, until they surrender those beliefs, as Naropa had to surrender his. The prostitute who surrendered her barriers, her doubts, and beliefs, was able to welcome the Clarity of Mind in a matter of moments; whereas Naropa, a fully indoctrinated Hindu priest, spent several years in torment, in the service of, what many would judge to be a cruel master. Yet Tilopa, through the guidance of a celestial Dakini teacher, was an awakened Being and understood the essence of Mind, Heart and Light. He was an embodiment of Unconditional Love, and only mirrored to Naropa that which Naropa chose to have reflected. The word Naropa, I was told, means the pain is killing me. Na means pain, ro is the word for killing and pa personifies it. In contrast to Naropa's awakening, his pupil, the lama Marpa Lotsawa, grasped the Short Path's doctrine rather easily. On the other hand, Marpa Lotsawa, the translator, is said to have tortured his pupil Milarespa for years, to shock his ego clingings loose. I've pondered more than once what my own name will be? What will be the one thing I'll understand, through which I'll understand everything? My wish is for it not to be Naropa; the Way of Struggle, consistently seeking lessons in hardships, and hiding from ourselves the understanding that beliefs can effortlessly be released if only we would look at them. Like Naropa though, most of us rather break every bone in our bodies before we will let go of doubts and beliefs, and surrender to the acceptance of our Clear Essence. Surrendering or Letting Go of who we think we're supposed to be, and Being who we Are. Vicente

Again I cant say as to the fate of any practitioner. John said that he had a dream of kosta months before he came. A master may be able to look into the future or past. It depends on the laws of the lineage in some cases. Wang Li Peng's teachers used taoist scrying methods and astrological alignments to find their next heir. John's friend that referred him to master Liao wasnt considered a real student even though his parents saved Master Liao's life. But Master Liao saw something special in john.

There's said to be good eating on a rabbit. Our dogs love cooked rabbit. Decent sized bags of diced frozen rabbit ( from China) in the frozen foods shop and that's quite cheap. Never fancied it myself though and wouldn't dream of killing or skinning a fresh one at all. We don't get much trouble with rabbits as we've good fences and the cat is outside most of the time. Occasional fox after the hens, those lads can climb over fences.

Yep, that is how today we have hybrid super religion groups, all books and traditions mashed together to form a super new age, new world religion. From Laozi to jesus, Indian Dream catchers to Aborigional stories, somehow they are all related according to them, heh :\

Hello guys I have keen interest in spiritual/occult/esoteric teachings, anything mysterious, unknown Actually this is what I love, this what excites me and gives me thrill When I am sad, this is what makes me feel high, it makes me feel there is something unknown Its like this is my life I just love mysteries and unknown this is more exciting than girls hehehehe My wildest dream would be travelling the world learning and researching these mysterious things Like the hero of a fictional story Omg even this thoughts makes me feel so happy and excited I want to make this my career Is this possible ?? can you convert your interest of spirituality , into your career ?

'Engrish' is the name given to Japanese takes on English. These are genuine Engrish T shirt slogans as spotted in Japan.... Native of Earth it ponders the problem of the environment Happy Attitude Delicious Sun 1982 A Smart Man Power to the List Grittiness: I think there is a lot of here Love is put and sung to people in the world Another fortunate bite at the cherry Strongest talent after five friends There is something special in the AIR Order and Proficiency Governement Approved Dental Care Migratory Locust Approaching!!! Burst of the Economic Bubble FUCK KEN Expression of Dream Now I sleep soundly blanket 5th Order of Magnitude Make Peace is Step. The Salt of Life is Found

Short answer, yes. Absolutely. Longer answer: it helps to specialize. The more you can offer the knowledge you're gaining back, the more people will support you in your dream. I suggest finding the most exciting area: is it martial arts? Nutrition? Superpowers? Something you can stay up late working on and get up early to keep working on. Go hardcore on this area as much as possible, doing anything to evolve your knowledge, whether it's forum rolling or reading books or going to seminars or waiting outside of seminars you can't afford to talk to people on lunch break about what they're learning... the idea is to advance your knowledge to be among the best in the field, and then go one step further. Learn the known field inside and out. Once you're at that level, every next step you go beyond that is a new innovation. If you think like that, you can become world class very quickly. The trick is to pick the most ridiculously exciting area, because it's going to take so much attention that it has to be fun to you, rather than work. If you can do that you will never need to "work." I wish my parents had taught me this when I was watching Highlander at 12 and pretending I was immortal. But I was able to gangster my way into doing this anyway on raw intuition. PM me if you're really serious, we can create a mastermind group and make it happen. Akatsuki style

That's the dream .... Butttt it doesn't happen without some serious commitment to either struggling through the system to save up a little nest egg for your retirement... Or... Winning the lottery. The only other option is to give everything up, if you don't want to teach for money. Almost every other spiritual "work" won't earn enough to be your main source of income, or will take up all your time and energy to the point that you don't enjoy it as much as you planned to.

Well you can google "O at a D" -- but I'll give this new description: I took the Spring Forest Qigong classes from Master Chunyi Lin and I wrote a pamphlet discussing various meditation methods. In the pamphlet I said that qigong master Chunyi Lin was the most powerful qigong master in the U.S. He read the pamphlet and said to me: "you can't write that. You can say that I'm very wonderful." Anyway so back to the O at a D thing. As I continued my practice on my own I discovered that when this old pervert I live with would jerk off at night in the bathroom, adjacent to my bedroom, he would pull my electromagnetic energy down, converting it back into fluid. He was essentially sucking off my energy while I was asleep. So instead of practicing qigong in my room (since the old man would just suck in that energy and use it to jerk off) I would practice a bit in my room and then hang more in cafes, restaurants, libraries, etc. and continue my reading. What I found was that females were hitting on me really strongly -- all females -- girls, fat ladies -- didn't matter. One time I was reading in McDonald's and this girl demanded to make her family sit by me and then she started flirting with me really strongly right in front of her mom. She then got into my booth, staring at my crotch, talking in a really flirtatious manner. So SHE was also sucking me off -- right in front of her mom! Another time this fat african-american lady in the library got up to my ear and started making these pervert sounds to me. Another time this group of black girls in the park, when no one was around, came up on me and started talking to me in an aggressively sexual manner. To "defend" myself against females hitting on me so strongly in public -- sucking me off -- I took to sitting in full-lotus in public as a preemptive strategy. While in full-lotus there's no way the energy would be turned into fluid. I didn't think much of it but then once I was in McDs hanging with a buddy and this high school female worker did a backside female display, standing right in front of my eye sight. The effect was a surprise to both of us -- she made some wild noise, bursting out in excitement and I climaxed up my back while in full-lotus. Then next time I went into McDs she pushed aside the clerk so that she could take my order and she was absolutely giddy. I was forced to accept what had happened: An "O at a D" or "mutual orgasm at a distance." This is a play on "action at a distance." Just to keep a check on things so that I would have critical feedback I then posted my experiences -- my experiments -- over at http://breakingopenthehead.com -- with females responding. What happened was that I discovered a secret world which females lived in and the typical modern male is totally unaware of. The female would pick up my electromagnetic energy and suck it up using female display behavior which consists of lining up her backside with my eyesight, or her crotch, or her eyes, or stretching her breasts in line with my eyesight. I discovered that the first two climaxes (female) using the vagus nerve are build-ups while the third causes the loss of some clear fluid -- just a bit. When I was recently reading Mantak Chia's "Cultivating Male Sexual Energy" he also described the same thing, stating that the clear preseminal fluid a bit of which comes out of the penis -- came from the prostate gland. I also discovered that females would work in these mutual climaxes with me even while they could have a conversation with someone else -- in other words essentially we have two brains: The cerebrum and the cerebellum. The two can and SHOULD be synchronized so that we live in constant bliss and tension is constantly relieved. Instead the modern male is stuck in the left-brain of language which does not allow the right brain to activate the autonomic nervous system of the vagus nerve. So I just had a mutual climax. The young hot female was bouncing her leg -- and therefore sensing and trying to suck up my energy. Since I'm in full-lotus the energy was being shot out but wasn't being efficiently directed. I just kept my head down since that is a submissive behaviour for humans. I didn't stare but I did shift my body position so that the intensity of the pineal gland energy was shooting directly towards her. The climax then happened in just about 20 seconds and then she stopped bouncing her legs. When I was in the charity food kitchen today a female with whom I had "O at a Ds" a couple visits back -- through direct eye contact -- this time adjusted her backside so that she could better suck up my energy. She used that female display behavior along with crossing and bouncing her legs. I just ate my lunch on full-lotus and meanwhile got the tension out of my neck -- from sleeping. OK I just went out of full-lotus as the pain was getting so strong that I would have had to have an "O at a D" to relieve the pain. In other words I can sit in full-lotus endlessly as long as these free energy exchanges continue. I could just point my forehead towards my palms and use what I call the "Yan Xin Secret" -- which means you shoot the light out of the pineal gland into the palms in front of the lower tan tien and then this reflects back -- essentially having sex with yourself (the electrochemical yin being the lower half of the body and the electromagnetic yang being the upper half). That is was tantra is -- the palms in front of the stomach are holding a female who is riding on top of you. The difference is that the female energy is much stronger for females (obviously) -- so they suck up the male electromagnetic energy much more easily, thereby causing the climax more easily. Consider Santiago's statement to me about the limp dildo -- well this morning (as I got home around 4:30 a.m.) I slept in until my room was too hot and I was overdressed. So I had this dream that I was eating out this young female. I climaxed but I woke up fast enough and used reverse breathing by training -- so that the fluid went all up my back. Immediately I could feel my lower back all blissed out. Then I thought - why did I dream I was eating out this young female? Ah the tongue was the limp dildo that Santiago had thought was some kind of loss of manlihood. haha. OK so some people think I'm making up this "O at a D" thing. Early on I was obviously kind of excited that I had caused this mutual climax with this young female. So I wanted to test it out. I went to this reading area and there's these tables where people sit across from each other. I sat across from this young, very attractive female -- at the University. Reading while in full-lotus directly across from her -- she a few feet fromt me. After the first mutual climax she put her head down to go to sleep. Then as the energy built up again -- right at the second climax -- she lifted her head up and looked right into my eyes. She then put her head back down again. At the third, "real" climax she lifted her head up but this time she had tears in her eyes. I felt bad about that as she was a sort of yuppie white female -- fancy hairdo and clothes, etc.. In contrast another time I was at McDs and the clerk was the young, big African-American female. She was about thirty feet from me while I was reading in full-lotus. After the first two climaxes she then just STARED right into my eyes -- we stared at each other straight on. When we climaxed her back arched and she then shook off all this stress. It was excellent. I've seen that response several times -- the next time it happened with this young girl at BK. She actually incorporated the full-body shudder into her conversation with her dad. They were speaking in Spanish which I understand fairly well. I lost quite a bit of clear fluid -- just like some stringy stuff. I went to the bathroom because at that time, soon after I had discovered this ability, I wasn't sure if I had blown a load or what. I was pretty creeped out by that -- how a young female had caused that. She had sat down near me and had sucked up the electromagnetic energy. So either that night or the next day I was at a cafe by my living place. I was at the computer which faces the wall -- across from the register. Suddenly this young girl sits down across from me with her dad across from her. She kept throwing one leg over the arm of the chair so that her crotch was facing directly at me -- about a couple feet from me -- and then she would swing her leg. She did this to pump in my electromagnetic energy and she did it just long enough for the mutual climax. As she did it she would tell her dad that she was "bored." Since her body language was so blatant she would then throw her leg back over the arm chair and then wait for my full-lotus energy to build up again and then she would throw the leg back over the arm of the chair and pump in my energy until the "O at a D" happened. O.K. so then I read this book "Moral Animals" by Dr. Marc Hauser or something -- he's a Harvard biology professor I think. Anyway he writes how even by the age of 4 females will lie if they think their behavior will offend their parents. I then learned that Bushmen kids were sexually active but they just couldn't do it in front of their parents. But this stuff is cultural -- if a young female is with her mom then sometimes the mom will actually encourage or train the female -- either times just pretend not to notice. Sometimes the females -- like college age -- will compete for the "O at a D" energy and so one of the females will have to be sly about it, etc. Ooops forgot to mention I went back into full-lotus -- it's just habitual for me. The reason I noticed is because this young female is sitting across from me a couple tables over and when I looked at her my adam's apple and vagus nerve started pulsating -- her energy was soaking up the electromagetic energy. OK so then she just turned her backside to me and then started pumping her legs. We just had an O at a D -- she's native american I think. And then she sauntered off. And so it goes. Now again as for confirmation that these are real. One time I was sitting at this anarchist cafe and the girl in the booth across from me had some "O at a Ds" with me and then her female friends joined her. I heard her describe me as "orgasmic." Then another time I was at the Taco Bell and this black lady started doing really crazy behavior -- she exposed her breast to me and then shook her backside in my face -- very literally. I was of course in full-lotus but more importantly she had been dancing next to me at the BK a couple nights previous to our Taco Bell encounter. At the BK she went to me -- on the other side of the restaurant -- and started singing x-rated lyrics loudly next to me. No one was near us. The young females on the other side of the restaurant noted that when she went back across to get her food she was perfectly courtesy to the BK workers, in contrast to her bizarre behavior next to me. So at the Taco Bell her pimp comes in -- with a customer - the pimp has a felt hat and -- some sort of pimp outfit. This is online already so just google "O at a D." Anyway so the prostitute looks at me and arches her back and says to her pimp: "I'm coming already!" Other female display behavior has included licking the lips with the tongue like some sort of porno manuever -- while looking at my in a come hither manner. Sticking the tongue in the cheek to do the universal blowjob signal. Using the hand to make a jerking off signal -- either between the legs or, strangely, on the small of the back, in combo with the backside display. My favorite is throwing the arms up straight in the air so that the breasts stick straight out -- in line with my eyes. This maximizes the intake of the electromagnetic energy and causes the "O at a D" rather fast. But usually it's the old standby -- the backside display -- with laser-like precision I might add. Pumping the legs while crossed and staring into my eyes -- I remember this happening to me by someone interviewing for a job at my workplace -- a young female. I was amazed at how forward she was being and how effectively she was sucking me off. Now in full-lotus -- no problem -- just another "O at a D" and more free energy exchanges. Staring at my dick. This is another fairly common manuever -- and very effective I might add. I forgot to mention that I've done the first two "O at a Ds" while standing up - I just do reverse breathing. Also I then discovered in Colin Wilson's book "The Occult" how Gurdjieff ALSO had this "O at a D" ability -- and so I read the original source: Rom Landauff's book "God is My Adventure." Colin Wilson noted that even the "great" magician Aleister Crowly -- supposed tantric guru -- could not do the "O at a D." What amazes me is how "psychic" females are to this electromagnetic energy and how amazingly idiotic the modern male is to this energy. Usually the modern male around me will just bounce his legs frantically -- trying to counter act me shooting the electromagnetic energy out of my head into females. So the modern male -- a pervert is consciously doing this while otherwise it's fairly unconscious -- does not have the pineal gland open and the electromagnetic energy just drains into the electrochemical energy, turned into the fluid. In other words the modern male will also pump in my electromagnetic male energy but then use it just to make more fluid for himself -- without his own ability to transform his lower emotions into light. With the internal climax building up the electromagnetic energy which then leaves through the pineal gland -- after about five "O at a Ds" (not counting the preliminary build up ones) the heart chakra really opens up. This creates not only REAL love but also real heart-break. After a while you realize that love is an impersonal and universal phenomenon, not something for emotional attachment and physical control. The lower emotions as electrochemical energy -- anger, fear, sadness, worry -- are then transduced or transformed into love-light. So if someone is angry or sad, etc. -- I will also suck this up -- even if they are a BLOCK AWAY - just through eye contact -- and then transduce it or transform it back into love-light and shoot it back at them. Sometimes it might take all night if a person just has strong anger energy. What happens is that the anger energy is just repressed sex life force energy on their part -- this repressed sex energy will finally come out transforming the anger energy into bliss-light. Basically the modern male (and many modern repressed females) are addicted to stress with the cholesterol intake creating cortisol and not creating sex hormones. Also when the modern male climaxes this activates the stress sympathetic nervous system whereas the internal vagus nerve climax stays in the relaxed parasympathetic nervous system. The cortisol then cuts off the energy in the brain which would otherwise be used for spontaneous blissful creativity. The cortisol makes people stupid -- but it's also based on REPRESSED sex energy -- so it's how a person will get their fix. If a female can not get enough electromagnetic energy from a male -- unconsciously through sex fluid (with the yang inside the yin) she was then just get the male angry so that the electromagnetic energy is shot out of the male's body and the female will then suck it up. This is VERY VERY common in modern relationships. Around 12:30 today while in line to get some soup I could see light around everyone's heads. How beautiful. I began comparing different people's light -- to see if this reflected their apparent differences in health. I could start to see a difference. So a younger healthy male while have stronger white-yellow light around their heads, for example. OK I just googled "orgasm at a distance" at http://breakingopenthehead.com -- so I discovered this ability back in January of 2007. It's been a year and a half of experimenting. Also I forgot to mention that sometimes females around me have also just used their hands to "finish themselves off." That's about it -- but more details elsewhere online. http://www.breakingopenthehead.com/forum/s...orgasm+distance There's more elsewhere -- I just remembered the O at a Ds when the female will sit with her back lined up with mine -- if we are in adjacent booths. And then there's the O at a Ds through walls and floors, etc.

I can assure you I am not mindlessly repeating empty claims devoid of any reason. I can also assure you that I am not a deluded brain-washed blind believer living in a dream world. I can also assure you that I could care less whether you take me seriously, nor what you think in general, as you clearly have no idea what you are talking about.

Yes, for this life at least, afraid i have to stick to what i do best. As mentioned, for me, its not a moral consideration, although in my daily life, i am mindful of alleviating the distress of even the tiniest of insects, and will not intentionally harm any, in fact, if i see a trapped insect, perhaps a fly that had fallen into a pool of water, or sometimes a worm may be found struggling on the tarmac, i will spontaneously scoop it up and gently place it somewhere out of harm's way. I know full well there are many that escape my attention, and many others do get killed as a result of my actions, for eg, driving at night would inevitably cause the death of thousands of insects, so to balance this, i will chant rounds of Mani mantras for those are killed. At this stage of my evolution, i am comfortable with having cultivated the habit of feeling a sort of urgency to help when i see suffering and try my best to ease that whenever possible, and as a result, this has sharpened my motivation aka bodhicitta. Im far from perfect in this, but at least, i try my best to keep my eyes open in the presence of sentient distress. I love dogs immensely, and sometimes tears would well up in my eyes whenever i come across wanton cruelty being laid upon these beautiful animals, and even other animals, for that matter. Down the road, i can see that a pensioner's ambition of mine would be to set up some sort of animal sanctuary where neglected or homeless animals can find shelter and get a decent amount of care which they deserve. Its a dream which may yet turn to reality. If it does, it will go some way to balance my karma.

There is definitely a need for the teacher to analyze if the student is training right and progressing on their path, that is the point of the teacher-student relationship. The student cannot do that on their own. I'm sure many students come to false conclusions that they have recognized the natural state... however the actual 'natural state' is an animal that does not need confirmation is the only point I was making. Just like you wouldn't need someone to confirm that you had water thrown in your face... recognition of the nature of mind is a species of insight that is fully experiential and is endowed with an unshakeable certainty. Which is why it is referred to as a 'beacon of certainty' or a 'torch of certainty'. If one has even a shadow of doubt as to whether they have recognized the nature of mind, then they have not recognized the nature of mind. Valid knowledge of one's nature ensues from a doubtless epiphany tantamount to the feeling of waking up from a dream. That being said, there are surely many students who have not had that insight yet deceive themselves into believing they have indeed recognized their nature, for whatever reason. Some methods of direct introduction (i.e. pointing out instruction) involve explanation... an explanation would be an oral transmission. There is also symbolic and mind transmission. In any case it never has to do with supernatural or energetic hocus pocus.

Separation from the source of creation is an illusion, dream, facade, a lie. but more believable - in general regards to civilization and selfish pursuits - than that we are all god.

The dream is a sham, not a reality - utter waste of reality, time, space, and existence. an imposition upon freedom that should not be allowed to exist.

Have any of you experienced water shiatsu? I was at a week-long Congress (a huge collection of every kind of energy therapist imaginable) and there was a water shiatsu therapist there. The place had a perfect indoor pool for it -- maybe 1.5M deep very warm water, quite large. It was a meditation and relaxation pool. In the session, you're given ankle and wrist floats, and a nose clip. You're on your back and the therapist guides you gently through the water, making swirling motions with your body. A little difficult to describe in text but wow, what an experience. There's a lot of wave/spinal movement involved in the therapy, and you're moving like a fish. It was years ago but I can still call up the feeling weightless floating... I was in a dream state, the most poignant moment was when I 'became' a sea turtle... Follow-up sessions cost like 150€ so I only ever did it the one time. But really, I think anyone with a decent feel for flow could do this with a friend and make it quite enjoyable.

Heheeh...here is the thing....I was at my old job and she was my boss. I am not sure if I want my old job back. Or she may be implying that "in the future" I may be able to get my old self back. Funny though, this woman was involved in my other dreams (5 years ago) too relating to a business decision I was making in my old job. In this dream, I was at the bathroom and she just barged right in and floating around like a spirit literally and telling me I needed to hire more staff. At the moment, nothing is really happening in my life other than my family, the entire extended family with over several generations, are coming together and to make the funeral and burial arrangements. I hate family gathering here. A lot of times, it is like a big pissing contest. Here, I am expecting to see relatives I have not seen in decades.

Interesting yes, usually you hear about either the front two death? being symbolic of that. I had a number of teeth fall out in a dream a couple of weeks ago and in their place grew psilocybin and amanita mushrooms, I was confident I could grow my teeth back haha. I haven't had such mushrooms in this life. I started eating them and got a super sweet delightful taste and woke up... hmm Hmm maybe it means the power of the mushrooms is within and I don't need to seek them elsewhere... (that just came to mind) haha Helps to share dreams, write them out etc. Did you get your old self back?

I agree with the puppet theory,...not that a Secret Government is controlling things,...but something more akin to Colin Wilson's Mind Parasites. I stand by my comment however,...that if Gore was President, 9-11 would not have occurred,...but 9-11did occur, and thus Gore wasn't suppose to be President,...even though he actually won. We cannot changed the past,...and every perceived moment is in the past. To look at it another way,...the beginning is intimately connected to the end,...just like film at a theater. We may not yet know the end, but just as in the theater, nothing you do during the middle is going to change the ending,...because in actuality, everything occurs at one time. If you could listen to all the frequencies on your radio tuner at the sametime, you'd have a better grasp of the whole dream.

Is this astral projection? From my perception it sounds like daydreaming. I can daydream at will, but I know its just that, a dream.

I think soul is here so much as waking self is in dream. Body and mind are made of same stuff. In my eyes it is perfectly logical to open all channels in body and realize true emptiness and turn body into a light or whatever appearance.

Most definitely. My sleep patterns have fluctuated wildly throughout my life. Though my sleep is stable these days, it shifts a bit depending if I'm working on a project or not. Used to be I would go to bed around 4am and wake up mid day. This went on for years. I was writing and performing for a few theater companies back then and the hours between 10pm and 4am were my most productive. It was natural. This was my mid to late twenties. More recently I'm waking up around 3-5 am. Which is beautiful. The quiet early hours of predawn are absolutely incredible. I love moving slowly, hearing the early morning birds and simply being in the hours when most everyone in my side of the planet is still sleeping. Over the last month, I've adjusted again. I've taken the summer off to be with my son and we fell into a natural pattern of going to bed around midnight. I spent a couple years in a self induced poly-phasic sleep pattern during college. The phrase didn't exist for me when I was practicing it, I just called them cat naps. The idea came upon me out of necessity and from having grown up living with cats. I started catching multiple short naps through the day and night and it worked great. Was married, working and living off campus, performing in 4-10 productions a year and graduated summa cum laude with two degrees. Of course, I was 22-23 so... could have done it on almost no sleep... Though it was during this phase of my life that my dream life became the most intense and vivid on a consistent basis. This led experimenting with various changes in sleep to help induce more lucid dreams and to enhance OBE exits. I really detest Descartes and the whole mechanistic Cartesian paradigm. Mechanical time to me, is a square corner, human illusion and an out of balance left brain disease.

That's Abe Maslow's heirarchy and life's not like that. Abe did all his research amongst well paid white ( still racially segregated workplace ) Detroit automobile production line workers way back in the late 60s of the last century. Maslow's work hangs around as it's in colour and a triangle hence nice to look at and seems to make sense. However it has that 'production-line based mindset' that insists that each component is in place so that the 'product' can move forward (' upwards') to the next level. Now we all know that is BS as we've all met 'self actualized' people who are potless or homeless or victim-martyrys or whatever. Maslow is ' Mom, home and apple pie', if the 'American Dream' ( circa 1969) is all in place, according to Abe; then you are at the top of the tree. That never ever was, nor is; the necessary case.

You know, I have to ask myself... I wonder if you really see auras. I mean, it sounds like you see something, like I used to see.. I could see the whitish aura that extended from my fingers. I could see very pale pastel colors around people' s bodies. I would practice allot at school. I thought I could see auras. Then one day when I was into kriya yoga and kunlun, my third eye opened up. Something that resembled a yellow orange eye with a dark blue center appeared just beyond my forehead and I found that I could push my inner vision through it and look at the outer world. I could see through it even with my regular eyes closed. I could drive my car with my eyes closed. When I looked at people through this eye, the auras did not look at all like they looked when I was looking with just my inner awareness. Most people's auras look like flames the start at the navel and extend upwards. Most people's flames are black with some red on the outer rims. The flames are usually about 1 to 2 feet high and about 8 inches wide. That's it. There is no finer color or mist light beyond that. Probably 80% of the people I saw were like that. So I have to ask myself, what do you see and why do you think that you actually know what you are seeing is authentic? I'm not trying to be rude or destructive, but it seems to me that you are stuck in a kind of dream vision or inner sight that is more imaginary than anything else. Maybe a kind of etheric vision coupled with visualized projection? The other thing I was going to mention is that demons are real, they do exist and mostly they like to disguise themselves and come and visit you while you are just falling asleep. They whisper things to you and try to influence you while you are in that pre-sleep hypnagogic state. They are very good at disguising themselves and can appear as most anyone. The thing to remember is that they are all empty and that your mind is constructing them out of past karma, so it is more of an indication of a need for realization and cleansing than anything else. So there you go. Now you have something to ponder...