Whisker burn. Ladies, know what I’m talking bout?  Try astral whisker burn, what’s that?

That’s the memory of meeting your idol in the ozone, coming awake in the body, hearing the birds tweet tweet outside your window and you’re still in your dream. That’s real whisker burn, even if only mental astral burn, because you’ve been rubbing your face on his and maybe you’ve been up to no good?
  I really have to stop meeting him this way, or at the least make a request he comes clean-shaven. When does fantasy stop being the creative display of the imagination tools which produce reality?  And wait just a cotton pickin’ minute! Nobody around here can bother explaining to me what reality is. After all, wouldn’t Einstein say it’s all relative?
   So, ok, I admit I’m crazy, if being happy is crazy. Now there’s a debate for the more adventurously cantankerous among us to haggle over. Whether being happy means crazy.

  I don’t think it means that, but that’s another subject and I really don’t want to talk about me, me, me. Let’s get back to meeting others in the ozones. How do you know it’s real? And is a thought or emotion, an aspiration, a desire, are these things “things?”

  And what is a human who is being? See, I have questions for you. For me too. I’ll figure it out, not that it really matters. If it really mattered, I wouldn’t be happy, I’d be upset because I’d feel crazy and I already confessed to that, if it’s true.

  I’m taking a survey. Might take a long time to complete it. I want to find people who are going out of their body and I want their story. In exchange, I’ll give them mine. Then I’ll compare my story against theirs and come up with some profound wisdom from doing this, then I’ll write another book. Maybe.

   My friends want to know what is real and what is not. Remember what the kids used to say? They always said “get real.”  Cute kids, pearls of wisdom falls from their lips. I’m waiting on their books too. 

Here’s an idea from my basket; what if reality was a blanket you could stretch? You’d take a corner of it, another person take the other corner and stretch that baby, and the stretch action would be like a creative action of stretching our minds to consider the impossible.

Who is the human who is becoming? What is creative mind? Does it own me or do I own it or is it that I think I swim within reality occasionally going places unfamiliar yet enticingly mysterious? Like, swimming naked and getting astral whisker burn. I have no idea who I am, only that she’s ok because she’s not finished. In the act of becoming are we all. The canvas of the mind needs to have color splashed on it.
  I asked once a mountain climber-what’s the big deal? Why climb? A man of few words he said only ‘because it’s there.”  I found wisdom in that statement. Matter of fact the less words used on me, the more I find the truth in it.

As far as meeting folks in the astral. I did it for love. It’s all about love out there. Even my sisters I meet, no whisker burns, but I feel the good will out there more than in C1. I got the right reasons, I just wish I could tell more easily how I make such appointments, as the one who astral travels apparently lives “out there” 24/7, while little ol’ me lives in linear time and wakes up with whisker burn, perplexed that it’s so real, yet so “abnormal.”
I know what I love. I love something I also see in myself. Like attracts like. But do we have a “need” to become more than what we already are? And would love be the prime motivator after all?
  Why can’t I just be lazy and go sit on a mountain top and meditate? Because, my guide says, you already did that in another life and the head nun told you to get off your butt. It was a supreme cop out although a most comfortable nirvana. I argue a bit as is my nature but admit I need to take risks. Taking risks although uncomfortable is rewarding, as long as you do it for love which is appearing as the only prize to attain in any life. Yet it’s not attainable and there’s the rub; it’s just something that one allows.  I have to get out of my own way just to allow love to change me into, (good heavens! Convoluted thinking again!) As I was saying before I interrupted myself, just to allow love to change me into what I already am. A woman in love and a sociable gadabout.

author=betson link=1175296546/0#1 date=1175357978]You goof,      you just asked 16 questions on one thread!
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that many? 
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All that and I'm reading your book at the same time!
I guess you figure that twirling us into mental tumbleweeds will increase our vibratory level, eh ?
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I know, can u believe people actually read this stuff? unless theres a football game on or something..
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Here's just one for starters.
You said:
"Let’s get back to meeting others in the ozones.
How do you know it’s real? And is a thought or
emotion, an aspiration, a desire, are these things “things?”
How about:
What happens in the ozone may stay in the ozone lol, but what we
bring back from the experience is real when we pass its effects on to others.
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YOUR RIGHT!!   I knew if I talked long enough somebody would tell me what I wanted to hear. love what you said.
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So if I come back bringing some of the love I felt/received/shared, and my dealings with others here are more loving as a result, then the love is real.
Or it has been made real. Either way, it's now real.
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true.  and the more I give out, the more comes back, like from different ones as expressive as you are. I always like to hear what u say. so love is real. i think we forget this. love is making happy. (ACIM)
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(To me love is all those things you mentionned: a thought and an emotion and an aspiration and a desire.)
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I suppose it can be all those things, but theres intentions to consider also.
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If I came back from meeting a green scarey dragon and I scared those around me with tales of it, I made the scariness real to them. So then the dragon became more real. Fortunately I don't meet dragons (any more.)
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thats good to hear Bets same here.
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Here's an example: I lift off from C1 and float, then am attracted to a light.
The light and I approach each other and then do a soul meld or melt(?), and as our lights merge I get some sense of bodies
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I was in shadow land place, velvety soft area, while you are telling of a light that attracts. and I see our beings as the light. energy is light and we are energetic beings of light without the body, and the light itself is life force. then I did the  meld  and was only aware of coming out of the merge and the after effects to take into C1. I had some sense of bodies too, as need this to use as symbols of whats really going on, .what makes it real has something to do with the intensity of the experience which would cause the memory to effect me, and effect others perhaps in the telling bringing to mind their own experiences they may have buried. (look, heehehe, I drew u out!)
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Bets continues:
their proportions and some parts at least. Our light becomes very bright awhile and then we separate and are two human shapes (M+F) holding hands
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the parts of the body I was aware of emerging out of "him." like I had been inside of another being as in this merge (lol, did I take his rib with me?) I came out near the solar plexes and gathered my sense of individualism then. I checked out the flesh around his solar plexes and it was pliable, I made a comment on it's softness..  so I saw him laying on his back exhausted or stunned while I sat up  disoriented in a pleasant way..and he was resting and thinking or obsorbing...and I put my hand under his hand..I had to leave. so I wanted him to squeeze my hand as we wouldn't be talking right now  and I had to leave soon I knew.. and I felt vulnerable, like we were in a life or death situation  ?   so I needed him to squeeze my hand but didn't know if he knew I was leaving..and he really seemed to need some rest after what happened then he squeezed it and I felt  a shock of awareness of his love and that love or PUL was my protection from allusion or untruth. you said holding hands, so I was reminded this hand to hand thing was what had the most meaning to me in this experience.
then I came to C1 and the birds started tweeting   I've been celibate since 91, and happily so, so I'm figuring this is part of my lesson plan of higher self/higher self. its probably heart journeys.

Bet's continues:
and together we look upward, then start rising. We rise up faster and faster, then slow and meet another light that takes us to a huge light where we seem to be presented formally. the giant light seems to bless us, then we have a return trip down, just the same stages in reverse.
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blessings are always good!
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Bets says:
Back in C1 it takes some time to get over being stunned
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that feeling of being stunned I observed in the man, while I was a little disoriented and wondering about his being stunned, and trying to interpret what it meant back in C1 and still don't know but it was a welcome stunned if that makes any sense. I think that our mind expands and that causes a state of wonder, to the point of stunned sometimes. I used to get stunned sometimes when I realized I had dreamed something that came true.
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but
the *effects* of that experience affect my relations with spouse,
pet, neighbors, grocers etc. for quite some time. They feel a real
change in me and they too are happier as a result.
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I notice the more my world expands the more friendlier people get with me.
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How far those
real effects go I don't know, immeasurable ripples maybe.
That's real!
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good analogy, immeasurable ripples...I like that. and we can effect each other in ways we cannot really fathom just from a gesture, it may effect many others.
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Here's a thought--maybe it's called the 0-zone because it's 'empty' and the potential for anything is there, so it's potential is like the stretched blanket you spoke of; we've extended reality with love.
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exactly; the real potential is stretched with the action of PUL.
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OK, that was two parts; now I just have 14 more to go!

Love, Bets
really? 14 more?  ok! great.

love, alysia
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