astral projection

I was thinking yesterday I'd like to start walking again. Haven't done it for a long time. I used to work at it but I'd lose my focus and forget and blow it off.

Early this morning I walked twice. I was dreaming and decided to walk. I lay down, dropped everything I was carrying, said to myself, drop my load, my burden, whatever, and rose up. Flew. It was fun. Didn't last a long time, but it was great. I had pretty good control.

I woke up, used the bathroom, went back to bed. Normally I don't walk again after waking. But this time I slept normally for a couple of hours, then, boom, again, I made the decision to walk and did so. This was great. I was aiming for the Pacific Northwest and that's the direction I went. Beautiful green mountains, forests, gorgeous, but with a bit of fairyland in there, the land sculpted in places. Couldn't escape humanity, though. I kept hearing politicians booming, blustering, talking about they are the one for the job and why the other guy is evil.

Went on, though, didn't get caught up with them. Went on to a family home, went inside, didn't stay with them, went on into the rest of the house, exploring. Didn't last long after that. I seem to remember having this difficulty before. If I go into a house and concentrate on exploring that, instead of staying outside, I lose focus and wake. Next time I'll stay outside, maybe with people.

This was much easier than it's ever been before and I'm convinced that it's to do with the fact that I'm not eating meat anymore. Flesh is said to weigh you down, keep you anchored and now I'm even more convinced of that than ever. I wonder if the same is true of fudge? Hee hee. Hope not. This is fun. Don't want to give up walking or fudge. Tell you what, though. If it comes down to a choice, fudge is out the door!