Sunday, August 30, 2026: 3:59 PM: This afternoon, I gave doing some astral travel a go. It’s been a while, and even though my body felt right for the beginning stages of it, I didn’t achieve liftoff. What I did get out of it was a travel advisory, given my nephew’s street number and the central theme of the vision I had.
My niece-in-law’s hair color was black in the dream instead of red and quite curly, too. Every time I’ve seen her in a vision it has always been with black hair.
I don’t know who the old guys Steve and Bean were. But when I shook hands with Steve from behind the couch he was sitting on, he reached around to shake my right hand over his left shoulder with his right. As he did this, he pressed his left cheek against the back of it. He tilted his head back so he could see me as he did this. I could feel a bit of stubble on his face during this interaction.
My niece-in-law was telling my great-nephew and niece that old people don’t talk much. I heard her saying this to them as I walked by the couch they were sitting on.
Apparently, Steve and Bean were new arrivals to this party we were all at, and Dad was there, busting my balls about not seeing them when they walked in. The couches were all soft leather and light tan, as were the armchairs that were about the room. The furniture was plush, to say the least, and the living room we were in was huge. The lighting was soft, everything bathed in an amber tint.
This attempted meditation session lasted for about two hours. For most of that time, I worked with associating my chakras with the four elements in the pattern I recently learned from Neven Paar’s book. But aside from the vision, every time the required shift for astral travel took place, I kept hearing the sound of vehicles, as if I was walking right next to a highway. In fact, at one point, I’m pretty sure I was.
As far as the travel advisory goes, I associate my nephew and his family with Dominick’s, where I would usually go on a Monday. I also associate them with the number 8 based on their address. The number 8 is generally a travel warning. So, I think I’m going to Dom’s tonight instead of tomorrow.
As far as the party goes, I’m thinking it built upon the vision I had the other day involving my birthday. The theme was clearly celebration, although this time I didn’t get the sense it specifically revolved around me. I was there, but that’s all.
My nephew and his family were there, as was Dad. The rest of the folks, and there were many, I didn’t recognize. The time seemed to be around late afternoon or early evening. So, I can only conclude that I should avoid traveling late in the day tomorrow and possibly Tuesday, for whatever reason.