The following is on going series of dreams taking place over a three-day period, that I have not had time to post. Asterisks donate the end of the dream. The two people in question have helped, in different forms, with other endeavors- some with more success then others- whatever is currently occupying my interest. If the thought fancies me I will post more from the twenty or so entries from my physical journal.

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I found myself in a large kitchen with vary nice appliances, and one old Cantonese couple sitting in a corner enjoying a pleasant chat. When they notice I was standing there in the middle of the kitchen, they got up greet me. After many greetings, and shaking of hands, they placed me in front of a large leg of beef, and handed me a knife. They proceeded to show me how to trim the fat, separate the different cuts, remove tendons, and cut out the bone.

The lesson started with removing the mass of fat from the leg; easily accomplished a Brulee torch. Setting the fat on fire resulted in sputtering and popping. Next came the disassembly of the leg in to its component cuts. When a cut was finished it was placed on a sheet of wax paper and put on a long, low pedestal of ice behind the counter. Some twelve cuts where proudly displayed with garnish when we had finished dividing and sub-dividing the meat.

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I was sitting at the small table next to the French window, removing the roots of moung bean sprouts, while one half of the Cantonizes Couple tended to some engrossing task. His wife was helping me with the beans, when he finished. I did not realize we had been working so fast; the pile of beans was already at my knees. I took the beans over to the stove and put them in a pot that had been preheated. After adding many ingredients to the pot, it was lest to cook.

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Dream I had last night.

In my dining room, late at night, during what could have been a party, forty people from two Scottish clans- in the middle of a spat- are eating hard corn-pudding and stew from mugs. Oddly fitting somehow because they where from the reign of James V of Scotland. In any case, there was evidently a letting go of old rivalries, for everyone was singing a rather vaguer song to the tune of “I was walking through the park one day:”

“I stayed out too late,
Now, I got no pants,
And me willies got the chivvies’;
And me wife’s going to kill me,
So I can’t go home.
But that’s all right
‘Cause, we’re going to the brothel.
‘Cause, we’re going to the brothel.

The party had go on for some time, and I was vary into it, dancing from foot to foot. Sitting at the head of the table was a man flirting with what appeared to be a bar wench, when leaning back suddenly he shouted:
“Wait, wait, now I’ve heard a cord from everyone here but you,” He looking strait at me and emphasizing the last word rather accusingly.
I stopped dancing from foot to foot, and said, “well, it has all been swell, and I don’t think I can match it, but I would like to try… feel free to go on till I have something worthy to share.”
“That’s perfectly normal and right; and don’t let your neighbor lie to you.”
I woke up when I realized that nothing I came up with rimed or even sounded right.

Greetings all,

I have seen the big raven again, this time it was on the bus ride home from the library- some fifteen miles from where I first saw it. This time I was sure to note all physical features, as well as behaviors. The bird was about two feet long, had a gray or white tuft of feathers on its breast. It landed on a stop sign and looked at me for a moment, before the bus started moving. It flew in from the east- my right,- stayed on the sign after the buss left.

I have been doing some looking in to raven symbolism and myths. But there is too many conflicting traditions, to decipher meaning. Came across the idea of a spirit guide, but am unsure of how to find out this raven is indeed my guide- have yet to find out what a spirit guide is. More books are needed on this topic.

Cherry-Bye

Greetings,

At about 11:50 in stared to project. I made my way to the hut, entered and took my seat. After a bit Vagrant Dreamer showed up, and I started to sign, using the same method as before; I did so twice then spent the rest of the time to sync with him. I may have been successful because I started to feel like I was being solidified. Things began to vibrate or shake. It did not last long but something out of the ordinary did happen.

After the shaking episode, I tried to make out what Vagrant Dreamer was sending me. Got the impression of a two dimensional sigil- drawn as if on a rose cross. But this may have only been me, because when I thought of what it might have been, the sigil changed.

I left the astral at 12:17.



Sorry, no idea what 2 in 3 and 3 in 2 means.



I too am keeping consistent on this end. A thought occurred to me, but it may be best suited for I different experiment all together. I would like to know if you believe that a simple sign- that is seen or used many times- would in theory be easer to communicate than a complex personal sign. I ask because the signs that we have had the most success with have been personal ones.

Given what I hope is my luck with synchronizing with him, I will try to do so at the beginning of each run and determine if I can recreate the results.

After our last experiment, I was shown Vagrant Dreamer’s picture. This success with synchronizing might or might not have anything to do with seeing his picture, so I will try to get mine posted as soon as I can.

Cherry-bye

Good Day,

The fifth experiment was less than eventful. It mostly consisted of me sitting in the Hut looking for Vagrant Dreamer. I got to the hut about 11:45, and got out at 12:03. I did not see him at all but thinking it was me a tried to find him- I had no luck though.




I too am curious if it would make a difference, but I was long gone by the time he even started.



This is intriguing, because I have always sat in the left one; always had the impression that it would be wrong, to use the right.



As I said before he got there after I left; but it is interesting because I did not move around to room this time- I move to keep my mind from wandering away from the hut. The slender filaments coming from my astral body where my attempts to find you- probes of �consciousness� I send out when I'm looking for something.

Once more I find myself bothered by the colorations, they are simply frustrating; logically when I leave I should not be there, and one should not be able to see me, but I am and one does. At least this is more data for the 'un-synching' idea.



Not entirely sure what to make of this, but we are becoming more linked so it is possible this “frame of consciousness” is the cause of it.

Vagrant Dreamer has told me of a change in location, which will bring him geographically much closer than before to me, in addition the new local has pre-established energy wells. So he is expecting to have more energy with which to act in the astral while there. He will be there for the sixth experiment, perhaps longer, but there could be interesting interaction because of it.

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The sixth experiment was more interesting, yet some of the same problems crept up again. I started astral projecting at 11:47. It was a long time before the Hut was visible.

Once in side I assumed my position in the left chair and waited for Vagrant Dreamer. I am unsure if he was there when I arrived or if he came in after but unlike the normal impression I get when he enters the room- a subtle change in the topography of the Hut. There was a change in density, I will refer back to “the rock in the glass of water analogy,” this is the third time this has happened, and I am unsure of how to annalize it, much less how to explain it.

As bothering as that may be, it represents a practical obstacle, at least for me. The issue it poses is to my ability to align myself

I tried three methods to communicate my sign, each one was tried twice. The first was the using ambient energy to manifest the sign and push it to Vagrant Dreamers “perception.” The next was to draw the sign in the air and to push it in to his context. Third, was to task energy with the shape of the sign and to go to him, then I released it. The last one I found on one of his topics.

I had the sense that the last two where only “bouncing off” of him and not getting through. The first method had no noticeable effect, if it had any at all.

I spent the rest of the time trying to see if I could sense anything that Vagrant Dreamer was sending me, but I was unable to. The spectacular results of the gateway sigil have yet to be repeated, I am of the opinion that I am simply not well enough attuned to decipher anything subtler than physical changes in the astral. I will naturally try to rectify this, but it may be advisable- if after some time has elapsed without better results- to go about this in a way. As to what that way could be, or the time at which that would become appropriate to conceder, I will be happy to hear anything that my be of use.



I was as you say “gathering and shaping energy,” I used your method of drawing in the air and releasing the symbol- hopping to send it on its way to you- and trying not to interfere. This was one of three different methods I tried. (My last PM contained the full description) As to what method I normally use to collect energy I expecting energy to gather in some part ether internal (body) or external (floating ball of energy,) when I started out I would channel energy through my physical body in to my astral body. The latter is now seldom used.



I have looked at it, and although your appearance was quite different than I imagined, there was- when I first saw your picture- a sensation that “yes this is him.” There was no question about it. I have no such account but I will try to get one next week and post my own picture.