Greetings,

Right, so as I sit here, drinking tea, and trying to calm my fade nerves; I can take hart in the fact that I can relate some good news. I spent some thirty minutes prepping for the trip to the astral- incense, candle and tea- I slipped in and out of my body; no doubt, performance anxiety. Upon my entrance in to the astral,- at about quarter till eleven EST- I quickly found the Room in which Vagrant Dreamer and myself where to meet. However, this is where my normally routine visit became most frustrating.

In my mind, I saw the Room as simple, white and square. There were no openings, but normally this is no obstacle- I normally �will� in to the room, and pop in where ever I am trying to go. This time as far as I got was to view the in side of the room. I was still out side and unable to get in, but I could see the outline of the interior. It took a considerable amount of force of will to keep even this up and I soon had exhausted all the will I could muster. At this point, I was pulled back in to my body. I believe this was due to the effort I exerted trying to stay in the room, which jarred me from repose.

My second effort took place moments after finding myself pull out of the astral. This time a tried to force my way in to the room- going so far as to pull at the walls. I feel profoundly ashamed at this, for no sooner had I failed at pulling down a wall than the thought occur to me to �make a door.� This method worked far better.

This time I entered and saw a figure standing in the room looking at me. It was bright white and somewhat fuzzy like T.V. static- I could not see too well at this point. Yet, I could see or rather sense would be a better word, the figure- how I now believe to be Vagrant Dreamer- extended and waved in unison his arms in what I believe to be a sideways cross- fist right to left then bent. I am afraid that I probably expecting too much, first tried to speak, then upon failing to utter a sound, began to turn and �ball up.� What Vagrant Dreamer saw might have been, �something like the rosy cross - a cross with each of the extended parts also crossed, like four t's connected at their bases 90 degrees from one another.� This, I can assure you, I was in no conduction think of, much less make.

[Upon reading a Pm from Vagrant Dreamer concerning his actions to prevent himself from thinking up someone before I arrived: "I just sat and waited blankly...so I'm pretty sure I didn't manifest anything... [Your image] to be elementally air in nature, white and flowy like [my image] normally is." I am beginning to worry. I will know more when he responds to a request of clarification on what this means.]

I am also afraid that I was not thinking too well, having met with obstacle after obstacle- most, like the inability to "will" myself in to a structure, I have not encountered in a long time- and having been drained some what more than I'm used to, let my mind wander. I am sorry to confirm the second part of what Vagrant Dreamer saw. In a message he told me "I believe you attacked me as a test." No, not quite, neither as a test nor at you per se; I lashed out at the room that had caused me so much trouble and did not mind where I was toughing my ill will. I do apologize if any of that came your way.

I left shortly after my temper tantrum, unable to maintain the effort to stay in the astral. This occurred at about twelve twenty or there about. I was eager to record as much of it as I could before the details and impressions escaped me. It seems I spend about one and a half hours in the astral- if you do not count my performance anxiety. I believe this approximates the time that Vagrant Dreamer spent there, adding a bit of reserved optimism to my report. Do note however that I may be wrong.

From the messages he sent I could make two assumptions, the first is that this experiment would have been far more successful if I had kept my head about me. Second, in regards to why I could not enter the Room in my usual manner might have been one of two reasons; first, the simpler of the two: I was off my game and/or distracted. Or the other possibility: my lack of experience was to blame. Not to say that I have no experience in the astral, far from it, but my previous experiences may have BEEN the problem, leading me to become conferrable with having the only conciseness to interact with namely my own. Excluding the little nasties that I sometimes think up. I believe that I was unable to �will� in to the Room because of the unfamiliar presence. It could have been enough to add an unforeseen valuable, which as in the past, stopped me from performing actions that I normally pay no heed. If this is the case, then all that is required is to become better acquainted with Vagrant Dreamer.

More information will add to the likely hood of future success, there for we must try it again. I will continue to post the results here after each experiment.