Atem´s Notebooks subtle body

March 2002

A peculiar activity of the subtle body


It was more and more frequent to awaken in the subtle body while the physical was sleeping, in that peculiar condition which is called  conscious sleep.

As a new experience that it was, I would observe whatever detail of these experiences, and that night I got interested in the activity of the subconscious.

I was observing a dream  projected on a screen made of mental substance, much alike  a movie on a large screen. I was just a witness, as a spectator at a cinema show.
I was perfectly conscious it was not myself to produce the dream, but an almost unobservable elusive part of me, my subconscious, which I felt and saw as a strange
animal kind of mind attached at the bottom of my conscious part.

 The dream had affinity with another one which I dreamt years before, so I decided to search for the previous dream, which in that very moment I vaguely remembered.

 While the dream was going on and a part of me was following it, another part split to search in a  kind of dream´s archives, where all the previous dreams were orderly contained much as books on shelves.
I was not surprised, I felt such activity was relative to the actual possibilities of a subtle body, in its  own environment it had quite some peculiarity, but it intrigued me mostly because I had never done it before and notwithstanding, I knew perfectly what to do and how to do it.

I started monitoring previous dreams on a smaller screen which appeared instantaneously at my side, I did it several times, about six or seven, searching and watching  the beginning of the dream or running it at higher speed,  and during all the time, I never lost contact with the "main" dream, it continued unfolding itself in front of my mind´s eyes.

Then, I finally found what I was searching for, I put it on the smaller screen so to compare them. At that moment, I was witnessing at two dreams at the same time: one of them just being produced by the subconscious, and the other, just the result of a volitive action on my side.  In fact I realized both dreams shared a similar "atmosphere": there was not any personage or places, it was just changing shades of colours charged with a peculiar note of poetry, as witnessing a beautifully moved sunset in the sky, and that atmosphere was pretty similar to both the dreams.

I followed them at the same time till the end, then I lost interest  and I moved away within a blue mental atmosphere, a blue kind of space where I felt very comfortable.  As a mental being, I felt it as my own environment, of which daily consciousness was unaware of.  I felt the necessity to build bridges of consciousness through the whole of the time,  that would necessarily meet with changes in sleep, which I was already noticing, I felt the subconscious had to be somehow  domesticated, colonized, opening it up  to some unknown force, and unknown process.