Ultimately, I suppose that's an issue only my figment/essence would have been left with having to figure out-had it happened- which is actually a relief because my corporeal realization certainly doesn't have a clue how to regard metaphysical circumstances- and since blood pressure is no longer the formidable factor battling male common [sense] once you are outside the body, my material essence would have basically been clocked out for day had that particular situation... 'materialized.'

Though my earthly wager is on betting those hipster tattoos would have been gone from her skin; her lacking a literal body and so forth, so maybe my corporeal [body]very well may have decided to direct some of that aforementioned blood pressure, Inadvertently pulling me back from the veil.
And really, that probably would have been a plus.
Nobody needs awkward moments of indecisiveness out on the Astro plane.

I wonder if it's no longer emotional cheating if'n you're no longer planted and floating outside the marriage on the plane. I also wonder what her husband's attention was on if she had all this spare time to chat with me… ‘Platonically’ with plans and perhaps schemes-on her part- being made to also do it potentially pseudo-spiritually.

If that's what she was into and it bored him, he must have been into something really interesting. 

Materially or otherwise.

Though I suppose he could have been an absolute milquetoast.

Needless to say, I was never able to access the Astro Plane, and even if I could have... I'd probably have rather been a lone Astro-Wolf-as it were- anyway. You meet a girl up there and she's just gonna want to go on Astro-Hikes and attend whatever Astro-Music venues happen to also be present on the plane that night. (I can't imagine it has the best bookings. You know, on account of its general inaccessibility.)

You know, sometimes an Astro-Guy just wants to Astro-Vedge out on the Plane- 'Free Float,' as it were. Kick out the ol' figurative footrest on the Astro-Cliner and just let the Radiation Belt wash over him as he glides across the ionosphere with his knees in that slightly elevated position even those most ergonomic of Posturepedics just can't pull off.

I wonder if gender still applies to your Astro Projection or if you just call your self an essence at that point? I only bring that up because I like a little support and hugging action for my Fundament Chakra. Astro figment, corporeal body or otherwise, dangle is dangle, and cradle is essential to my personal Fung Shui; 'Fung' for short.

What also interests me is just how restful it must be to get sleep both in the tangible world and on the Astro Plane at the same time.

I like that idea. 'Extra Synchratic... Unconscious Relativity,' I guess you could call it- for lack of my desire to further break down all the minute specifics and in turn assign their particular designators and hence group them together in applicable kind- to coin an original pseudo-scientific term for something that-as of my knowledge-is anything but.
I mean that has got to be some restful sleep, crashed the hell out on not 'one,' but 'two' planes of existence. 'Cause I might be wrong, but I'm seriously doubting the rejuvenating strengths and powers of my memory foam mattress to also infuse that deep REM into my extra-corporeal essence specifically, you know?

Anyway, back to crux, the other night I stumbled across a guided, Astro Projection meditation and decided to jump in the hot tub and listen slash-who knows- maybe also Astro Project -someone has to have figured it out or stumbled upon the aether on their first try, right? Why not me?
It's like the lottery. You can't win unless you 'Astro-spin.'

Quick side bar. I know you're already in a giant chamber, but have you ever been in a deprivation/float chamber? It's basically a big tent or tank filled with about a foot and a half of body temperature, highly epsom salted water. You climb in and just float in the absolute silence and dark. Weird as the idea seems I found it

quite pleasant. It was also probably the closest I think I've come to having my mind go neutral. It took about half an hour I reckon, but once I got comfortable with a naked-un cradled root chakra- effortless back float the next hour evaporated away. I still don't know if I fell asleep or not, but I might as well have, as at peace as I was.

The weirdest part of the whole experience probably came with the discovery there was a moderate to sizable clumping and crusting of salt dried to the area of my body exposed to the air, and later coating the inside of my ear canals. Basically the Epsoms are so densely diffused throughout the water, if you were to spill or slosh any like- out of a bucket, a small 'pile' of salt would be left behind after the water evaporated. So, now carry that over to your body.

All this written, since I don't know if I have ever really ...meditated; it's seeming wildly counter intuitive to me in certain ways, but having gotten close to what I think... might be comparable in a chamber, I in turn figured a hot tub-which is available to me- might serve as a... comparable substitute-for lack of a better term- in order to heighten my chances/bolster my odds of projecting.

So, after the guide; on the Astro-Meditation track, goes through some lengthy bits of explanation; one of the first steps he says you have to take

on the journey to the plane is to state your intention.
As in: Who do you want to visit?

Well, creepy as it sounds my first thought is- well- naturally my mind goes where any red blooded, card carrying hetero-sexual male goes, to wanting to visit a pretty girl. Not the married girl- specifically- if that is where your mind went, but-

Well, think about this for a second. As natural an inclination as that is for a heterosexual male, the reality is: it's creepy, right? You're basically... 'haunting,' someone based on gender and subjective opinion of what's attractive when you could be like- exploring Area 51 or casing a bank.

Needless to say, I didn't even have one in mind. But really, who do you pick with the world at your disposal? The first place my mind probably would have gone was to like- realize one of my unfulfilled pre-teen fantasies, say of Jennifer Love Hewitt from her 'Party of Five' days, if I were to really give it a think, but, well, Astro Projecting isn't a time machine as far as I know and Post Five, sodium loaded Hewitt just wouldn't be as fulfilling you know? Plus, maybe she learned to hone or tap into some abilities from like- a consultant on her Ghost Whisperer show. I may not be a practiced voyeur, but I certainly don't want to be caught entertaining some dalliance, especially my first time out... on what is supposed to be a perfect crime.

Besides all that and more importantly, I just don't want to come off creepin' on someone all creepy-like and so forth: even if I can get away with it completely Scott Turf Builder free with those women lacking the ability to Ghost Whisper. But then again, like- even if I somehow 'got' caught creeping on the Astro-Plane, it's not like you can charge me with that. Where's the evidence? What's the charge.

First of all its not even in federal jurisdiction, sure I’m across state lines, but I’m also across spiritual planes, No judge who isn't like... a Druid, can convict on that.

Even if I admitted it.

And what kind of future precedence would a case such as that set if they did, what would you call it?

'Astro-Time Law?'

You can't take an Astro-Time Lawyer seriously.
Though I can't say I don't like the ring of "State of Consciousness v. Dykeman"

But this is all hearsay, cause my mind didn't even get past thinking: 'Pretty girl,' before I dismissed it.

So if creepin' on a pretty girl on the Astro-Plane is out, just based on decorum alone. Who's it not creepy to creep on? It's gotta be a visit to someone where the visit would come off innocent. Like a 'legitimate' visit, where I would be considered company, you know?
Somewhere you're welcome. Right?
Right.
Okay, what fits that criteria? I know! "Let's see

what Grandma's up to!" Right? Creepin' on Grandma's not...

Yeah, Astro-Creepin' on Grandma's still creepy.

So, already I'm thinking too much about this and this is just the first step on the guided meditation, right?

This isn't going well.

So, who can I Astro-Creep on and not make it creepy?
Then it hit me. Why do I have to creep across state lines? Projecting is projecting is projecting. I can just go into the house... keep it simple, right?
Right.

Well guess who's in the other room and its okay to Astro -Creep on?
You guessed it... Or maybe you didn't.

That's right! The cat.

It's perfect, If by some miracle I do actually project- Though it's not as if I'm holding my breath that's actually going to happen; although there does seem to be some really deep [breathing] associated with the guided procedure as I listen on... trying to make my intention- I'm going to want verification, of my efforts right? Well, who else besides a pretty girl with the Ghost Whisper sees out of body entities floating around all day long? Cats are always chasing shit that isn't there, so why not, on my first outing, bridge the Astro/Physical gap by meeting up with one of the only

creatures of this plane I figure capable and imbued with this power?

Alright, so I have my intended target to Astro creep on, and there he is, right through the glass, sleeping away high up in his cat jungle gym. Nothing bad can happen if I happen to achieve ultimate stealth and unimpeachable creep status.

So anyway, [breathing] and intention aside, at this point... It has probably been like ten minutes in the hot tub-maybe three-, Sweat is beading down my face, this tub read 105 degrees when I climbed in. Bear in mind the heater shuts off at 104, so it's getting an extra degree from somewheres. Even adding in my 98.6 -giving the heat a cooler place to go and in turn; by my conception of the laws of Thermo Dynamics- doesn't seem to be effecting the temperature of the tub. I'm thinking it should be dropping at least a degree. But no, it's actually maintaining its hotter state... somehow. 

And so I sweat on.
(Bear in mind, I'm not claiming to have a grasp on understanding said laws of Thermo-dynamics.)

Anyway, barring my beginning to sweat profusely from the only area of my body exposed to the air, I'm still comfortable, but my presence in the tub is starting to reach a point where the heat is going to start getting discomforting.
Checking back in with the guide, I try to keep

the impending discomfort and all other concerns from my mind. I'm still relaxed. Still floating.
At ease. (Drifting... Drifting...)
-I mean really- Hot yoga's gotta be more intense than this! Right?

By this time the guide's voice is shifting from (left) to (right) in my headphones and asking me to repeat what I hear and focus on the point on my face between eyes.
My third eye.
(The 'Ajna' chakra for all the Seuss fans.)
-"Repeat after me.";"I am fully awash in a white light."
"I am fully awash in white light."
"Clear your mind... (Clear your mind)."; "I will travel on the Astro-Plane... (I will travel on the Astro-Plane.).";"(I'm clear.)... (I'm clear.)"-
Shit like that, basically.
But then it happens. The guide begins to 'Guide' me to 'mentally' vibrate, then to 'mentally' roll my essence from left to right. (I need to shake of or skirt my essence loose from the earthly bounds of my corporeal self.)

"Leave my body in the -105- hot, hot tub. (Hot, Hot tub)
-"10-"; "Relax... Your body is heavy."
"My body is heavy."
-"9-"; "Deep breath."; "Now. (Now.) (Now.)"; "Clear. (Clear.) (Clear.)."; "I will safely and without danger, travel on the Astro-Plane."

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Brian's Seventh letter to Bianca (The Astro-Projection letter.) (2)
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Ultimately, I suppose that's an issue only my figment/essence would have been left with having to figure out-had it happened- which is actually a relief because my corporeal realization certainly doesn't have a clue how to regard metaphysical circumstances- and since blood pressure is no longer the formidable factor battling male common [sense] once you are outside the body, my material essence would have basically been clocked out for day had that particular situation... 'materialized.'

Though my earthly wager is on betting those hipster tattoos would have been gone from her skin; her lacking a literal body and so forth, so maybe my corporeal [body]very well may ha...

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