I got into the tank this morning. After a few minutes in the tank, I began to think: “its too cold in this tank. I’m not going to be able to relax. Well, I will just stay awhile and hope it warms up”.
My left arm was palm up, the right palm down, as Baron Eugene Fersen instructs in his 27 Lessons in the Science of Being.
The relaxation in this posture is unusual. It is more of a ‘toning’ of the body than a release. The purpose of that posture is to channel universal energy into the body. It is a Huna practice (huna being a western revival of the Hawaiian Kahuna technique).
ENTERING INTO SILENCE
The second phase of Fersen’s exercise involves entering into silence. Just prior to entering into silence, I had a jazzy upbeat song I invented just singing through my head. I realized that when you listen to good music, you are not thinking. Cessation of thought is the definition of Yoga. Nonetheless, I eventually allowed my physical relaxation to translate into mental relaxation.
Instead of trying to ‘enter into silence’ – I instead allowed my thinker to relax. Immediately I realized that I thought my thinker was in my head somehwere. I realized that the brain is a receiver of thought… an antenna which can tune into Universal Mind by use of frequencies. So instead of trying to stop thought within my head (which really just shuts out Universal Mind), I went out out out to Universal Mind and sourced it’s infinite spacious silence….
I was travelling along somewhere with some people. I was talking with them. At some point we get to what we are looking for…
ALONG THE ROAD
I leave them to fly 10 feet above a road… I am along a high wall just easily flying. I do this for about 1/4 of a mile, then start to hover. I turn around and look back… I see smoke and clouds in my third eye. I hear a whirling whooshing sound (the rotating cave? More than likely the heater in the room turned on… for I was aware of being in the tank while having this voyage).
I AM PULLED BACKWARD
I decide I can help the most by going deep into space and agree to this. The low hum starts to pull backwards along the road, first at a crawl then a bit faster. I start to rise. Around this time, I can hear some Voice trying to communicate with me. It move my head around to serve as an antenna to turn this constant urgent tone into something I can understand in English. I hear what it has to say…
I TURN SIDEWAYS
I’m still moving at a moderate gallop, maybe 15-30mph. I rotate to the left. There is moonlight shining through a thicket of trees. The voicecontinues. I translate. AUM SAN PEDRO AUM… this is the first float I have had with my Saint Peter cacti outside the tank!
I FACE FORWARDS
It’s about thistime that the dream ends. BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ASSOCIATE WITH!