Trance, GO WITHIN

• Withdrawal from the senses, going within
• Motionless, sitting, stretching, hatha yoga
• Lying down, between sleep and waking
• Within dreams, dream yoga
• Trance, allowing the subconscious to come to the fore, then the superconscious, going into a non-differentiated state.
• Near-death exeriences, Imitating death, the portal that reverses the unfolding of birth, yielding true sight, as the mortal limitation is shed.
• See through mortality reaching beyond death, into substantive goals, such as love, emotion, compassion, empathy, wisdom, understanding
• Allowing the free movement of thoughts without discrimination
• Pratice visualization, imagination, creativity
• Open up 'ram' space, (random access memory). Process a lifetime of backlog of sensory data and inputs.
• Astral Plane, Angelic Wisdom, Halls of Learning.
  
• Realization. Discarding and moving beyond identity, letting go of identitifcation with the ego, re-creating near-death experience, ie, the backwards process of accumulation into the physical through birth.

HYPNOSIS, NLP, MIND CONTROL, MEDITATION

John Gowan Trance, Art, and Creativity
Operations of Increasing Order
Piaget
Erikson
light trance - preferrable, because of the key, "light"

Hypnosis, especially to reprogram the brain, and connect subconscious.

Study the works of Milton Erickson, or if the going is too technical, start with a few books by Bandler and Grinder, two modelers who wrote a series of books explaining Erickson’s method of intervention, often utilizing hypnosis. The idea is that we are going to apply these methods to ourselves, as there is no-one I’d prefer to entrust my brain function to than myself. Additionally, armed with a knowledge of hypnosis, we are better equipped to guard ourselves against attack, often-times from places where we least expect it, such as from TV, movies, advertising, and the government. I’ll go into the basics of hypnotic technique, but you’ll need to study this subject, not just read about it, to gain any real proficiency. Hypnosis functions by diverting the conscious mind, occupying it with a task of memory or concentration, pacing the person with congruent mannerisms, and delivering a message directly to the subconscious mind. We’ll also be working with these concepts in our own meditation, so let’s explore them in turn.

Can use the principles of NLP to self-hypnotize and work with the girls until we're better at it, ie, breaking open the doors of perception, until we are able to contact both the subconscious and super-conscious, which should be the stated goal of all our time and focus, as we need that information to design exercises that will take us to the next steps, time so short in a body, health and focus should be primary, development and acquiring more time to develop. Teach others, in order that they may carry on the work as individuals age and die.

Hypnosis, especially to reprogram the brain, and connect subconscious.

NLP, neuro-linguistic programming, combined with proper eating, and proper thinking, yields results and unexpected (though earned) dividends besides.

Also, watch videos, like of professional hypnotists, Kung Fu masters, etc, Qi Gong, TCM lessons, etc. Can get a projection screen to rest the eyes while watching feeds, need high-speed internet, at least while learning and for use of the school.

DRUMMING

Shows how a large frotally-placed drum suspended from the hips creates tension on the torso, causing contraction and workout of the abdominal muscles. Further striking the drum rhythmically not ony creates percussive effect within the body, but inputs (potentially standing) waves of sound energy thoughout. Moreover, the upper body and legs receive a substantial workout as well.

SHAMANISM

HALLUCINOGENS, MUSHROOMS

DREAMING

ENLIGHTENMENT - Actively aware of the totality of being, as well as the perfomance nature of ego-identity, and the non-duality of material manifestation (which is divine) and spirituality (which is physical).

ENLIGHTENMENT- Two-fold, one being the state of 'waking up' while dreaming, and becoming consciously and actively aware while still asleep (lucid dreaming). The second is entering a deep meditative or trance state, and developing the same consciousness as lucid dreaming.

Dreams being centrally important, as the revealed (or revelated) state of the consciousness is acessible both in dreams, as well as the semi-dream state in the middle of the night, when the division between states is thin, able to be pierced, and information becoming available to the conscious mind that can write it down in a cogent form. Not too thoughfully, as that breaks the meditative state.

Explains why the information comes in the middle of the night, having set the body into a trance state, suggesting to the conscious brain to transmit before going to sleep.

Right before you go to sleep, put a notebook and pen right next to your bed, and tell yourself over and over, ten times or more, 'when I wake up, I’ll feel refreshed and remember my dreams in great detail.' Then, as you fall to sleep, try to imagine some scene that you enjoyed from your day, which could have been something that happened to you, or even something you wished happened. Try to see and hear the principal actors; make believe people are speaking, and that you can hear what they are saying. You are the director of your own life, and this is a time for you to practice. Upon awakening, even if you typically head straight for the bathroom, just keep your eyes shut and lie there in your bed, not moving. If one of your dreams comes to you, that’s fine, let it play back in your mind at regular speed as long as you have time for this exercise. It feels good to do this every day in fact, just for ten or fifteen minutes after waking up. Please do not relive or replay any nightmares. If multiple dreams are all competing in your mind, just write down the briefest summary of each that you remember a lot of, and then choose one to let play mentally.

While you are still reliving the dream in your mind, gently open your eyes, but try to not focus on the room, but rather keep the dream going if you can. It may take a bit of practice, and it helps if you look at a blank wall or the ceiling and don’t move at first. If you can mange to keep the dream playing with your eyes open, stand up slowly, and get started on your regular bathroom routine, walking and moving slowly the whole time. The idea is to be in both worlds at once; 'inside, outside, everywhere is home.' Congratulations, if you have mastered this exercise, you have also learned the basics of self-hypnosis, and have the ability to enter a light trance state at your own choosing. You are on your way to learning something of the arts of shamanism and dream-work besides. A little treat for yourself is in order, but nothing that would slow down your progress on the path. Perhaps throw a TV-smashing party, or give your TV away to someone who thinks it’s a valuable gift.

Lucid dreaming practice. Wake up inside the dream, noting hands or other occurances that would be impossible, such as flying or going through walls or the ceiling. After realizing it is a dream, take control of the action, and start causing events to happen like guided imagination. Particularly, ask for instruction, and to visit the halls of records, learning, and wisdom. This is a good time to make contact with angels or spirit mentors.

After only 3 hours of sleep, and with the best of intentions in my heart, answers started welling up within me, much like today, late to bed, early to rise, even before sunrise. In a sleepy, half-awake state, tired and sore, with the conscious gatekeeper nodding his sleepy head, both the subconscious and superconscious may be more easily aroused, perhaps? In any event, having asked the Angels a concrete question or two (upward transmission along the Golden Cord), and being ready to receive the answer passively, without judgement or censure on my part (downward trans-mission along the Golden Cord), answers were forth-coming. The door of perception had been opened just enough to permit trans-mission and with increasing typing speed, had been written down. No stopping for punctuation, or break of sentences, as had the original Torah been written?

Even today, sleepy and slightly unwilling, I heard the voice calling, "Awake, you sleepy scoundrel, Awake and to the grind-stone, Work ye unwilling wag. Write it down before it is lost to you." Shaking my head, and rubbing my eyes, I walked to the window and opened it, a lone bird singing for the rising sun, I mumbled, "I hear and obey."

Near Death Experiences (NDE)

In a shock situation, or emergencies threatening physical injury of the body or life itself, or the sustainability of the ego, for example, the oversoul may activate supersensory systems, usually held in reserve. It is direct and quite dangerous ground to tread. Stimulus, challenge and recovery, emergency and rescue, in a never-ending cycle of hyper-excitability, with operative mechanisms spurring system development.

Dream your way home, for in the dream world, you are closer to your true being than you may imagine. Let those who have brushed death be your guide to a more accurate view.

Living in a garden of rich green plants, glowing with light. Look at your hands, and realize that you are composed of light. People approach you in the garden. They are glowing too. Some of them look familiar, perhaps family members who have passed on years ago. They are happy to see you, and smile knowingly. These glowing loved-ones pale in comparison to what comes next. A master appears. Whoever he is, he is so bright and loving that everyone gathered together in this place feels drawn to him. With more love and caring than you had ever felt from anyone on earth, the master guides with his presence, taking you on a three-dimensional review of your life.

You see everything you ever have done to anybody, every word you have spoken, and you feel everything just as it happened, as if years were passing. However, in addition to experiencing the way you felt when it happened, you also know how it felt to the others involved, seeing the effects of even casual conversation, and the smallest things you may have said and done.

Your life-review is accompanied by a moral commentary from the master, who compassionately explains to you what you did right and wrong, and indicates what you may wish to do in the future. Whether you want to remain in the experience timelessly, wishing it to continue forever, or regret many of the actions and words you've committed yourself to, for better or worse, it is ultimately yourself to whom you have wed. Given the choice to return to earthly life, perhaps to try again and improve, perhaps to support loved-ones who would lament your passing, you may choose life. Suddenly, at the instant you've made your decision, you feel yourself drawn back into your body.

You have woken up, in more ways than one. Not only has the garden of light been replaced with the material world, but the memory and understanding imparted from your experience remains, and you are a changed person. The stress is gone, tenion and anger released somewhat. Fear of death and the pre-occupation with material survival has been supplanted by a desire to teach and help others. The desire to work for money is gone, replaced by a thirst for knowledge, feelings, and expressions of love that astonishes the people who know and admire you.

Finding the work that you were born to do may be challenging, but you see it as a journey, and have no fear that you will land where the Lord wishes you to, even if that leads through many unexpected situations and experiences. You calmly accept the painful with the pleasant, seeing through life's charade. Nothing can ruffle you, for your feathers are still and strong, and flight has become possible.

Count yourself lucky if you have a near-death experience to draw upon, as it's a helpful frame of mind with which to set up a seed-vibration. If not, then read stories of NDE's.

While on vacation, swimming off the coast of San Diego, I came up with the bright idea of going out beyond where the waves break, so I wouldn’t keep getting smashed by the big surf. I was 23 years old at the time, and I grew up in Boston, where we also have an ocean, but without much of a wave in sight. After about fifteen minutes of fine Pacific ocean swimming, I began to get tired, and turned toward shore, not 50 yards away, which should have been a simple, strong effort, followed by some serious tanning on the beach. It didn’t happen. I swam into the first waves and they pulled me right out in their wake. This was new to me, but not a big deal, so I swam harder, with the same result, and my arms were starting to tire. I treaded water, thinking what to do, and then tried again, with no better luck. All the people were playing close to shore, kids were jumping, surfers were riding waves farther down the beach, and I was getting scared and very tired, mostly in my upper body. I went under the water for a second, not concentrating, and clawed my way back up, realizing I was in trouble.

This was not good, so I tried to scream, 'Help,' but a little squeak came out instead. Was that my voice? I really screamed help after that, twice, and slipped back under the water, my arms feeling like long bars of iron that defied my attempts to lift them. Have you ever tried to lift your car? I’m crying, even now, twenty years later, just remembering how the shining, glimmering surface of the water looked so far UP there, from down below. My arms refusing to work, I tried kicking my way up, really wanting to get to the air. Breathing seeming like the most valuable thing in the world to me right then, and I would have given almost anything for some assistance to reach the surface. There was air up there, air you could breathe, and I was going to die without it, actually die, which seemed interesting to me. 'This is how my life was going to end,' I thought to myself, now drifting downwards, towards the sandy bottom of the ocean off San Diego.

I began playing with my hand, moving it back and forth in slow motion in front of me, aware of how the water felt on my skin, and that it was elementally different than air somehow. Wow, this will be my death, all cool water, and no air. Try holding your breath for a few minutes, and just before you give up, notice how you start imitating breathing, pumping your chest in and out even without taking a breath. My lungs were insistent, and I started sucking in sea water, just a little bit as a test, perhaps, which started a vision, just like in a book about near-death experiences that I would read many years later. When I breathed in the water, I knew that I had only moments to live, located well below the surface at that moment, and sinking slowly.

At the exact instant that I accepted my death, a white, shimmering light formed near or in front of me. If it was visible with my physical eyes, I can’t remember, but I do remember the light. The first question was, 'do you want to live or do you want to die?' Well, we’re not wasting any time, are we? That was a question I has been wrestling with all of my life, so I wasn’t going to be able to give any kind of sensible answer back instantly, and certainly not under pressure, at the moment of death. I was just about to protest, or ask for an easier question, in the few seconds of life I had left, when time seemed to stop. In its place, yes in the place of time itself passing, was a limitless array of what looked like crystal balls, arranged like the photos you see of what a bee’s eye would see, rows and rows and columns and columns of crystal balls filling all space.

In the balls, I could see individual scenes of my life passing in real time, a little movie of all the people and places of my life in each. As soon as I concentrated on any particular ball for a moment, I was thrown inside the ball, and not only was I myself in the scene, but I could be inside the body of other people as well, feeling what they felt, their words escaping their (my) lips. One sequence affected me greatly, where I had stolen someone’s bicycle when I was a boy. There it was again, in life-like detail, but this time not only was I the thief, but I was the little boy running outside chasing after the thief as well. It put a whole new light on 'do unto your neighbor, as you would have done unto you,' as it felt to me that we actually are our neighbor, and it literally IS being done unto us. Also, charity felt different to me, as you can’t possibly give anything away if you are both the giver and the receiver, and the experience made the phrase, 'to give is to receive' ring true in a new light. Try passing something you own from your right hand into your left hand; it’s still in your possession right? Nothing was given away and nothing was received, just a game you were playing with your hands.

I went through dozens of these life-moments, feeling the pain of everyone in my life that I had injured in some way, and wishing it would stop. This was an extended apology to everyone I had ever wronged, and it began to seem that I had managed to wrong almost everyone. After hundreds (thousands?) of these crystal balls, I realized it would not stop until the whole life had played through, and I resigned myself to 23 years of life-review, as all the characters I had cast in my own little drama, all in my final few seconds of breath. Thus having been properly baptized in water, repentant beyond measure, my cup overflowing, the white light returned, more gently and loving this time, now that I was no longer an arrogant, selfish ass, and asked, 'do you want to live, or do you want to die?'

Hadn’t it forgotten the question, after so many years? I never noticed if the light was a he or she, a him or a her, as no such considerations seemed to exist. I myself had been so many boys and girls, so many different women and men during my years of life-review, that I no longer knew what I was even. It seemed all questions about any subject you might choose were the same at that moment, if you turned them different ways, and I knew the answer to all of them was Love, God, and helping others, followed by Faith, Hope, and Charity, though I wasn’t able to put words to these concepts until days later. There are so many wrong questions, and so few relevant subjects.

The voice was penetrating and eternally patient, though, and after so many years of experiencing the pains of people around me, I had an answer. 'I want to live,' I replied serenely, unruffled by the physical impossibility of doing so. The light was unaffected by my choice, and continued, 'Why?' I was ready with an answer this time as well, as the question was the same as the last in a different way. 'If I die now, I won’t be alive here on earth to be of use to someone in the future, though I don’t know when that may be, or who it will involve.'

'Good,' the voice replied, as the light was started to fade away, 'we call that Hope.' At the exact moment the last sound faded, I felt something grab my hair, and pull me up out of the water, allowing me just time to breathe in once, raggedly, water in my throat, and I kind of heard in a dream, 'take a big breath!' Suddenly, I was under the water again, not having taken in any kind of big breath at all, and slumping into a semi-conscious state. A surfer likely had seen me going under, or heard my cry for help, but arrived a bit late, diving down to grab my hair and pull me up. In the rush to get me back to shore, throwing me on a surfboard, waves crashed over me before I had a chance to take in a breath. I never got a chance to thank the person who saved my life, as by the time I regained my senses, now in knee-deep water, he or she had already disappeared, not having the time for yet another tourist foolishly gushing thanks for the life they’d almost just thrown away.

I learned later that this happens several times a day, just another day at the beach in the heavy surf of Southern California, and that surfers often save people’s lives. About a minute later, a young girl about twelve years old grabbed onto my wrist, holding on with a strong grip, startling me it was so tight. I turned to look, and there she was, with two other girls about the same age holding on to her, forming a chain. The heavy waves dig out the sand into pits that you can’t see under the water, and from walking in water a few feet deep, right at the edge of the shore, you easily might step into a hole six feet deep and many feet across. I dragged the three of them out of the pit, still unsteady on my own feet, and the one closest to me looked straight into my eyes for a second while she was crying. No thank-you was necessary, and to come out and say it might have seemed cheap. We both knew. Life matters, all the more so when you think you might lose it, and thinking you might drown is plain scary.

The other two girls just ran right by me like I wasn’t even there, onto the beach, where I lost sight of them. I walked slowly out of the water, and up onto the beach, as a few people gathered around in a circle. 'Are you alright?' I couldn’t answer, as I was caught up in the story of each of their lives playing in their eyes, and was distracted by a long scroll of paper that seemed wrapped around their hearts. I looked at one woman, and although I forget what I said exactly, so many years ago now, something like 'look within yourself for the answer of why your boyfriend left you, as you know the answer.' She burst into tears, and kept repeating, 'Yes, I know, I know, it was my fault, though I like to blame him.' I went up to the boardwalk, still walking in super-slow motion, attracting stares from people walking by. Whenever I caught someone’s eyes, I would bellow, 'you live, each moment is precious, and you breathe!' They would look for a moment and perhaps laugh, a guy yelling nonsense on the beach boardwalk, and walk on, dismissing me as a crazy guy, likely a product of taking too many drugs. During that time, I felt as though everyone was asleep, or blind, and I wondered why they didn’t laugh, run and play like four-year old children do?

Where was all the love, and why was everyone unaware that they weren’t the body that they had put on at birth, and would shed once again at death? I made it back to my hotel room, and lay down on the bed, noting that a young couple was arguing in the next room, their angry shouts coming through the wall. The ceiling was white, and I stared up at it, breathing in and out, saying over and over, 'I live.' Later in the day, the effect wearing off, I came across three older ladies in a supermarket, debating which bread to buy among themselves. They saw me, and the three of them turned as one, and asked, 'which bread shall we buy?' Without thinking, I replied, 'buy the bread of life,' Which pleased them very much, and they all agreed I was certainly correct. Another time, still in an altered state, I came across a section of the Old Testament, open for study, and felt I could read it for the first time. I read the gospels of the New Testament, and cried almost continuously, a volume of tears surprising to me, whenever it mentioned Jesus healed someone, or that someone had faith.