I’ve gotten a number of comments regarding my postings of my planing activities suggesting that I’m either crazy or simply having very vivid dreams (since most of my planing does take place during my sleep periods). Others have asked me how I can be so positive that these activities are real and not just dreams, nightmares, or figment of my imagination—something happening simply in my mind (see It’s All in My Head).
My best response is simply, “because these incidents are much more real than this world in which I’m posting my blog.”
Think about your dreams for a moment, or can you even remember any of them. Maybe a snippet here or a fragment there, right? Dreams usually fade quickly, although sometimes it can take almost a day for some of the really vivid ones. You might be left with a few vestiges, maybe a memory of an emotion, but that, too, usually fades within a couple of days.
Dreams don’t linger for very long once you awaken, and nightmares are no different. Turn on a light, and nightmares inevitably run away, much preferring the dark recesses of your mind than the bright lights of activity.
These incidents of mine that I write about don’t fade once I awaken. They don’t scatter like rose petals from a dying bouquet. Instead, they’re more like memories, which do fade, yes, but only after weeks, months, or years, not moments or hours. And like memories, some of my experiences of planing can be retriggered by a smell, a word or phrase, or even by a color or image.
Dreams don’t do that, not even memories of dream can do that. There’s a certain musical phrase from Rhapsody in Blue that gives me a “flashback” to a jazz club and the pianist there who died while playing that tune for himself and the remaining wait staff way past closing time. There is the smell of jasmine that brings to mind the memory of a young lady murdered outside her apartment down in North Carolina.
These sounds, these smells trigger an emotional response, an emotional response that I associate with these incidents, these people and places. That’s what memories are—triggers to emotional incidents that we catalog and store. And when I’m acting as a planer, my emotional chakra is more open than when I’m functioning as a “normal” physical being. Emotions make very strong memories, stronger than anything else.
Think about it for a moment. Bring up any memory—happy or sad, good or bad—and you’ll find that the main thing you remember is the emotions of those involved. Perhaps you had an argument with your lover. You may not remember what was said, or even who started it, but what you remember is how you felt and how your lover felt, and how what they were feeling made you feel.
Maybe you remember the first time you saw an infant or a puppy. But again, what do you really remember? Do you remember exactly what the infant or puppy looked like? No, but you remember how you felt…you remember the gooey, oh-so-loving, just-wanna-cuddle-you-to-death feelings that threatened to overflow your whole being.
So, while I may not be able to bring back something tangible that I can point to and say “There, see I was really there. It really happened.” I do have memories.
I may not be able to “prove” to the skeptics that what I do is real, but when it’s their time to leave, I’m sure they’ll be glad to see me, or someone like me—even if we’re not real 😉