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My thoughts on the structure of the Astral Plane, as my interest in it fades.

The astral plane that I see is mostly black and white, with some shades of blue, red and green, but nothing too detailed. I started with a world that was identical experienced reality, but it has throughout time lost vividness. You can travel through space through teleportation at will, and travel can be instantaneous and doesn't require anything like walking or flying, as I once assumed. You can also travel through time in the same fashion, simply jumping from whichever period to the next. I visited myself in the future, but didn't really like what I saw at the time. The more I live, though, the more I see it as a possibility and am even more desiring of it. Just some old shaggy man with diligent eyes, living in poverty somewhere. But this is all child's play.

You can encounter other travellers, or just inhabitants of the astral plane. Demons, strange creatures, powerful ones, pitiful ones... there is a wide variety. As far as famous faces go, I have encountered Baphomet and Vassago. People that are just travelling through the tubes, or the great halls where much imprisoned awareness resides.

The interesting thing came when I was able to break away from our 'universe', what I now just call dimension. Each dimension, including the one I originally blasted into, is infinite in detail of space and time, but it does not compromise all possibility. Anyway, to do this you merely alter the laws of physics, logic, or something of the sort, and you just expanded into a new dimension of possibility, an alternate reality in the astral plane. In my experience, at first I had to go through black portals to reach another dimension, whatever they mean. The first time I went through one I ended up in a new world, very similar to ours but distinct in culture, geography and even psychoactive substances. (They smoke some hey in it that'll make you trip wildly XD)

In mathematic terms, I've learned to sum it up eloquently as...

You are the value of 1 - .9 repeating. This value is both 0 and .0repeating1; it both exists and does not. One astral plane is the totality of these values from any number to the next. Therefore, it is infinite, but limited. There are even greater dimensions than this one which compromise greater values of infinity. Then, if we were to go to the limit of all the points from 0-infinity, we reach the limit of all possibility. Everything. There is nothing more to be created at this limit. I saw the limit as I was crossing into a new dimension.

I await to find out if you can cross the limit, and what happens when you do. I suppose it is the end of all awareness, in all its infinity.

All this is merely something I've experienced through astral travel. I don't have any beliefs... it is just something that happened to me.

I hope I sparked your curiosity.
 
Rymmen a dit:
I hope I sparked your curiosity.

You did :D
Are you traveling in your dreamtime?
I've tried to invoke some lucid dreams, but not passionately enough I believe.
Although last week I had a short moment of lucidity that allowed me to fly, but usually I get caught up in how cool it is that I lose lucidity.

I have been very interested in Astral travelling for a long time though.
Maybe I'll master it some day.
 
Dreams, drugs, meditation. They all lead to the same plane. =) After succeeding by meditation, I've stopped meditating. I'm just too lazy to do all that. DXM is too easy, I suppose. It isolates awareness to the point where astral projection becomes almost natural. I don't even have to use big doses anymore.

My first cross-dimension experience was while lucid dreaming, though.
 
Also, on affecting conventional reality through ehtereal projection, I've had one odd experience. After meditating, I couldn't really teleport as I was used to on DXM, possibly because I needed a more trance state to do so. Anyway, I moved outward of my dorm room. As I was exiting the building, the alarm that sounds as a door is opened went off. They never figured out who did it.
 
Dreams, drugs, meditation. They all lead to the same plane. =)
I think "similar" plane would be a more suitable word. The word similar makes it clear that the planes achieved by meditation and dreams are in no way of lesser value than those achieved by drugs (such as psychedelic A, B, C or D, all generating unique states of mind in themselves), but not exactly the same.
 
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