Sorry for the delay in writing about my journey ...

I live in the lower part of a 3-level house.  The landlady who owns the house is almost never home, spending most of her time with her lover outside of town somewhere.  So, it's very quiet.

When I first moved in, there were all kinds of house noises to get used to ... creaking, cracking, etc.  but, over the months I have learned to diagnose them and hardly hear them at all.  As I started filtering them out other noises became more noticable. Noises not identifiable as "house noises."

Quite often I hear footsteps above me ... 1, 2, 3, 4 ... as if someone has entered the living room upstairs.  These are quite distinct.  So much so, that I will look outside to see if the landlady must have come home and I didn't notice.read more >>

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I thought this event was unusual ... well almost so.  You see, for years I've had similar dreams ... conquering "demons" with magic from my hands.  It was unusual in that this time it felt "real" ... not the dreamreality type of real ... I mean the same real feeling as my dreamemory from 1977.  It also had the added layer of being a lucid event ... but despite the lingering emotions from the dream my day went on as usual.

Then, on this second night, I awake standing in the streets of a city.  Again it feels New Yorkish and again, I feel past a present blending together.  While the dream of the previous night felt "down" this dreamemory was downright cheerful.  I felt like I knew what I was doing.  I felt powerful.  Energy charged me, making me giddy.  As I surveyed the teeming people moving along the street in the hustle and bustle of "life" I realized that those I saw were both the living and the dead!read more >>

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I've been holding all of you in suspense about my ghostly experiences, so I thought I'd hit you with the first ones .. the ones that got me started on this blog.

While these experiences happened in the netherworld of sleep they were not dreams.  I believe this because of my continued strong memory of them.  Dreams usually don't last too long in memory ... I mean, c'mon, do you even remember the dreams you had last night?  My dear, dear friend Nancy explained to me that these experiences were my soul's journey into the spirit world.  That, because I haven't yet developed the skill to make that journey whilst I was awake as my friends read more >>

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It's been awhaile since my last entries ... but with various and sundry events and activities its been quite difficult to sit down and explore, then share.

For a "regular Joe" like me, its not all that easy to sit down and meditate.  To stop everything and let mind mind and spirit flow to where they need to in order for me to develop further what's been happening to me.  

How do other folks do it?  I work 7 days a week.  Maybe 10 hours a day.  Beyond that I have the normal household chores.

I know.  I know. If I'm THAT busy, something's amiss.  I also know that I simply have to MAKE time to relax and meditate, take care of my spiritual self.  If you meditate ... how do you do it?  Let me know your techniques so I can try'em out. read more >>

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My great friend Irene says my "dream" from 1977 is not a dream at all ... but a memory!

Why is it a memory instead of a dream?  Her feelings are that the intensity and detail are clear indications.  But, even more so, is the fact that after having the dream I still remember it as a memory.

And so, if we look back to my psychic reading from Larry months before, could at least the first part of the dream be a memory of the specific life he told me about?  Sirens.  Dark, evil (Nazi?) ships coming to take me away.  Sounds like WWII in Poland.  It IS bordered by Germany on the East and the Pomeranian Bay to the North.  Hmmmm.read more >>

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