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Showing posts with label spirits. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

The Devil On Your Chest

Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare


Has this ever happened to you?

You're asleep one minute, dreaming or not, and suddenly you become aware that you can't move, can barely breathe, like something is sitting on your chest.

Ever opened your eyes and seen a guy like this sitting on you?
Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare (v2)

It's terrifying, obviously. You feel helpless. I have a few friends who have once or regularly experience these, so I want to shed a little light on what this phenomenon may be. The following is taken from a letter I wrote to one of these friends:

Dear Traveler,

There's a lot of information out there about what exactly is going on physically with this experience. One interesting thing is that this seems to occur most frequently in people with narcolepsy as well as more prevalent in those of African descent. It also occurs in people with abnormal sleep habits, daily stress, or generalized anxiety disorder. In these cases, it's a physical symptom, and presumably not "real," in terms of something that could actually harm you. Basically, your REM is still going but you're awake. It's a disruption of sleep for the usual reasons, stress, weird schedules, etc.

That said, I think this is only the tip of the iceberg in terms of explaining what those experiences are and how to avoid them.

 Early in college I was experimenting a lot with astral projection, the  experience of accessing the dream dimension while still awake. People have lucid dreams, and that's where this takes place. Your mind travels. There is really amazing evidence of the reality of this place as a literal dimension. It is believed that this is where you travel when you die. You can make plans to meet someone else (in waking life) in the astral, and you can find them, do stuff together there, and then in waking life discuss the events and you will have both experienced the same thing. Through minds. This is crazy shit, and I have totally experienced it. There's no expectation that anyone would believe this if you don't experience it firsthand, but there's my two cents. 

After doing some research around astral projection sites, I realized that your red devil is an archetype of what they call "evil entities." These are the evil things and people who you encounter in dreams, you try to run away from, they drag you down when you're trying to astral project, they threaten you, etc. You may even experience a superimposition of their physical image in the waking world if you open your eyes and yet you are still in the astral dimension. They may sit on your chest, preventing you from traveling back upward to your astral body. This is so common and recognizable that I think it may give you some answers about your experiences. Check it: http://astralprojectionguides.com/outer-body-experience-obe-symptoms/

What are these things? 

They are all around us, trying to intimidate and bully us out of attaining greater consciousness. They occur in the real world as well as the astral. The difference is, in the astral, you may see them as archetypical images of evil that we have absorbed from fairy tales, movies, and religion. Heres's some information from that same site: http://astralprojectionguides.com/dealing-with-evil-astral-beings/

That show you liked is back in style.
There's information that links them to the Dark Lodge, which if you're a fan of Twin Peaks, you may dismiss as Lynchian lore. But the dude did his research. On the fantastic revelatory tool known as Wikepedia I learned that he may have mined these terms Dark/Black/White Lodge from Bill Burrough's novel, Cities of the Red Night, part of which takes place in Tibet, where we know there is fathoms more knowledge un-mined by the majority of Western culture. So there's some good reading for you, and food for thought.

How do you get rid of them?

There are mantras you can recite, actions you can take like calling on your spirit guides, but the most important thing is to get in the habit of remembering that your astral body is eternal and cannot be harmed, and neither will your physical body. They're cheeky assholes, but full of baseness. Their weakness is light, love, and good humor. So one way is to imagine yourself full of blinding white light that radiates outward. This will immediately repel them. Or you can shoot a white laser beam out of your eyes or whatever, the important thing is to remember the glowing white light.

The most effective battle tactic for these jerks is to practice during your waking life. The habit of awareness on this level translates to your dream state. Like the dreams where you're doing something you do everyday, the pattern of repetition is fertile. So get in the habit of whenever someone seems threatening to you in waking life, think immediately of the ball of white light surrounding you and pulsing outward. If you can suspend disbelief and just do this over and over you'll be able to banish the devils.

Anyway, sorry for the long weird random email, but I think this shit's fascinating. You have a very complex and inventive mind which is what makes your art so awesome. Don't let shit like this make you worry about the state of your mind, don't let it produce more fear which ruins EVERYTHING. It's really lame, and you are a fucking machete wielding, gun slinging warrior with the intelligence and discipline to engage your consciousness on this level and defeat these guys. 

Peace,

JG

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Feliz Ano Nueva

Birthdays.

At midnight on Halloween, I will be one year older. It is a grim celebration as the clock ticks, the thread gets shorter, the body dies a little more. It's also a triumph, and in the spirit of morbidity, a realization of the number of times I've been spared death thus far. I like that my birthday coincides with the heightened awareness of death. Best of all, I love the lore associated with the holiday that traditionally was recognized as a period of marked spiritual activity.

Movies.

Women are more beautiful when they're in trouble.
As I've been taking a tour through some popular horror movies and cult favorites on Netflix, it's clear why film majors--especially female ones--obsess over these movies as relics of social norms and gender roles. Not to put too bold a point on this, but because it coincides with some of my recent reading, I'm interested in the projection of the female character as told through horror stories. We have the classic "I've fallen and I can't get up" damsel, the punishable shrew who dies first and we applaud it, the brain-dead amorous girlfriend who is sexually devoured somehow, the virgin sacrifice, and finally, the very painfully rendered female hero who exists in a self-conscious reversal of cultural expectations for her sex. She's the one in black leather and a machine gun, pulls out the pin with her teeth. She's probably been sexually abused as in the case of "I Spit on Your Grave." Kind of cool if you can get past that first scene. The rest is a virtual lullaby. And yet, I don't find much in the way of enlightening subject matter, and maybe we're not supposed to have that. But assuming the point of all these movies is to redirect our hearts back to those things that Matter, I'm sure it's meant to be a kind of moral warning that most of us could do without.The tension either grows and subsides or remains at a high level of delirious panic until the sun comes up and our hero limps away while the credits roll. No real payoff. I am not so changed or entertained. Unless it's Killer Klowns from Outer Space, or Troll. They will change your life.

Stories

Many times the horror stories we read are warning to children not to go out after dark, not to steal, rob, cheat, or be false. Death is the ultimate humbling, the revealer of true natures. We are reminded to appreciate what we have in this life because it can be gone in a second and return in a nasty karmic form later. In other words, parables, exploitative of nothing but our own propensity for violence of the spirit. Energy is not created or destroyed, only damaged and pissed off. Don't piss off the ghosts. These are some of my favorite stories for your pleasure:

La Llorona

















The Raven
















The Legend of Sleepy Hollow













Childhood

My only recurring dream is that it's Halloween night in the neighborhood where I grew up. I've been busy putting my costume together hastily while my mom prepares spaghetti for me to eat before I go out. I eat hurriedly at the dining room table while we listen to our tape of Halloween noises. I have to be careful not to get spaghetti sauce on my costume. I'm starting to hear kids outside, and I'm getting antsy to get out there in the spirit air too. I eat my traditional orange frosting cupcake, and my friends arrive to take me Trick-or-Treating. I run out the door, and the night is not like any other night. Yards are lit up with decorations and shaking things from the trees, there are those shrieking ghosts with the motion sensor, and our doormat howls when you step on it. I think that no other kid feels the presence out here tonight like I do. It's better that they don't. It would scare them, but the spirits comfort me. They know it's my birthday soon, and they're happy to help me celebrate.

When I come home, I have candy dumped out on the carpet for Mom to check, and I watch all the Halloween specials on TV.