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oops I'm done. @Myioko thanks so much for inspiring this story, I ended up loving it. Can't wait to read yours. This is meant to be read with the reading music when you get to that spot. Just click play and continue reading. ALSO-- see pic before reading. The Golden Prayer When I first got to Heaven, they stuck me on the first floor mailroom filing prayer requests. These requests piled in through countless channels in the form of hand written notes, and I never questioned what the point in all this was when the big man upstairs--the head hancho CEO himself-- could hear prayers telepathically. You learn not to ask a lot of questions in Heaven. (After some time, I came to suspect it was because no one really knows.) And trust me, I had questions. Like why was Heaven some corporate skyrise with glass panels stretching up to the clouds? I thought we were supposed to be in the clouds, dancing around some pearly gates or something. No one told me I'd be put to work. And what the heck was up with the angels? I couldn't tell if they were supposed to be our supervisors or us theirs; because they were very shy and would teleport away the very second I made eye contact. I would have had like zero training if it weren't for the kind souls who were put there with me in the mailroom. A nice man named Jerry (who was homeless most of his adult living life) showed me the ropes of filing the prayer requests. He said he was teaching me exactly how he was taught when he arrived. 'The good ol' way.' "Now, its very important to get everything in perfect alphabetical order," he'd say often, "God is real particular about order, let me tell you. Trust me, they notice. Do good and you may move on up someday, kid." Jerry had been trying to get into accounting for two human decades. Honestly, I think at this point he'd settle for custodian, just to get off the first floor. One morning, after pulling an all-nighter during covid season, I stumbled upon an odd colored envelope which appeared from an unknown channel. It was on the floor in a pile of white envelopes, but this one was golden with a red wax seal. When I picked it up the mailroom echoed with gasps; and Jerry emerged, approaching with hesitation. "It's you," he said, eyes widening. "Of course its you. I knew it from the very beginning." "What?" I asked, stunned. "What is it?" "You got a golden prayer," he answered. Was he crying? "Those are hand delivered, by whoever finds it. Cannot be touched by two souls. It's yours kid. You're the one. Straight to the top." The crowd parted while he and two more elders led me down to the far side of the mailroom and to an elevator. "Now, go," Jerry said, wiping an eye. "And remember me. I was the one who gave you an extra donut on your first day, yesir!" "Well I'll be back soon of course," I said. "No, no," he replied solemnly. "They say those who deliver the golden prayer never come back down… now go!" He shoved me into the elevator and with one last hopeful wave goodbye, pressed the button to close the doors. I… I had to catch my breath for a second and process… Like what the actual hell? (oops, sorry God!) The elevator climbed and climbed, up and up to-- well, the heavens I guess. It claimed there were 72 floors but I'll be dam--darned-- if it didn't feel like an eternal climb. On and on… long enough for it to truly set in where I was headed, and for the mind to invent a million things of what I'd see when I would arrive. It was almost torture, had I not whole lifetimes to reflect upon to bide the time. Finally, with a chime like an alarm clock stealing me from a pleasant dream, the doors opened on floor 72. "Come, come," the angels beckoned me, lining both sides of the hall down towards great big golden doors. They played the most beautiful music on pearly harps and golden trumpets, and it struck me that these angels were not shy at all. They looked me in the eye, flooding the very essence of my being with a type of love I could never describe. I was here. I was worthy. I was Home. Or perhaps it was the golden prayer in my hands-- but oh well, I’d take it. I nearly floated to the great doors. I had so many things to say to the CEO, and not much time to sort them all out. But oh, was he going to get it! That was for sure. (What he would get, I hadn't exactly worked that out yet... ) …And Jerry, I couldn't forget Jerry. He was kind to me. With a loud creak the doors opened wide. The first thing I remember seeing was quite perplexing. There was a time, I thought, when I would have called this my living room. It seemed like ages ago, but the memories were trickling in---and as they did, the scene began to build: the old brown leather couch which had seen one too many drunken nights; the painting of a hippie Buddha I found at a thrift store down the street; my cat Binx…. "Clear!" I heard from within the room, and suddenly the silhouettes of people formed from a dark mist. They were huddled over in front of the couch, and as their images materialized it became clear they were hovering over… …me. "I have a pulse," I heard one say. I walked closer and looked at the body. Yes, I did look like that at one time, right? Yes, that was definitely me. My name was… Sam. Sam Waters. It was all coming back now. My heart was weak from a childhood illness. They told me from the beginning it would fail early. I just didn't think it would be this early… ~ Open the letter ~ A voice beckoned to me from beyond, and I heeded. Inside the envelope was a small handwritten note saying-- "I pray he awakens to his true nature." And with that, I opened my eyes for the first time since going down. After weeks in the hospital I was finally allowed to return home. On the way, I stopped near the city park. There was a homeless man there and I gave him my car. I could walk.

Good lyrics in this one And this one just reassures me that I'd listen to her sing the phone book

Another unreleased

@SirVladimir An unreleased one : And I'm curious, was it 'blue lips' or 'aquarius' that you saw me post on here? (here they are anyway)

@Myioko OK cool let's set a deadline of one week from today (Thursday) and word limit of 1500 words

Writing things down has worked since the dawn of... well, written history.

@Myioko awesome do you want to pick the picture? Thank you, I'm glad you liked the story. I've been told I have good dialogue, I always work hard to make it sound natural. . Yeah I noticed we had the similar voices... Very cool ?

I dunno, where does it seem to be pointing to? I'd start there and follow the point.

Mahn ? Alright alright

@Michal__ I use the term loosely ? but in a way, yes I consider it split vision, being aware of the body environment and the astral dream at the same time - -

Reveal the Nahm face!!

@SirVladimir I was getting participation. But not enough to keep the flame going through an increasingly hard time at work. But since then I've hired a new girl to run the front so things are getting much easier. It's been on my mind to relaunch the site. The main complaint from participants was one week was not long enough to program the dream goal to memory. It's definitely one of those things that I consider a 'futuristic job', such as Astral coaching and astral games such as voting on a dream goal to accomplish. I'll give the sign-in info to anyone who would like to take over ? universe, are you listening?

Try TRE

Take a look at my now abandoned website for lucid dream goals. Every week we would vote on a dream goal to accomplish, and half the battle is remembering to do it once you're lucid. I'd love to get it up and running again, but I will either switch to bi-monthly voting or just once a month. It became too much work to keep up the weekly voting, especially after returning to work from covid shut down where this website was born. https://www.ldgoals.com/ @SirVladimir fellowship of the dream ?

Anything that speaks to heart. Yes, that worked, but I did the session for a minute or two without some THC and just couldn't get into it. That's a personal problem of course, the marijuana raises my interests and motivation. I used to try Ritalin and adderal for this issue, but that was many years ago before I got into consciousness work or discovered marijuana. So I've definitely built a dependency on sativa to keep me motivated to carry on my practices, and have had mystical experience one after another... but it intensifies SB almost to an unbearable amount within minutes.

@Muhammad Jawad I'd be interested if SB before kriya helps the kriya practice, or if kriya before SB helps the SB. Just be careful though, go slow

I did that last night with the Arthurian music you suggested... I was like 'I'm only hitting one button when the time comes' It was a failed session though. ? But afterwards I cracked open something for the novel that could exponentially raise the story, so perhaps not failed.

@Muhammad Jawad I think it's time to start experimenting and do your own 100 day report thread. I'd read it! Just listen to your body and energy levels on how much to do it per day.

Successfully left my body last night. Had to get up to let dogs out, I was sooo groggy. But when I laid back down I was like fine-- I'll try the two methods I've been preaching. I started with counting up to fifty. At first I was just visualising the numbers but went to writing them down on my screen with astral hands. Somewhere in the forties I lost count so I switched to VELO. I'm not good at VELO really, I can only move the energy real slow and sluggish without some THC in my immediate system, but it's something I work on about once a day. I was now finding it hard to go back to sleep. So now I switch it up and decide to just 'listen/pray with my heart' which was the advice my astral friend Sam told me to do. He said it's a 'loving letting' , not so much an action. Finally I find myself groggy again and have rolled onto my side. I get to that buzzing space where I know I could separate, and suddenly I see my husband get up out of bed to leave the bedroom (I have no idea if it's really happening, but I try this anyway) I ask him to come over and pull me out. So he comes over to my side of the bed (definitely a dream, he would never do this) and is grabbing around my legs. He pulls me out and I get up into the bay window and melt through and go out into the cul-de-sac just like I do in my bilocation adventures. I walk amongst the houses of my neighbourhood at night, and as usual I'm a weirdo and want to go in some of the houses and see what's going on. (don't ask) I completely forgot my goal of visiting my mind palace in a vivid lucid dream, or of meeting Sam so I could get a visual of his appearance. I hear people talking loudly from one house so I go up to it, but I don't go inside. At this point I'm slipping more and more into a dream, I should have rubbed my hands together and kept reminding myself I was dreaming. I hear much louder on the street over, so I fly over there and find a room and board building for college kids. Now that seemed fun so I go investigate that place and once inside I've definitely slipped into a non lucid dream.

@Hulia that dream place sounds beautiful! I've been a little disappointed that I haven't once dreamed of Positano Italy where I visited two years ago. Do you know the place? I can only imagine the adventures I'd have descending the mountain with all the colourful shops and the ocean at the bottom.

@Michal__ @Muhammad Jawad @SirVladimir Successfully left my body last night. Had to get up to let dogs out, I was sooo groggy. But when I laid back down I was like fine-- I'll try the two methods I've been preaching. I started with counting up to fifty. At first I was just visualising the numbers but went to writing them down on my screen with astral hands. Somewhere in the forties I lost count so I switched to VELO. I'm not good at VELO really, I can only move the energy real slow and sluggish without some THC in my immediate system, but it's something I work on about once a day. Just like @Michal__ I was now finding it hard to go back to sleep. So now I switch it up and decide to just 'listen/pray with my heart' which was the advice my astral friend Sam told me to do. He said it's a 'loving letting' , not so much an action. Finally I find myself groggy again and have rolled onto my side. I get to that buzzing space where I know I could separate, and suddenly I see my husband get up out of bed to leave the bedroom (I have no idea if it's really happening, but I try this anyway) I ask him to come over and pull me out. So he comes over to my side of the bed (definitely a dream, he would never do this) and is grabbing around my legs. He pulls me out and I get up into the bay window and melt through and go out into the cul-de-sac just like I do in my bilocation adventures. I walk amongst the houses of my neighbourhood at night, and as usual I'm a weirdo and want to go in some of the houses and see what's going on. (don't ask) I completely forgot my goal of visiting my mind palace in a vivid lucid dream, or of meeting Sam so I could get a visual of his appearance. I hear people talking loudly from one house so I go up to it, but I don't go inside. At this point I'm slipping more and more into a dream, I should have rubbed my hands together and kept reminding myself I was dreaming. I hear much louder on the street over, so I fly over there and find a room and board building for college kids. Now that seemed fun so I go investigate that place and once inside I've definitely slipped into a non lucid dream.

I truly love and accept you. You can use my profile pic to do the visualization I'll even do it together with you if you want.

Hmm try the Velo technique next time Bacically you oscillate your energy /chi up and down body head to toe in a sinusoidal pattern like with shamanic breathing. At your own pace but preferably fast. Can use this video for sound cues and speed it up to suit your needs.

just for that here's a special version!