Elysium

One particularly beautiful place in the Astral Plane is an area I can only compare to the Elysian Fields. I was given this comparison after describing the place to someone else. While far from a perfect match, the general idea seems to fit well.

There is a field of flowers, as far as the eye can see. Tiny wildflowers grow here, with different colors and shapes, different scents and textures. It is so truly beautiful it's enough to make you forget to the physical world exists. However, the place is inextricably attached life on Earth.

Each flower, in this immeasurable multitude of blossoms, has a story. If you focus on it, bring it close to your face as if you were trying to smell it, you will hear its tale at once. It is an instant knowing.

It will tell you the story of a single human life, how they lived, how they died, and what was important to them in their living. What they kept, if you will, when passing on to the next phase of existence.

Some of the stories would be very sad if you heard them in the earthly plane, but here they don't seem to be so. There is beauty and light even in the deepest darkness. Other stories, if you heard them told in the earthly plane would sound like stories of great victories and lives well lived, but in the end what's kept doesn't seem any better, more meaningful, or richer than that of an ordinary man.

This is not to say that what's kept are always family ties, spiritual experiences, or qualities and experiences seen as pure in the eyes of the predominant religions of our time. Generally, though, it seems that what people hold onto for the coming phase are the memories of what brought them to most true joy in the one passing.

To genuinely understand what I'm attempting to describe here you will have to experience it for yourself.

I spent a great deal of time in this field of flowers as a teenager. I could have easily lost myself completely, and not known or cared how it happened, or perhaps even that it happened. So you may need to be a little careful, and mindful of your existence in the physical if you visit this region.

If you have an interest in the human condition the stories are very intriguing, and incredibly enlightening if you have the ability to learn from the experience of others, not all of us do. The stories may teach you how to live so that you have a lot worth keeping when you pass through. They may also soften your heart to the nature of men, even men that you would normally view as wicked.

How To Enter The Astral Plane

When you've gotten used the experience of to astral projection, and have validated your experiences, you're probably ready to try traveling to the other planes.

You may or may not have encountered a veil, window, or door that does not exist in the physical world, but is very often there when you project. If you have, this may be a visual representation your consciousness has created to assist you. If not, don't worry, you don't really need this type of assistance.

What you need to do is raise your vibrations. The astral plane has a lighter and faster vibratory rate than the material plane. When projected into the physical world, with practice, you can sense something beyond the space where your body resides.

It's a lighter, faster energy, and somewhat hard to explain. Let's just say if it were a sound it would be higher pitched, the same note, but one octave higher than its physical counterpart.

Allow yourself to sense the vibrations around you that are not attached to any persons, animals, or things on this plane. The planet, or perhaps this universe itself, has a vibration. When you sense these vibrations you should notice more than one. They resonate at different frequencies, if you'll permit the analogy.

Now, notice the vibrations of your own being, which of the frequencies are you in tune with? You want to elevate your vibrations until they are in tune with the highest level you can feel. Again, it should be the same note, but a higher octave.

The upper planes are generally not directly available from the material plane. In my experience you have to go through the astral to get there.

You need to take control of your own vibratory rate with your consciousness and push it up, make it faster, lighter, and higher. This can be done, and is done readily.

Once you've done this you will feel that you have crossed through a veil of sorts. You may actually get some visual experience that accompanies this feeling. In my personal experience, the astral plane is misty to begin with, and then clears up.

Places, people and things on the astral plane are either transient or semi-permanent, much like the earth itself. I will go through at some other time describing various semi-permanent structures I've seen there. There is a great deal to see.

Don't fear anything, just head right out to wherever your heart takes you. You don't really need angels, or guardians, or anything, the omnipresence infinite conciousness is within you, and all around you at all times.

There is nothing in all of creation that can harm your spirit, consciousness, or however you prefer to think of it. Anyone that tells you otherwise has an agenda of some kind, or has been taught incorrectly and lacks sufficient experience to realize the truth on their own.

So have a good time, and above all with anything, or anyone you come across be kind or just leave it alone.

Astral Warriors, Alter Ego, and a Tin Headed Man

Recently I've had a couple of strange experiences, things I'm not accustomed to seeing when projecting, though they do occur now and again. These 'beings' come along just as I'm heading out.

Once I'm kind of established on the way to wherever I'm going, they no longer appear, so I think it may actually be subconscious noise, hypnagogic imagery, that happens before, and not after projection. They're quite unusual, though, and some are a little unnerving.

For example I came in contact with someone I'll call Tin Head more than once. This is a man with a hammered iron looking bucket with eye slots placed on his head, and no other "armor" or weaponry.

He was a wordless soul who was trying to project some sort of strong, powerful, gladiator-type image. I don't know why he approached me. If he wasn't going to actually interact, but just stand there and try to look strong, what was the point?

Tin Head was accompanied on one occasion by a person who looked like me, but a sociopath sort of me with a nasty sneer and fading in and out etheric form. This entity would morph back and forth between a rather small, skinny individual who I didn't recognize and then Psycho-me that I didn't really recognize either.

I don't know what to do now, my alter ego is living on the astral plane and I'm sure it's causing trouble.

I'm not sure what's going on with all that. I think at least part of the trouble may be that I have had a personal ongoing inquiry into these people who call themselves "Astral Warriors."

This notion of Astral Warriors is so very foreign to me that I really feel the need to know all about them. There is no "war" outside of this physical plane that I'm aware of. The spiritual warfare thing is a crisis dreamed up by religionists to keep their followers focused on duality.

The religionists seem to want to encourage actual physical violence, but that's a subject for another time.

Nonetheless, I've been searching and reading. I recently read Techniques of Astral Combat and I learned a few things. First and foremost, I learned that this book is absolute tripe and I wasted a few hours of my life that I'll never get back.

I must admit, however, that I laughed out loud repeatedly and for quite some time over certain things said in this book, so it wasn't a total waste of time. If you are an experienced traveler, and have a dark sense of humor like my own, I'd actually recommend it for the giggles. Don't buy it, though, just read it through Google books. It's missing pages, but you really won't be missing anything important.

According to G Travels, we live in a world where dark entities from the astral plane are constantly trying to cross over and sap our energy. The Astral Warriors have existed throughout time, protecting the mostly unaware from these evil beings.

Shamans and other mystical types, who seem to believe the astral realms are their private domain, should be grateful, because they don't know who is really protecting them. They are apparently protected by this silent, and largely invisible, group of astral warriors.

Beings you meet who offer guidance and knowledge are actually these same demons trying to lure you in and eventually will drain you of life energy. Most beings I've met in the astral were quite remarkably disinterested in giving you any information, knowledge, or guidance. Hell they often won't acknowledge you to give you directions. Some interact, but I wouldn't call what they have to say guidance.

I don't think this person and I go to the same place when we project. He is constantly being attacked by negative beings trying to destroy him, and consume his energy. I've seen some strange things, upon further inspection without fail they are the most harmless things imaginable.

He claims that no one has been able to demonstrate an ability to project into the material world and come back with information they couldn't have known otherwise. This statement is patently false, and I think it is intended to illustrate that he knows more than anyone else.

He heavily downplays the vast array of eastern mystics who have talked about, and traveled through the other planes. He also refers to "enlightenment" as an easy path, which is another clue to this intention, in my opinion.

All the mystics are dead wrong in G. Travels' experience, and if it weren't for the Astral Warriors they'd be just plain dead. They would have crossed over and been immediately devoured by dark entities that lurk in the shadows. These experiences with entities can and do injure the physical body and can even kill you.

On a side note, seeking enlightenment is for the lazy, and men killed in battle are more likely to survive the 'Death Fragmentation Trauma' than other, weaker souls, like people who die of disease or old age.


So if you want life after death you should go join the Army and kill, kill, kill. Then die in battle when you're at your prime. This Is Sparta!!

He does pay undue respect to the world's major religions, though, which is, in my opinion, probably why he's meeting demons when he tries to project, if he's actually trying to project and not just pulling this stuff out of his -- back pocket.

He discusses very powerful beings called liches, which is like vampire+10. These liches were most likely powerful businessmen and the like in life, according to Travels. So they are super-powerful beings in the astral. Even accomplished warriors should not face them alone, and running is your only chance of survival.

I've always thought of death as the great equalizer, in Travels' world, not so much. You just keep on with the same troubles you had here, what a shame.

It quickly starts to sound like a videogame, or good basis for a D&D campaign. There is, in fact, a chat-based RPG game called Astral Warriors. I wonder which came first.

Some people do take this stuff super seriously. There's even a lodge, or a coven, or what have you, dedicated to warriorship. If you are haunted by dark entities they can help you, so they say. It's a place called the Abode of the Lion, dedicated to Hyperborean Tradition Warriorship.

I can't seem to find where they're making money, but I assume it's there, either money or power. When people tell you to be afraid of some unknown force I have found that they always, always either want money or they want you to give up your power to them.

People give up their power, and accept outside authority, when they're threatened, otherwise they tend to ignore the would-be authority and act according to their own conscience and commonsense.

Perhaps I should just be thankful that we have such brave souls out there protecting us and maybe grateful that they haven't attacked me yet. Meanwhile, I'll soon be having surgery to adjust my right eyebrow, which seems to be permanently stuck in the up position.

Validate Your Out of Body Experiences

Once you've had a few OOBEs, the next step is to validate what you're experiencing. The idea here is to prove to yourself that your consciousness is actually traveling to other places.

Why validate? You could just be having nice fantasies, or WILDs. If you don't validate you can't be sure.

WILDS and other lucid dreams are wonderful ways to explore your consciousness, and I'll talk about them at some other time, but they are not OOBEs.

Validating your OOBEs will reinforce your ability, and give you something few human beings living today have: Proof that human consciousness is an infinite, non-physical energy. For many this equates to proof of the human soul, and continuation of existence after physical death.

You absolutely want to validate your OOBEs before you try to travel to higher realms. There are a few ways you can do this.

First and most popular, have a friend leave a random object in a place you both define beforehand. Take a paper and pen and set it on a table next to you when you project. Leave your body and immediately go to this place, look at see what they put there. Go back to your physical body immediately and write down what you saw. You can then go back to your astral projection experience.

Make sure the object your friend chooses is not a playing card, matchbook, paper with writing on it, or similar. It needs to be something with substance, a sneaker, a vase of flowers, a large dinner plate. Tell them to select something larger than your fist and with a fairly well defined shape.

Most people suffer from relative astral blindness when projecting into the physical world. Using small things like playing cards, easily mutable items like pieces of clothing, or objects with writing and patterns you're expected to discern will likely lead to failure.

A second option, and I've mentioned this before, visit a friend. Find out what they're doing and then ask them what they were doing. Of course, this has the drawback of having to wait for them to do something worth mentioning.

There is also the hazard of having had some sort of 'telepathic' connection. Positive validations using this method may seem more like coincidental events, rather than actual proofs, unless you have a large number of them. If your friends lead exciting and highly varied lives, this method may work well for you.

A third method, and one I recommend if you don't have a reliable friend to try the first, is to go somewhere you've never been before. A public place, like a restaurant, a store, a hotel lobby, some place that will have a defined interior.

Again, go back immediately and write down what you saw. I say go immediately, because with time out of body you'll begin to forget, and alter your initial experience.

Some people say go to a neighbor's house that you've never visited, and then go knock on their door with cookies or something, but I'm not recommending this as a first choice. You could be picking up vibes from them, so we have the telepathic issue.

There is also the chance that you may have seen the interior of the home through the window. You may not realize you have, but the subliminal impact of this can't be ignored.

I also don't really recommend natural settings like parks, because they have a general look alike, you'll see trees, possibly a river or a lake, dirt, maybe a building where they have a display of what the park is about. You could easily assume what you're going to see.

If you do happen to visit a natural place while OOB, then definitely look around for unusual, remarkable things that you could later go and check on. As always, go back and write them down and give yourself some idea of where to look for them when you visit again in the flesh.

So once you're comfortable with projecting, validate your experience. You don't have to share your proofs with others if you don't want to, that's not the point. Prove it to yourself, you'll be glad you did.

Tree Of Life

As I entered state I could feel unseen hands on my shoulders, pushing me down into my chair. I opened my eyes, and I was standing at the edge of a black circular pit. There was no way of knowing how deep it went.

For a moment I saw myself, but it was not myself, as I was present here at the precipice hovering over the black hole in the ground. I looked to the left and right and again saw myself, doubled.

On either side of myself I stood, clutching at my shoulders, pulling me back, attempting rescue myself from falling into oblivion. The pit drew me forward like a vacuum, and I, the external and doubled me, silently battled against this force.

Then without warning I let go of myself. I fell through the blackness, oddly comfortable. It was the comfort of nothingness, no fear, pain, want, pleasure, love, joy, the bliss of impending nonexistence.

I fell into deep water, with a soft landing and quickly swam to find the surface. I was in a cave once again, not one I'd seen before, but they all look the same in certain respects. I look around for an exit and saw a bright white light streaming in from around the corner.

As I approached it the light became more and more blinding until I could see nothing at all. "One more step," my mind echoed, "one more step, take one more step in faith," and I walked forward into the unknown.

I found myself falling again, with storm clouds all around, lightning, thunder, menacing and angry. Yet the storm was beautiful and intriguing. I wondered what it was saying, but the language was too garbled for me to understand.

Finally I landed in a river below. There were high cliffs all around and the clouds passed overhead quickly, propelled by a strong wind.

There was a path between the mountains that I could see from where I landed and I waded through the river, chest-deep, to the shore. As I approached the path I could see trees in the distance, a pine forest growing amid the rocky peaks. I found myself running with joy toward the pines. This was what I had been looking for. This was why I came here.

Placing both hands on the trunk of one of the pines I could feel strong vibrations, the essence of growth energy emanating through the thick, coarse bark. I wrapped my arms around the tree to try and absorb some of this life energy, and the tree was transformed.

It was now the tree at the center of the universe, swaying in the breeze of time. I tried to look up, to observe its movements, and realized I could not, because I was a part of it.

I was a drop of the golden sap flowing through the Tree of Life.

I flowed up through the branches, touching the leaves, and back down again to the roots. I brushed against the soil in which the roots held fast and found I was now laying on the ground beneath it.

Laying in its shade I could see only a small portion of it, it reached high beyond the cliffs, and the clouds, and out into the unformed spaces in the universe.

A moth fluttered nearby and soon approached me. Its body was luminous white with tinges of changing color and its wings were a dusty grayish-brown. Don't touch the wings, I reminded myself, you'll wipe off the dust and it won't be able to fly.

The moth alighted on me and began eating what appeared to be tiny crystals that had formed below my shoulders, where the hands of my second selves had held me before I fell. The moths nibbling felt like scratching an itch. It had its fill of the crystals and fluttered away, leaving a few behind.

I turned to see what else was going on here and found myself back in my chair...

3,000 Years of Silence

"It has been 3,000 years since my brothers last came here, 3,000 years since we've seen this." So what happened 3,000 years ago and how did we get here, where we stand mouths agape waiting for the feast of fire to fall upon us and cleanse our tongues of deceit?

History tells us that David, follower of El/Yahweh, entered Jerusalem and set up the first Kingdom of Israel in 1009 BCE. At the same time the High Priests of Amun, a politically ambitious cult, rose once again to primacy in Egypt following the death of Akhenaten.

El the Canaanite god of gods, and Yahweh a desert war god from Edom, were conflated to make one, god the father caring for his children/his chosen, and simultaneously an angry, jealous god of wrath and war. Yahweh appears to suffer from alter ego.

Similarly, Amun has a second nature. He is merged with Ra the sun god, to increase his power and influence. Amun is also known as Amun-Ra, "the hidden aspect of the sun."

The seeds of duality appear to sprout here. Western society as we know it, over 25+ centuries, grew from these roots.

Julian Jaynes posits a theory that modern consciousness developed in the human mind quite recently. You can see it truly taking over around this time, and going forward from here. In the period prior he states that humans possessed something he calls the bicameral mind.

The term bicameral refers to a state where the mind was split into two segments, one side giving orders and the other side following them, with no introspection or self-reference. The voice giving orders was assumed to be the voice of god, and man followed the commands of this voice without questioning.

The falling away of this bicameral mind gave rise to oracles, high priests, and prophets. Men turned to them as a coping mechanism. No longer able to hear the voice of god they relied on those who still could for direction.

This is a highly simplified version of a complex and controversial hypothesis. I don't personally subscribe to it for a variety of reasons, but I do believe Jaynes stumbled upon something.

What if rather than the fall of the bicameral mind giving rise to men looking outside of themselves for the voice of god, looking outward for god was enforced upon them by men in positions of power?

I put this in the context of David and the High Priests of Amun, because they both embrace duality, religious violence, and in the case of the cult of Amun excessive duplicity for political expedience. This must filter down through society and leave a stain.

Eastern forms of religion, in the main, still understand that god is found within. God is in everything, and everything is in god. God is energy. Their society grew from different roots than our own.

Muslims claim to be an "Eastern" religion, but their beliefs also grew from the seeds of Abraham, and their faith follows the same pattern.

Consider the power one has when they demand a society look outward, rather an inward, for the presence of god, when they look outward to see not only who they are, but who they should be.

What does this have to do with an old indigenous spirit guide? Absolutely nothing, but it has everything to do with us, our duplicity, and the blindness in our third eye.

For 3,000 years now we have been relying upon other men to tell us about the nature of god, while those same men have murdered, raped and pillaged over the earth.

Why do we believe we can trust them more than we trust ourselves?

Two Doors

Deep in the seat of consciousness, in a complete state of bliss, I was at once the light of creation flowing in, and the darkness at the moment of illumination.

I heard a voice, at first a whisper, like a fine mist in my ear. The voice became louder, but still distant. It was the sound of cloudless blue skies, fresh strawberries still warm from the sun, jasmine flowers in bloom.

"Come with me, I want to show you something."


I opened my eyes and suddenly I was falling. Boundless ignorance invaded every cell of my being, punctuated by flashes of infinite, imperceptible possibilities.

Just when I thought I would succumb to oblivion I made impact on a cold stone slab, my soul shattered like glass.

I had been here before. I remember vaguely, hours spent desperately trying to lift myself after falling, with my mind poured out like water, rivulets of belief running down the tiles, until finally daylight came and I was found and put away.

I gathered myself up quickly, confidently. I am stronger now. I release doubts and fears to embrace the eternal energy of creation. I am whole.

"Come follow me. I want to show you the truth." I followed the voice, closer now. The sound had become a cool babbling stream flowing into my parched soul.

"You must choose a path." I was shown two doors side by side. Beyond one I could see a faint glimmer of fire, beyond the other only darkness.

"Which one is correct, which will you choose?" The voice pressed me, impatient.

"Neither," I said, "neither one is correct, and they both lead to the same place." I spoke and was drawn through a third door that appeared between the two.

As I crossed the threshold I was reunited with the stream of energy, joined by a multitude other souls and we laughed together, sharing a secret, and overcome with joy. We laughed, because we knew, and it was so very beautiful.

Then they were gone and I cried, because I couldn't remember.

What did we know?