The physical world is just the spiritual world on weed

In Runescape, there is a quest in which you help out some ghosts and experience what life is lije in the ghost realm. A dynamìc of this world that really caught my attention was when you moved something in ghost world, you would eventually realize that the object had not moved at all. It would "move" back to its original place. But it wouldn't really move back since it never was moved at all. But it would not move in the traditional sense of movement.  

The sense of ghost movement or phantom movement: I remember really thinking about this one night whenI was driving home, I think from church since I was driving eastward on the 210 freeway exiting into the 215 north. Sometimes, especially with ghost phenomena, you only see things when they have happened. Most of the time in these occurences, whether by demonic forces or ghosts, you never get to seeobjects move, you only see them when they have already moved. The sort ofthings that only happen when you are not looking, so that you doubt yourself in judging whether it really happened or not. It makes it less easy to scientifically confirm thw phenomena since there was no direct experience of the discriminating event. Sometimes you wish you could go uo to the ghost and touch it, but it vanishes when you get close. Sometimes you wish you knew if anyone came in through the window and moved the pendant; or maybe it was a mouse that hung it back on the rack. Sometimes you wonder where the tree branch in the middle of the desert came from or how it got there. How does stuff get lost in the bermuda triangle? Where does it leave a trace? Sometimes you can only see the shadow of a demon from far away, but if you get close everything seems normal. Do these things actually happen? Or do they only have happened? It's like your brain needs to look away to get readjusted to the new reality. Or like two dimensions are slowly merging together, so slowly that you don't see the progress only the effect; like when a flower grows, or more strangely when a helicopter approaches you from the sky head-on without any reference point to detect its specific distance and motion. Maybe, by turning your head you introduce yourself into this new dimension, where the event already happened.  

The ghost cannot move objects in the physical world so when he wants to move them, he will do so in every sense that makes sense to him but will ultimately not be able to alter the physical world. Eventually the object will appear back where it was found. Think of how many times ghosts are portrayed not knowing that they are dead. Because to them, the world works exactly the same as it used to. Can you relate to their experience then? Have you ever cleaned your room only to find it in a mess again a few days after? Or have you ever washed the dishes and have come back to another load of dishes, as if they have never been washed? The world works just the same for a ghost, it is only much faster.  

In a Facebook post I mentioned how  in the physical world the spiritual results of our actions are very slow, in fact it may be this feature and the disconnection we have with inanimate objects that gives this world its physical feel. I thought of this because I was reflecting on how long it took for my prayers to be answered. I noticed that my life and world were answers to prayers I had made when I was 13 years old, even longer. The Bible and the Qur'an says that everyone will eventually reap what they sow, but in most cases, the results of the actions perform take a long time to develop; so much so that the reaping may take place beyond the person's lifetime. 

Imagine you were in a world in which you would immediately reap the effects of your actions... or even more immediate, in which you would immediately reap the effect of your will... or even more immediate, of your attitude. A world like this would seem ethereal, it would feel like it consists of a more "spiritual" substance... if you would just will something and it would be immediately manifested, or if you thought of a place and be immediately transported there. In fact, it would be much like the ghost world, and this is where I would like to make the connection.  

I originally gave the example of cleaning one's room and washing dishes, and how they return to their original place to relate what the world must be like for a ghost. But now I will make the fuller connection that I realized today. Our world js just like the ghost world, the difference that gives it its physical feel is the slowness of the remanifestation or replacement of the objects (whether they are tangible or intangible) that are manipulated. Just think of the same examples that I previously gave: the reason why our rooms get messy two or three days after we clean them is because we have not really changed anything in the world of "forms" to use philosophical language. Because one hasn't changed anything in the higher world, the objects will return to their original location. This is the reason why people keep having the same problems over and over again. When a person who needs a lot of money wins the lottery, they eventually return to the same situation they were in before. This is the reason why when one cleans their room it goes back to the same situation they were in before. It's the cimmin problem one gets when one only treats the symptoms and doesn't do anything about their lifestyle. They only change the outside world and do not change the inside, so the outside world eventually returns to the same. 

Poltergeist 

This said, I will now admit that there are occurences in which one can witness ghosts move things in the traditional sene. It is very strange to see a poltergeist, it is very strange to see firsthand how the objects move. In the movie "Ghost" the protagonist is taught to behave like a poltergeist, to be able to move tangible objects by moving it not with his hand but with his gut, or in Old Testament language, with his bowels; almost like one move things telekinetically. One cannot just think to move something they must will it with their innermost essence. If a ghost tries to move some thing just by superficial change or will, it will return to its original state because they haven't really changed anything. It is the same for us, when we only think to change things superficially, the same problems will come back because we have not really changed anything inwardly.  

The same way, for us to really change anything in the higher world the will needs to come from the inside. The world must be changed inwardly, as if the world is an extension of one's being and one must rearrange the structure of their being. Even then, in our world,the effects are manifested a lot slower so the results will only become apparent later in life. 

Dream Journal: Lucid Half-Dream Interpretation

Lucid Dreaming

There are things that only make sense in dreams. I have thoughts while I am dreaming that do not make sense once I wake up. Once one continues to fall asleep, these thoughts are transformed and are manifested into images and sounds; thus, we have dreams. Fortunately, out of habit, my mind automatically tries to dissect these movements. As I am falling asleep, while I am half-dreaming and as I begin to have these thoughts, I try to wake up just enough to grasp my waking language so that I can translate these thoughts into my waking mind. I am not always successful because I wake up too much before I am able to translate which results in forgetting how or that the thoughts I had even made sense. When I wake up, sometimes I cannot even remember what I was thinking; just like it happens with dreams. Sometimes I am able to translate them. I translate these thoughts before they manifest into images and sounds; these thoughts are not quite dreams yet, but they are precursors of dreams; I call them half-dreams. As I translate these half-dreams into my waking mind to know what these half, muddled thoughts mean, I am interpreting half-dreams as they are still in their embryonic state.

I haven’t gotten around to doing anything more than that, and I wouldn’t know how to interpret other people’s dreams either.

Dream Journal: March 9, 2014

Sunday Morning:
I was trying to sleep this morning, but I noticed that one of my mattresses was falling off the other. I had to be careful or else I would roll off due to the slant. My focus on trying to not roll off did not let me sleep. I did not want to fix myself either, or else I would scare the sleep away. I found myself in that dilemma. I was only barely awake: should I fix the mattress and scare the sleep away? Or should I stay and let the worry of rolling off keep me slightly awake? I just rolled off the mattress.
It did not feel like I was awake though. I looked up and sure enough, I was still on my bed; not mattress problems, just sleeping. It was just a dream. Again I had that feeling, I knew I was just dreaming this time. So I started crawling out of blankets, crawling into the dream world. I stood up. I was in my room. I had just had a dream right before the mattress dream. In that dream I was in a first grade class, and there was this drawing of trees with faces; eyes and mouth were black; illusion-forest style. I was in my room, and I remembered this dream. So I looked out the window and saw the trees in my backyard. I opened the window to get out, but I was afraid that climbing out would take too much concentration and would wake me up. So I willed my legs to pull through the bottom part of the window. The window opened up like a gate and I stepped out. I went to the trees and imagined them with faces; emphasizing the faces the closer I got to them. I went to a tree and it had eyes and mouth. I tried to make it talk. It was moving its mouth but no voice would come out. So I focus on another arm of the same tree. This arm also had a face, but it wasn’t awake. So I willed for it to wake up. It began to open its eyes, and I could see the white of its eyes as they were trying to roll forward. As the tree was waking up, he was trying to look at and focus on the outside world. It was looking dizzily around as it gained eyesight, trying to wake into its new sense. I saw it was confused. I willed: It had gained a new mind, one that could see and speak, it needed something to anchor its new mind to; by making eye contact with it, I would share with it my own mind’s stability. I willed its eyes towards mine, gesturing with my hand to get its eyes' attention, and I made eye contact with it. Its look of oblivion suddenly disappeared. As I stared into its blue eyes I had reached its soul and stabilized it. I tried to make it speak, but only moans would come out: “I, I need, I need…” it said. Those words seemed too familiar; I realized it only said what I willed it to say, since I was in control of the dream. “You need what?” I asked. “You need water?” I asked as my world darkened and I began to wake up.

Dream Journal: January 15, 2014

So I was in the bathroom (not sure if it was before or after brushing my teeth), then I noticed in the mirror that I got a haircut and thought,"oh, I cut it already? I was supposed to let my friend play with it first. And then Pamela was supposed to cut it. Oh well. Well maybe Pamela did cut it since its not that short." Then I started playing with it, checking it out through the mirror; bummed out that it I had cut it. The more I touched through my hair the more hair appeared, until all my hair was back. So I thought, "Oh, my hair came back, but I thought my hair was short for sure!" Then I realized I was dreaming, and was excited!
Thinking of what to do now, I looked out the window and saw my nieces and her friends playing outside. So I thought to show them how I could fly, and practice my flying. So I phased through the wall and went up to them and told them, "Hey! You want to see how I could fly?" And I jumped high and was about to touch the ground again but I focused and was successfully levitating. My nieces were all impressed that I could do that. They were excited and they yelled my mom out the house to ask her how I could do that. It was getting hard for me to remain levitating so I thought to myself, "Okay remember how to do this" and I focused my mind differently and I went up higher and easier. I was now flying around easily in one area; which is the first time I fly with such detail, normally I fly long distances with only a general location in mind of where I want to fly to. Here I was flying to small specific locations around my lawn. Then I flew downward head first towards Michelle and back upward barely missing her. They were all excited. Then I thought to show them how I could teleport; but I wanted to teleport only four yards away to show them. I had never done anything like this because every time I teleport it is always to a completely random location, so I never tried to teleport with a specific location in mind. As I tried to do this, I was stuck with the two locations in my mind and got stuck between the teleport. "Aw, I guess I'm waking up... I'll try next time."

Dream Journal: January 8, 2012

Dream: we were in some dungeon building running away from some men in suits who were also looking for the clay bowl of fire… it broke.  Rules said that once one broke one could make another.  My mom made one and signed it with her name.  They were chasing me as they realized that what they had was not the fire bowl, but a lighting bowl (which was worthless to them).  They knew that I had it, and chased me down some stairs. I escaped the building and locked the door behind me, they would have to go through all the obstacles and traps again to reach the next exit so they could reach me.  This gave me time to reach the place where I would make the bowl ascend. 

            I was running towards the van, my will to move was such that I began to fly… and so I realized I was dreaming.  I began to descend as I got closer to the van, but then I realized that I could just fly to my destination (if I used the van it would turn into a car chase…).  I learned how to fly in dreams decently in a dream I had on October 8, 2011.  But then I was concerned that they would be able to shoot me down from the sky, so I thought of using the same mental method I learned to fly with, and teleport.  I tried teleporting, and I teleported to another similar looking parking lot… or was it the same one and I was just facing a different direction? I wasn’t sure, maybe it was the same parking lot in a different universe or time… The risk was too high, I needed to teleport to a place where those guys wouldn’t reach me. 

I teleported to the desert.  It was a beautiful desert, clouds covered the sky, and the horizon was covered with a soft fog, as I landed the sand looked like if it was made out of brown-yogurt colored cotton cream, with bluish tint at the distance.  I flew forward and the sky closed up so that I was now in a cave; There were snow covered “pillars” spinning with tilted towers on top of them, these pillars guarded the entrance to a tunnel… I flew over to the pillars to inspect this sight; (if I intended to look for the place to make the bowl ascend I had forgotten about it by now). 

As I reached the spinning pillar it was now just a small trunk sized stub, I touched the pillar as it was spinning; I felt the cold of the snow as I rubbed it off with my fingers.  As for the tower on top of it… I looked up but I couldn’t see it.  A car drove into the tunnel and I thought to chase it to check it out.  It sped up as I was running towards it so I began to fly, but I couldn’t focus to fly fast enough to reach it; I lost it.  I went back out of the tunnel where the spinning pillars were.  On my way out of the tunnel I pushed some wooden crates out of the way (they were the size small of bedrooms).  A I was back in the cave, I thought to put the crates back where they were.  I knew that in dreams, simple tasks like these could become really complicated (just like running down a hall to a door can become a nightmare); so to keep things simple and to be able to “mind their location in the dream” as I moved them, I used the same mental method I used when flying to move them back telekinetically… and I did.

Dream Journal: October 8, 2011

It was AMAZING!

I just woke up from a lucid dream; I had always had trouble with flying at will in dreams, usually I would just make do by jumping really high.  Until I once had a dream that I jumped and willed myself to stay in the air… it worked well but soon wore off as I landed beside the “Venom” looking monster that told me a strange message and beside the yellow school bus. 

This dream though: In a basketball court gym-like setting.  I was lying down with Marie covered in a blanket and a ballerina Whittie kept dancing over us so that I could see his spandex up his skirt.  He was messing around so I messed around too by grabbing his leg and dropping him.  Before I knew it, everyone was talking about it and it was on the news (just like old times, right?).  On the television that was in the room, I saw how they had interviewed many people about the matter… I was waiting to see if they had interviewed me to see my opinion and why I had done it.  This one kid kept standing up to me as I just kept shoving him a side’ he kept trying to prove that I was not all that much of a challenge.  So he shoved me and I dropped him on the floor.  He kept raising the stakes to try and beat me; he started by saying that all he had to do is get in my way a little to intimidate me, then by saying that he just had to use a little force… eventually he resorted to “grab a weapon”, so I knocked him in the head, dropped him on the ground, grabbed a metal toolbox which I slammed him with its corner, and then proceeded to smash his head in.  Yes, I felt threatened.  The others were encouraging me out of sick excitement and even brought me and acid bomb to smash on his head to finish him off, but I thought it was too much.  Then I left the place since it felt too hostile. 

This is the relevant part of the dream: I was climbing houses as I was getting away, and I was (on the side of mind) thinking about how if this world was constituted by my beliefs then it was my beliefs that allowed my legs to hold up the rest of my body.  If I could rearrange this belief and have that belief to be on top of me (that it holds me down on the ground) and maneuver it from there, I would be able to fly.   I was hesitant to try it since meditation in my dreams may wake me up, so I tried to do it without thinking about it too much and I SHOT UP.  I shot up like Neo at the end of The Matrix (except I was looking towards the ground).  It was night, I could feel the wind and see all the lights and the trees it was so beautiful and amazing, and even more amazing how I got it on the first shot.  At first I was afraid that I may not come down (since I kept moving fast-ward towards the sky), but then I let myself go since it was a dream anyway and it didn’t matter if I ended up in outer-space (I was also curious as well).  But of course I lost focus and I slowed down and I began to descend… the ground was closer than where I had left it, especially because as I kept going up I crossed another level of trees (which was probably the same level, but it was just a repetition), and that was the ground I landed in.

The reason this is relevant is because (even though I have managed to do it a few times) it is always difficult for me to fly, and this time I only used my mind (as opposed to using my stress).  Also how I decided to use this focusing because of everything that I have been learning, and it worked, it did what I thought it would do; and this is like a confirmation that I may be doing something right. 

Alchemical Scripture

 

Alchemical Scripture

The powers of the cosmos come together to form a realm that has always been, a cross between universes; the brood will be new yet perennial.

           

Scripture:

A new world, with beings of light, and a substance whose shape has never been witnessed before.  The mortals chant their mantra’s, and give their offerings unto the totality of the world.  They summon abraxas for a blessing unto their actions, and for fullness in their minds.

           

The prophecy was written in the elements themselves: the charges of the ions in sodium phosphate, the charges of the ions in barium chloride.  Their properties indicate the birthing of this new phenomenon.  The synthesis had been anticipated since the spirit made of salt, sulphur, and of mercury, was set free.  The seers and alchemists know of its place in the cosmos.

Interpretation:

The chemical formula determines how these compounds will come together, and what they are meant to form; 2Na₃PO₄ + 3BaCl₂ à Ba₃(PO₄)₂ + 6NaCl

           

Scripture:

The mortals bring their offerings to the alchemist, philosophers have determined their amounts.  Each substance in an equal quantity, measured to an infinitely small extraction of between 10 mL.  Each substance dissolved within the all permeating Nix, the substance of Nerthus.  Thus reflecting a universe within a universe. 

Interpretation:

Each reactant is dissolved in water with a certain molarity, 10mL of each solution.

           

Scripture:

As our realm, an inseparable combination of darkness and light, making one as itself; so will this new world be.  A reflection of our greater world, giving humanity a window of access through the all-seeing-eye.  With this, we will see what God sees.  Look closely, and behold.  Infinity in a grain of sand, Greatness in a speck of dust, the omniverse in the smallest pixel of reality, the All in Nothingness.

           

The call is made, calibers combined, fate is settled and destiny is established.  The new world is created, and as its creatures fall, their ether is extracted and evaporated; leaving them without access to us, not even a memory of their ancient world is left.  The greater mortals await the day in which the creatures of this new world find with them a common ether, a medium between us and them, our earthly atmosphere.  Until then, they are eternally asleep to us, inanimate, unconscious of their existence, they live in their own level of reality.  Their perpetual potency amounting to .903 grams.

Interpretation:

The solutions are brought together to form barium phosphate. The excess solution is separated by filtration and evaporated from the precipitate.  The precipitate formed amounts to .903 grams.

           

Scripture:

Their potency is a reflection of the potency of that which they were created from.  The new, inferior god holds one part. The intermediate god was only twice as great.  But the ecumenical god was three times as great.

Interpretation:

This tells of the molar proportions according to the stoichiometry of the chemical equation.  The ratio between the barium phosphate and sodium phosphate was 1:2, and between sodium phosphate and barium chloride was 2:3.

           

Scripture:

In another dimension, the ether that their neglect left behind combines with unlimited source of sodium phosphate; a ceaseless creation.  The sources are traced back to the original hoards.  The first of the three gods, the intermediate, beheld the sodium phosphate universe, the second beheld barium chloride, to provide the third with the chimerical barium phosphate.  This was predestined, it was foretold. 

Interpretation:

To determine the which of the two reactants was limiting, some of the filtrate is mixed with sodium phosphate, and forms precipitate.  This says that the filtrate was excess barium chloride, and the limiting reactant was sodium phosphate.  There was also an excess in both sources which were used to determine which reactant came from which tube.  The first tube (A) contained sodium phosphate, the second (B) contained barium chloride. 

Scripture:

The traces left behind tell the story of a deficient god; the intermediate, he who held the sodium phosphate.  And thus its substance within the Nix ether can be determined as a finite amount; twice as great as the third and inferior god.  His substance in the Nix of 10 mL was .0030002 moles; its potency then being .30002 M

Interpretation:

The limiting reactant was sodium phosphate.  Therefore the molarity of the 10mL can be measured by doubling the amount of moles calculate from the .903 grams of barium phosphate (.0015001 mols), by doubling it; according to the stoichiometric proportion.  The amount of moles of sodium phosphate in the 10 mL of water was .0030002 and thus its molarity was .30002 M.

Scripture:

Bide the ancient law Ye must,
In perfect love and perfect trust.
Heed these words the Rune's rede fore-fill:
An ye harm none, do what ye will.
What ye send forth comes back to thee,
So ever mind the law of three.
Follow this with open mind and heart,
Merry we meet - Merry we part.

-          Odin’s Law

This was done as a Chemistry Project for extra credit.

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