posted on Jan, 13 2015 @ 02:35 PM
Good Evening All,
The intention of this post was to share a poem I wrote (hence the thread title), but I then went on to write quite a long introduction. If anyone just
wants to read the poem then jump ahead, otherwise please read on.
I started reading into Lucid Dreaming and OOBEs about 6 years ago, and the more I practised it, the more success I seemed to have. Like most things,
keeping a dream journal etc. slowly became too much of a chore and I lost all interest in the subject.
This last weekend I was sorting through a lot of old things and I found my old journals. Firstly I couldn't believe that it was 6 years ago when I
started getting into the topic, I don't know where the time has gone. From my entries I saw that I had made a couple of months of entries in
2008/2009, and then again a couple of entries at the end of 2013/beginning of 2014.
Now what is interesting is that all of the dreams that I became Lucid in, I can still remember vividly to this day, almost like they were events that
occurred in waking life. Looking back at the entries I am surprised at just how good my memory recall of them is, especially given by memory seems to
be degenerating in general lately. It just goes to show you what level of effect they had on my consciousness, which is more than reason enough to
explore further, wouldn't you say?
As is happens, a couple of weeks ago I started reading Monroe's classic, 'Journeys out of the Body'. I had put it on my list of books to read back
in 2008, though I had never bought it. I had relied on an excellent .pdf called 'Do_OOBE' which was pointed out to me by an ATS user at the time,
and a book I bought called 'Leaving the Body' by Scott D Rogo which was also very informative.
Anyway, finally reading this book, I decided to give it a go again and within a few nights I was experiencing strong vibrations and similar symptoms
as I was laying down at night. The same had occurred back in 2008 and then in 2012, each time when I had begun reading into the subject. It just goes
to show how important it is to consciously think about the topic during the day in order to have an experience at night, which begs the question, what
exactly are these common symptoms? Are they simply products of the imagination or subconscious, as is the commonly accepted reasoning regarding
dreams? But if so, why can I not read about other 'symptoms' throughout the day and have the same physiological response on a night? The art of
leaving the body seems to be truly unique and therefore that infers something?
Anyway, I have gone wildly off topic here. The reason for the post was that on one night at the beginning of 2013 I woke up after having a lucid
dream, and after writing my journal entry, I had an urge to write a poem, something that I can’t remember doing since primary school. I had
completely forgot about it but found it at the weekend and decided to type it up. It was interesting to me in that it conjures up memories as to what
my philosophy’s were at the time, and it is striking how much they have changed only a couple of years later.
I have said several times on some of my threads on ATS (I haven’t been around in a long time) that I truly believe that we are the products of our
experiences, and it is only looking back at diary entries and the like that you can truly appreciate how your mentality on life has changed. I would
strongly recommend to people to keep a journal (it has been proven to bring numerous health benefits) but more specifically anyone interested in the
more esoteric nature of the world to keep a dream journal. It is THE best method in boosting dream recall and thus amplifying the lucid dreaming
experience in my opinion. And as I have said, it is amazing how such experiences stick with you, even more so that what you may consider an important
Anyway, I have included the poem here. I don’t know why, I am looking for any sort of validation or anything, I just felt like writing and sharing I
suppose, something I haven’t felt like doing in a while. I seemed to have a lot of themes going on at the time, mostly centred around the almost
total autonomy of daily, waking life; the experience of ‘going out of the body’ and raising ‘kundalini’; the idea that there is a guiding
force in nature that strives to seek equilibrium in all forms and that there does seem to be different levels of perception/experience/consciousness
that one can ‘travel’ to by the thought of power alone.
There seems to be a tint of Christian/Religion going on there, even though I would describe myself as a Pagan/Atheist/Discordian depending on what day
of the week it is. I think that is my subconscious calling on language that was taught to me as a child, and I think this explains a lot about
mysticism in general and how it was hidden by organised religion in general. I don’t think it was necessarily intentional, it is just hard to put
certain things into words and not being literally inclined people fall back on the notions of ‘heaven’ and ‘hell’ as people can relate to them
as extremes of existence.
Anyway, if anyone wants to use this as a springboard for a chat about anything similar, drop me a reply and I will be sure to check in periodically
over the next couple of days. Who knows, I might start an affair with ATS again.
PS. I am a bit of a book buff, and if anyone can tell me what novel the first line reminds them off please let me know as I am curious to see of the
said book had the same effect on you as it did on me!
*Original Reason for Post*
As dawn awakens from her restful night’s sleep, fresh and rosy fingered;
So the waxing moon has yet to yield from the spot all night she lingered.
For this is how it must be, to nurture each and every man;
Who forever wanders between night and day, to adhere to the master plan.
For night is day and day is night;
Until the day that man understands that there is no dark, only the absence of light.
For this is the way of the universe, that much is true;
And when man realises this, the heavenly door he will steppeth through.
His body becomes heavy and his heartbeat starts to rise;
The vibration becomes stronger and bright lights flash before his eyes.
The air rushes through his eardrums and all becomes clear;
The only way to salvation is through the abolishment of fear.
The fire is ignited and the flames quickly spread within;
He has done away with his shackles and his new life can begin.
Money has no value, and all things material not worth much more;
He who renounces such things and savours their absence will grow faster than ever before.
Alas, he would be wealthy, as rich as a king!
For on the day of judgement, it is the integrity of his soul that is the only important thing.
For the great scales can differentiate between the good and the bad;
With the righteous being blessed and the deviants wishing that being good they had.
Through the door or into the depths, the soul will go;
Though there is no heaven and there is no hell.
Like Dante and the illuminated knew, there are several planes and spheres;
Half are ruled through bliss, the other half through fears.
There is no way to reverse the decision, even by supplicating at the morning star’s knees;
As they, like us, follow the plan, which prevents us from doing what we please.