May 2, 2022
It’s 9:24 am. It’s very foggy outside. Last night it poured like I haven’t seen it pour in a long time. I don’t think it lasted long. I walked through it to get popcorn from the Fox. It was fun.
Build yourself a little hut. Nowwww eat it. Slowly and carefully. Watch that food dissolve into tiny particles. Watch it all as it’s floating inside a dark room. Watch it spin into a galaxy. This is the thought that frogs have when they’re sleeping. They can’t get this picture out of their minds. It drives them crazy.
I really want to know that there’s something special going on. I don’t want to just ‘believe’ in it. I don’t want to ‘believe’ in God or in angels or that conscious continues after death. I want to ‘know’ it.
The problem is that if I just believe it, then it starts to kinda get pushed aside in my head and I forget about this stuff. I start getting lazy with meditation, or with living in the moment.
As of right now I would say that I DO believe in it all. But I don’t want to base my life around something I believe in. I guess the obvious rebuttal would be that I don’t actually ‘know’ anything. Which is true. I also have this thought that anything can be real. Just the action of thinking of something means that it now exists. I guess the trouble comes with how we define ‘real’. A car in your thought might just be as real as a car on the road. If you dissect the car on the road you’ll eventually arrive at a bunch of atoms, and if you go further you’ll just find lots and lots of empty space bound together, I think. So in some sense both the thought and the thing on the street are equally as real.
That’s why I’m starting to wonder that if I think of God in my head, then in some sense it’s real. And if I think God isn’t real, then that is also true. It’s almost like there’s a different reality inside each person.
Sometimes when I write these things and have these thoughts I get all these funny sensations throughout my body. I’m getting a lot of tingling on my head and face right now.
The last few days have felt weird, physically. I constantly feel like I’m in some sort of brine. I feel like I’m flowing slightly, like there’s some sort of current pushing me, but also like there’s a current inside me. Everything just feels like it’s flowing.
It’s really weird when I walk. I get this weird feeling pushing me forwards, then this feeling pushing me back. It literally feels like standing in the ocean.
I wondered if it had to do with taking the subway and the bus a lot. Maybe it’s that starting and stopping feeling. But I’ve been on those things all my life and I only started feeling this sensation since I began thinking about this stuff.
I was walking today and thinking that I really wanna know, not just believe. One thought that came to me a couple hours later was that of all the body parts I observe when I meditate, there is one that I never like to feel, and that’s my heart. Whenever I pass my awareness over my chest I don’t feel anything. If I hold it there I begin to feel my heart beat, but once I’ve felt that I quickly move away from there. Something about feeling my heart makes me a bit uncomfortable. I think it has to do with the uncomfortable feeling that I’ll have a direct impact on the rhythm. And if that happens then I’ll get anxious, and I’ll get heart palpitations, which will make me more anxious, and it’ll just go on and on back and forth. Then I’ll have a heart attack and die.
I also sometimes feel slightly overwhelmed by the power of it. When I stop and actually feel it I kinda get scared by how powerful it is, and how it doesn’t seem to make sense that it can just keep beating over and over and over again, for decades. I just don’t really understand it, and I get scared that if I stop and pay attention it’ll suddenly just stop and I’ll die.
So I’m gonna start paying more attention to it, and actually feeling. I would like to put this fear behind me.
Apparently we all have spiritual guides. I want to know them, if they’re there. I do notice that when I start to read about guides I get very very tingly and feel very calm. Now I don’t know if this is just me sorta creating some sort of chemical reaction in my body which I find enjoyable. That’s what I mean about believing versus knowing. If I don’t ‘know’ something, then I have to consider all the possibilities. It seems almost irresponsible to not do that. It doesn’t seem right just to have blind faith. I am leaning into it. I say that I believe, but I get worried that having this sorta attitude might have negative affects on my life. I don’t want to just give up rational thought and live my life based on ‘believing’.
But I’ll give it a try. I’m gonna start writing and thinking as if I KNOW they’re real. I’ll give this a shot.
So anyways, they say to try and communicate with your guides.
I’d like to thank my guides for being with me at every moment, including this moment. I can feel them in my body. I can feel them moving through me. I can feel their love and I can feel them holding me.
I wanna thank them for sending me the answer to my questions, either through dreams or through thoughts.
I want to thank them for really getting me excited about meditation.
These are some things I’d love help with.
How do I ensure that I don’t lose interest and forget to ask for help?
Is it even important to keep this topic in my mind?
Is the important thing to just keep living my life as well as possible?
How can I know that this stuff is real?
Why do I feel slight fear at the idea of actually being shown something?
I woke up last night to get water and use the bathroom. At that point I could remember lots of my dreams very vividly. I figured that I’d remember them all by the morning, but when I woke again at 8:45 I could only seem to remember fragments. From now on I’m gonna have the Voice Memo app ready on my phone so that I can just say my dreams into that when I wake up in the night.
Here are the ones I remember.
Dreams
I’m on a boat going through the thick jungle. It’s a very small wooden boat, only big enough for like 2 people. The jungle is quite beautiful. I think someone is giving me a tour. Over time we see bugs. They kinda make me squirmy and I don’t want to go near them.
We notice one very funny looking animal. Most of its body is under the water. The body is wide, but its neck is long and its head is tiny. It’s almost like the shape of a big wine bottle. The head starts slowly separating from the body. It’s only connected by a tiny little line. The head gets really close to me. It’s way too close. I can see the inside of its body and its inner body parts. I’m really uncomfortable but I can’t get away because I’m in this boat and I’m not the one steering.
I’m doing some learning about how to really love your partner. Something like that. I’m learning to just be there for them and to really hold them whenever you get home. Somehow I know that my partner is learning the same thing at that moment.
I open the door to my apartment and go to the girl. She’s got brown hair. We’re on the bed, cuddling. We’re not speaking. We’re just really happy to be there with each other.
Then she gets up to use the bathroom. I suddenly remember that one of the lessons had to do with keeping yourself busy while your partner is using the bathroom. Apparently you’re not supposed to just sit there and wait for them to come back. You’re supposed to get up and maybe do some cleaning.
So I get up. I notice out of the corner of my eye that the girl has her pants down but isn’t in the bathroom. She’s got toilet paper and is only wiping the inside of her underwear where her butt touches. I start to wonder if she crapped her pants or something like that. I’m slightly weirded out. I hope that she washes her hands after.
I go over to the window. It’s about 5 stories high. I can see a little building across the street. In the back there’s a little field with artificial grass. There’s a little girl there with her mother.
Big puffs of snow are falling. I can see the skyline. I can’t remember if it’s very early or if it’s evening. I think I was standing at the window more than once in my dreams.
I’m with three other people. I think it might be the same apartment. I ask them to share the most scary moment of their lives.
Kelly is there, the guy I was in the band with. He says that his scariest moment was some event in the army.
The TV suddenly plays an ad for a new show. It’s about an unsolved murder case that happened in the army. It says to call the number if anyone has information they’d like to share. We all realize that this is the same story that Kelly had just begun telling. He picks up the phone and calls the number. You can tell that it’s very difficult for him to revisit these memories.
There’s a wooden cabinet underneath the TV. Kelly lies down on this as he speaks on the phone. As he’s talking the whole cabinet starts leaning forwards from his weight. It lifts his head up into the air as the whole thing tilts forwards. Two people have to run over and help him. I don’t remember if it’s in the dream or after I wake up but I start laughing really hard. Kelly is really vulnerable in this moment as he’s speaking on the phone and revisiting very painful memories. The fact that this is when he starts falling off the cabinet is just very funny timing, especially since he didn’t seem to take much action to prevent himself from falling. It reminds me of something that might happen in Air Plane or The Naked Gun.
As this is happening one of the other people asks me what the scariest moment from my life was. I pick the memory of driving in Mexico with dad and Liam when there were two white trucks behind and in front of us on the highway. We were wondering if they were related to a cartel. We luckily pulled off the road because our destination arrived. The person in the dream said that it didn’t sound scary at all, and that they were probably just random Mexicans. I made some sarcastic remark back, something like ‘oh I didn’t realize that, thank you’. We kinda argued for a bit. I was so annoyed that they were trying to tell me how to feel, since they had no idea what it felt like in that moment.
I think this dream morphed into a different one. I’m on some sort of bed close to the floor. There’s some one with me. They’re kinda annoying but I think we’re sorta playing. I think they kept trying to lick my face. They were supposed to leave to go to their bedroom but they weren’t leaving. They kinda reminded me of a dog, but more annoying.
I’m at the airport. I have to keep catching planes. I don’t know where my tickets are but I don’t have time to look for them on my phone because I have to keep running to the terminals before the plane leaves. I get to the plane at the last moment and once I’m boarded I have to look through my phone for the tickets. At one point I’m on a plane with Mom, but I think Dad is on a different plane, flying to the same place. One of the planes doesn’t have windows and has seats very close to the floor. It’s not strange in the dream. The next plane is leaving from Australia I think. It reminds me of a bullet train. Out the window the sky is golden.
I’m walking down a street. There’s big houses all around. They remind me of photos I’ve seen of buildings in New Orleans. There’s no one there. It almost feels like walking on a movie set.
I’m on the roof of one of the houses. I’m with Steve Harvey and two of his kids. It’s a rooftop patio. They have an outdoor fire. Steve is smoking a cigar. He’s talking about how he never has to work another day in his life if he doesn’t want to. You can tell he’s feeling good. He’s got a big smile.