Voodoo

[MagnetMan]

Neil is 12 years old when he joins a hatha yoga class.

He is an avid and diligent student and is eventually the model his yogi master uses to demonstrate the correct posture for each asana to the rest of the class.

 

Intensely into his spiritual development, Neil has difficulty relating to the mundane games of his peer group. In his late teens he dreams of meeting a female soul mate. At 21 he finally meets her. She is 18 and lovely. She too is into yoga and has hiked all the way to India to find a master, only to be turned back at the Indian border because she is South African and it is still during the Apartheid era. They are ecstatic together . Six months after meeting her, she slips on the pavement while they are out walking . She falls in the street at the same moment as a bus drives by. Neil watches in horror as her head is crushed under the wheels.

 

Fast forward one year. Neil is still in mourning. He cannot accept that someone so young and beuatiful and so interetsed in life, the world, in God, could suddenly be dead, gone from existence, with no meaning or or purpose to her life, and that he would never see her or make love to her again. He is morbidly fixed on death and wants to know what lies beyond it. He is confronted with his Belief in God. All the years of yoga training and the endless talks by the yogiraj about God. For that year his whole reason for being is put on the line. He eventually decides that continued life is meaningless without knowing its ultimate answer. He decides to cross over.

 

He gets into a bath with a razor blade. At the precise moment that he is fully committed to the final act and begins the first cut, there is an explosion inside his body. (This is the release of kudulini energy which I will explain at some other time). The force flings him completely out of the bath. He finds himself crawling around on the bathroom floor. Everything is shining with a strange wonderful aura, even the plumbing pipes under the wash basin. The drops of water are like diamonds and when he licks them off the floor they taste like nectar.

 

Far forward six months. Neil wakes up in his bedroom and sees a male figure standing by his doorway. Before he can feel frightened, the figure steps carefully back out of sight. Two of his mother’s poodle dogs run into the room and jump on his bed and begin playing with him. After a few minutes he realizes that both of the dogs were old pets that had died several years back. As soon has he realizes this, the dogs jump off the bed and run out of the room.

 

Fast forward another few months. Neil is lying awake on his bed, when he notices a foot begin to emerge from the prone foot. The other foot emerges too; then both legs. Pretty soon he finds himself floating a couple of feet above his body. He is wobbling wildly in mid-air, trying to keep his balance. He sees three old crones hovering near the ceiling. They speak in unison. “Come on Neil! You can do it! You can do it!” His fright snaps him suddenly back into his body. The jolt is extremely painful and the crones are gone..

 

Fast forward another few months. Neil has learned to hover on the very edge of sleep and then to float out of his body at will and fly around the house and property and see what everybody is doing. He has found that if anybody comes into his bedroom and disturbs his body from deep sleep, he is immediately and painfully jolted back inside it. He finds an old tantric yoga text book that tells him what to do to about it. The text also informs him that that there are malefic spirits who might try to inhabit his body while he is not in it. He learns how to conjour a sword out of the air gases and draws a flaming circle around his body, leaving it protected, before flying off for another adventure on the astral plane, trailing his silver chord behind him. (I have peeked into Neil's room from the doorway while he was away on an astral flight, a strong feeling of unease stopped me from intruding any nearer. His face was a blue-gray color, exactly like a corpse.)

 

The marvelous astral beings he has met and the conversations he has told me about over the years, could fill volumes – but they are Neil’s to relate. Not mine.

[Queso]

I have met people who claim they have met other people they know,

as energy bodies,

in the dream world-

 

Both, who lived very far away

had no way of communicating with each other,

when they finally met up

they both shared their experience.

 

I have interacted with other peoples energy bodies,

but none of them remember,

 

they're long lost

on auto pilot

just pushing thru

being influenced.

 

I awokes this morning mid-speach

my Dream Emissary was talking about

something-

 

My dream journal was too far away for me to snag

and document,

 

what a ****ing shame, that was.

 

Oh well,

time to put it

over there!!

[MagnetMan]

I have met people who claim they have met other people they know,

as energy bodies,

in the dream world-

 

Both, who lived very far away

had no way of communicating with each other,

when they finally met up

they both shared their experience.

 

There are people you meet in waking consciousness with whom you have an instant feeling of kinship. Even though by surname they may seem entirely unrelated, they are in fact direct family from a past life. Brother, sister, aunt, cousin.

 

I awokes this morning mid-speach

my Dream Emissary was talking about

something-

 

My dream journal was too far away for me to snag

and document,

 

what a ****ing shame, that was.

 

Oh well,

time to put it

over there!!

 

Dream memory fades quickly, for it is lodged in the astral mind and cannot be recalled. That is why shamans make their apprentices recount their dreams every morning, and get them registered in their normnal consciousness before they fade.

 

If I think a dream is significant and can improve my understanding of the conscious world, I make a practice of telling muself that I an dreaming, then watch the dream unfold from my pillow and thereby permanently register it. This trick of the consciousness serves well in nightmares. Instead of getting frozen into horrible situations, or am entirely lost in unfamilar territory, I just tell myself to walk away from the dream. It also helps me to remind myself to try and be brave in a dream and not wake up feeling ashamed that I was not.

In other words both me's participate.

[Queso]

There are people you meet in waking consciousness with whom you have an instant feeling of kinship. Even though by surname they may seem entirely unrelated, they are in fact direct family from a past life. Brother, sister, aunt, cousin.

 

 

 

this, so far,

is this first thing I don't agree with you, on.

How can us humans have past lives?

 

uh uh,

not plausible.

This is it-

right here.

[MagnetMan]

this, so far,

is this first thing I don't agree with you, on.

How can us humans have past lives?

 

uh uh,

not plausible.

This is it-

right here.

 

As in mundane life, so too in spiritual life, one has the free will to make any choice of Belief. I have come to believe in reincarnation for several very basic reasons. One has already been mentioned. Here is another. Let us say I have lived an ignorant life of cruelty and selfishness. and only on my deathbed, do I become aware of just how vile I was. According to Christian belief I go to hell (or heaven.) According to Hinduism, (and Buddhism as well) the whole point of ignorance is to learn from it and do better in the next life. This is how their caste system operates. I like that view better than the Christian view. Over and above that, I carry all my ancestor's genes, which includes their memories. So in this sense I am Adam reincarnated in every life.

 

I was baptised in the name of Christ when I was an infant. which assured me of entry into heaven,

As an adult, after a year in a Japanese monastery, I chose to be ordained as a Zen Buddhist minister.

Either way. I am well covered by death-bed insurance. (Ha ha)

Objectively, I think God could care less about our spiritual choices before reunification.

 

You are certainly entitled to your own beliefs.

But pray tell. Why you do not subscribe to getting multiple chances to lead a successful life via reincarnation?

[Dark Mind]

Most folks know when & where they were born, but have you have tried to narrow down the when & where of conception? As near as I can tell I was conceived on my Mother's birthday.:hyper:

 

PS I can attest to no voodoo in the proceedings, but then no proof is not proof.

As near as I can tell, both my father and I were conceived on Thanksgiving (?). Wonderful to know and have on your mind every Holiday... :eek_big:...

 

(My birthday 8-24, my dad's 8-29)

[Queso]

You are certainly entitled to your own beliefs.

But pray tell. Why you do not subscribe to getting multiple chances to lead a successful life via reincarnation?

 

interesting,

but truth buzzes when it occurs to me,

and I do not feel truth in reincarnation.

 

I'm an earthling,

my energy will go

back into the earth

and into other things.

 

like plants//mountain lion//

[Racoon]

haha..

 

I still think MagnetMan was a good guy!

[wine]

haha..

 

I still think MagnetMan was a good guy!

 

After searching through these forums for various topics that interest me I found magnetman and his words, which led me to his profile, which led me to his website.

Being a fan of the future, I ordered a copy of his book.

 

Have you read it, Racoon?

 

Has anyone read it?

 

So far ahead of this time. He incorporates zen poetry with our history. He explains our paradigms and sheds light on the future.

 

I don't think I'm a voodoo child, I love Hendrix, but my parents were traditional.

I can't even imagine my conception, ha.