Friday, September 4, 2026: 10:22 AM: I ran an hour-and-a-half-long session that actually got broken into two parts by a bathroom trip this morning. However, I would have to say that, as far as gunning for getting on the astral plane, I came pretty damn close.
This session started with me having a vision about being in a hallway with a rather luminous, goldish-white ceiling, carpeted floors, and wood-paneled walls. I was waiting for an elevator and actually using an app on my phone that was kind of like ESP Trainer to call for the elevator and tell it which floor I wanted to go down to. Next to me there was a young woman dressed in blue, with curly, over-the-shoulder-length brown hair, who seemed to be in her late 20s or early 30s, and she was doing the same thing.
I was having trouble seeing all of the controls on my app, and the screen reader was not reading the buttons well, and I started racing to attempt to catch an elevator to go down to the floor that I wanted to, which was level three, when I realized that was the floor she was going to. Then I thought, well, since she’s obviously going to be more precisely able to do this, why not just let her do it? Hitch a ride and not have to worry about the app and the phone at all.
The vision concluded with the elevator showing up on the floor and both of us getting on, and that’s where things ended. It was a warm, peaceful sort of vision. When I pulled out of it, I also caught the connotation right away that mind, symbolized by the phone, can control matter, which would have been the phone controlling the elevator.
So I got that, got up, did my bathroom trip, came back, and then I had a quick flash of standing next to my bed. The floor was very nice wood, highly polished. I was definitely in my apartment, but it was a lot classier than this place will ever be in reality. Very nice floors, furnishings, et cetera.
Then I flipped into another vision in which I was getting out of my bed, where I was lying in order to do the meditations. So I woke, got out of bed, decided to see what it was like outside, and walked down the stairs.
As I’m walking down the stairs, it’s like I split. There was another part of me that was having a face-to-face conversation with Dad. I was telling him that he lost the right to even call himself my parent years ago. It was not my fault that he had turned into such a god-awful prick, and he has no control, no influence, no sway, no anything whatsoever, over my life, regardless of what he thinks.
I told him that, as far as I was concerned, he and my brother both died in the same car accident a couple of years ago. As far as I’m concerned, he no longer exists.
That was the conversation. Not exactly word for word, but it was all I could remember. That segment of it ended by the time I reached my front door.
For whatever reason, I did have a quick flash of him standing on my front porch, and I was just pointing at the road and telling him to go.
Then the other part of me that was walking down the stairs actually did make it to my front door. I pulled it open, realized it was a nice day outside, and as I was starting to step through the door to go outside, I realized I didn’t have my apartment keys on me and figured it would be a good idea not to go outside so I wouldn’t lock myself out of the building.
So, as I’m backing up and closing the door, the string to my shorts gets caught on the door handle. I’m disconnecting myself from the door handle, and I realize that my downstairs neighbor’s son was in the living room watching TV.
Somehow, I kind of had an image and sense of the space inside the apartment. I couldn’t see things clearly at all, but it kind of came to me that, well, maybe my downstairs neighbor will invite me in. I paused for a second. She did not. And I was like, mm, time to go back upstairs.
So I went back upstairs, and the vision ended with me walking into my apartment again.
Very, very lifelike, I would have to say. Maybe a super-vivid to slightly lucid dream, not exactly astral-plane stuff, because I barely had any control over what was going on. But at the same time, I got some valuable insights as to, at least, how my inner witch slash higher self views the relationship with dear old Dad.
And, of course, I’m wondering who I’m going to get a phone call from within the next day or so. Will it be my nephew, or will it be my niece? We shall see.