From:
david.j.worrell@gmail.com
On Sunday, February 25, 2018 at 1:51:22 PM UTC-8, slider wrote:
### - 2 days ago:
was expecting just a normal WILD to begin by the way i was typically
pulled into a scene i'd been examining; the usual course being to be just staring at some image or whatever whilst laying down, and then suddenly being zoomed right into it only to find oneself right in a very lucid
dream scenario; only this time i found myself seemingly hanging upside
down in some kinda impossible yoga position? my hands apparently touching/holding my feet whilst am laying kind of flat/folded in half, and by hanging from my hands/feet my body thus forming a distinct teardrop shape as though i were hanging upside down suspended in an invisible net? (which is not a position i can physically adopt in waking btw...)
and so anyway, i seem to remember cc vaguely writing/saying something
about this someplace and have been trying to trace/track it since, but all to no avail?
anyone perhaps remember this particular ref. and where exactly it was so i can go read it again?
i don't say/suggest it's important or anything, but his is the only ref i seem to remember anywhere in this regard (he defo said summat about
hanging upside down in a teardrop shape + it being a noticeably impossible position for him, just dunno where or in what context it was said/used...)
it didn't last for long and was then suddenly shunted into a dream proper, but for a moment there i was really scratching my head and wondering WTF
is going on here?? lol...)
That is indeed a scene from CC's tales of dreaming.
They are from the dreaming he supposedly did under the
instruction of Zuleica, in The Eagle's Gift. Here are some quotes:
"Zuleica explained that a dreamer must start from a point of color; intense light or unmitigated darkness are useless to a dreamer in the initial onslaught. Colors such as purple or light green or rich yellow are, on the other hand, stupendous starting
points. She preferred, however, orange-red, because through experience it had proven to be the one that gave her the greatest sensation of rest."
"I felt it first as a most peculiar itch; a physical feeling which was not pleasing or displeasing. It was something like a nervous tremor. It became very
intense to the point of forcing me to focus my attention on it in order to determine where in my
body it was happening. I was stunned by the realization that it was not taking place anywhere in my physical body, but outside of it; and yet I still felt it.
I disregarded Zuleica's order to enter into a patch of coloration that was forming right at my eye level, and gave myself fully to the exploration of that
strange sensation outside me. Zuleica must have seen what I was going through. She suddenly began
to explain that the second attention belongs to the luminous body, just as the first attention belongs to the physical body. She said that the point where the
second attention assembles itself was situated right where Juan Tuma had described it the first
time we met- approximately one and one-half feet in front of the midpoint between the stomach and the belly button and four inches to the right.
Zuleica ordered me to massage that place; to manipulate it by moving the fingers of both my hands right on that point as if I were playing a harp. She assured me that sooner or later I would end up feeling my fingers going through
something as thick as
water, and that finally I would feel my luminous shell.
As I kept on moving my fingers the air got progressively thicker until I felt a
mass of sorts. An undefined physical pleasure spread all over me. I thought that I was touching a nerve in my body and felt silly at the absurdity of it. I
stopped.
Zuleica warned me that if I did not move my fingers she was going to bop me on the head. The longer I kept up the wavering motion, the closer I felt the itching. It finally got as near as five or six inches from my body. It was as if something in me had
shrunk. I actually thought I could feel a dent.
I then had another eerie sensation. I was falling asleep and yet I was conscious. There was a buzzing in my ears, which reminded me of the sound of a bullroarer. Next I felt a force rolling me over on my left side without waking me up. I was rolled very
tightly, like a cigar, and was tucked into the itching depression. My awareness
remained suspended there, incapable of waking up, but so tightly rolled on itself that I could not fall asleep either.
I heard Zuleica's voice telling me to look around. I could not open my eyes, but my tactile sense told me that I was in a ditch, lying on my back. I felt comfortable and secure. There was such a tightness to my body, such a compactness, that I did not
ever want to get up. Zuleica's voice ordered me to stand up and open my eyes. I
could not do it. She said that I had to will my movements; that it was no longer a matter of contracting my muscles to get up.
***
In my next session with Zuleica, she told me that I had succeeded in making a dent in my luminosity all by myself, and that making a dent meant bringing a distant point in my luminous shell closer to my physical body; therefore closer
to control. She
asserted repeatedly that from the moment the body learns to make that dent, it is easier to enter into dreaming...
I had stared at the darkness throughout many sessions, and was ready to visualize the spot of coloration. In fact, I witnessed its entire metamorphosis
from plain darkness to a precisely outlined blotch of intense brightness. First
I was swayed by the
external itch. I then focused my attention upon it until I ended up entering into a state of restful vigil. It was then that I first became immersed in an orange-red coloration.
After I had learned to remain suspended between sleep and vigil, Zuleica seemed
to relax her pace. I even believed that she was not in any hurry to get me out of that state. She let me stay in it without interfering...
While I was in the state of restful vigil, I realized one time that it was useless for me to remain there; that no matter how pleasant it was, its limitations were blatant.
I sensed then a tremor in my body and I opened my eyes, or rather my eyes became open by themselves. Zuleica was staring at me. I experienced a moment of
bafflement. I thought I had woken up, and to be faced with Zuleica in the flesh
was something I had
not expected. I had gotten used to hearing only her voice. It also surprised me
that it was no longer night. I looked around. We were not in Zuleica's house. Then the realization struck me that I was dreaming and I woke up.
Zuleica started then on another facet of her teachings. She taught me how to move. She began her instruction by commanding me to place my awareness on the midpoint of my body. In my case the midpoint is below the lower edge of my belly button. She told
me to sweep the floor with it, that is, make a rocking motion with my belly as if a broom were attached to it. Throughout countless sessions, I attempted to accomplish what her voice was urging me to do.
She did not allow me to go into a state of restful vigil. It was her intention to guide me to elicit the perception of sweeping the floor with my midsection while I remained in a waking state. She said that to be on the left side awareness was enough of
an advantage to do well in the exercise.
One day, for no reason I could think of, I succeeded in having a vague feeling in the area of my stomach. It was not something defined, and when I focused my attention on it I realized that it was a prickling sensation inside the cavity of my body, not
quite in my stomach area but above it. The closer I examined it, the more details I noticed. The vagueness of the sensation soon turned into a certainty.
There was a strange connection of nervousness - a prickling sensation - between
my solar plexus and
my right calf.
As the sensation became more acute, I involuntarily brought my right thigh up to my chest. Thus the two points were as close to each other as my anatomy permitted. I shivered for a moment with an unusual nervousness and then I clearly felt that I was
sweeping the floor with my midsection. It was a tactile sensation that happened
over and over every time I rocked my body in my sitting position.
In my next session, Zuleica allowed me to enter into a state of restful vigil. But this time that state was not quite as it had been before. There seemed to be a sort of control in me that curtailed my enjoying it freely as I had done in the past; a
control that also made me focus on the steps I had taken to get into it.
First I noticed the itch on the point of the second attention in my luminous shell. I massaged that point by moving my fingers on it as if I were playing a harp and the point sunk towards my stomach. I felt it almost on my skin.
I experienced a prickling sensation on the outside of my right calf. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain. The sensation radiated to my whole leg and then to my lower back.
I felt that my buttocks were shaking. My entire body was transfixed by a nervous ripple. I thought that my body had been caught upside down in a net. My
forehead and my toes seemed to be touching. I was like a closed U-shape.
Then I felt as if I were being folded in two and rolled inside a sheet. My nervous spasms were what made the sheet roll into itself, with me in the center. When the rolling ended I could not sense my body anymore.
I was only an amorphous awareness; a nervous spasm wrapped in itself. That awareness came to rest inside a ditch, inside a depression of itself.
I understood then the impossibility of describing what takes place in dreaming.
Zuleica said that the right and left side awareness are wrapped up together. Both of them come to rest in one single bundle in the dent; the depressed center of the second
attention. To do dreaming one needs to manipulate both the luminous body and the physical body.
First, the center of assembling for the second attention has to be made accessible by being pushed in from the outside by someone else, or sucked in from within by the dreamer. Second, in order to dislodge the first attention, the centers of the physical
body located in the midsection and the calves, especially the right one, have to be stimulated and placed as close to one another as possible until they seem
to join. Then the sensation of being bundled takes place and automatically the second attention
takes over.
Zuleica's explanation, given in commands, was the most cogent way of describing
what takes place because none of the sensory experiences involved in dreaming are part of our normal inventory of sensory data. All of them were baffling to me.
The sensation of an itch- a tingling outside myself- was localized; and because
of that, the turmoil of my body upon feeling it was minimal. The sensation of being rolled on myself, on the other hand, was by far the most disquieting. It included a range
of sensations that left my body in a state of shock. I was convinced that at one point my toes were touching my forehead, which is a position I am not able to attain; and yet I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I was inside a net hanging upside down
in a pear shape with my toes right against my forehead. On a physical plane I was sitting down and my thighs were against my chest.
Zuleica also said that the feeling of being rolled up like a cigar and placed inside the dent of the second attention was the result of merging my right and left awareness into a single awareness in which the order of predominance has been switched, and
the left has gained supremacy.
[CC says his next task was to learn how to move...]
you may find yourself
wondering how did i get here?!
:)
The problem with all that is: if you convince yourself this is true,
you could actually experience it all in dreaming because there you
can experience virtually anything your mind can conceive of.
Yet since it is only a private virtual reality, you will never have
any way of knowing if it's ever more than "tripping" in your own mind.
Unless... as I said before, you could actually get to the point of
being able to act in the real world in your dreaming body, as CC
claimed was the goal. Then you could provide evidence that the claims
are true. But nobody has ever demonstrated that kind of control.
If any of CC's people had shown us they were capable of such things,
I might even still be buying into all that bs. But they never did
show that a single one of them was capable of that. At least,
not to my knowledge.
.
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