He must understand that both him, his vision, and his eyes are only a part of one and the same apparatus, and even when he has completely failed, it is precisely the desire of that mechanism to manifest in this way.
I am vibrating names, and passing through. I show up on a single leaf of a tree. I am so tiny; in front of me, there is a drop of some liquid, actually dew, sliding down that leaf.
A note in the dream Diary does not serve to admire your phantasmagorias but to dissect them, measure them, probe them with the flame of childish intrigue.
A change in consciousness that is experienced during the trance and astral projection is more valuable than all the seminars and workshops on which you have ever been. Without experience of astral projection, the whole system of Western and Eastern teachings is just another fairy tale.
Economy of time is crucial in the Astral. Contrary to that, the economy of movement is crucial for breaking and collapsing the whole of that experience. You have to move around constantly, touching all the things as much as you can.
On the surface above the sea, the airy character of LAM stares at me. His head is floating where the center of these circular waves was. I get spasm all over my body. LAM is sucking me inside of his skull.
While sitting in asana, I spent some time in gently breathing, relaxing myself. Now I stare at the distance of the blackness behind the eyelids. For some time I have doing so, but later at moments as if I spotted a light flash in the distance, therefore I decided to focus on "it", and entering into great Change. After a few moments of thrill, I appear in a three-dimensional sphere, like a capsule in a dark silvery color.
Behind me stood various shells and planets of the world. In front though, there was nothing. I became aware that I was in a very specific plane, so I gave up from vibrating the names and calling the guide.