@ Vlad – So cool, the whole british butler thing! I might bring one into my sanctuary if you don’t have a copyright on it. It does sound like the other methods you talk about are similar but I found sactuary easier because I was not trying to move into an altered state of consciousness, just doing something we do every day. It amazed me how close was the key to our unconscious mind.

@ Tracy – I hesitated to put in the bit about my father because I think that is where Tim and I (and probably a lot of his readers here) part mindsets, in that I take the information gained in my imaginary place as probably-true-pending-further-evidence whereas our modern empirical, rationalistic culture won’t be having with any of that airy fairy thinking. It’s my way of givng my intuition/second sight/psychic perception an audience. It doesn’t shout, you have to listen carefully.

@ Michael – I have noticed, to generalise outrageously, that men tend to respond to hurt with anger and women with tears. My mother died when I was 12 and life was very lonely for a while. I became sadder and sadder but nobody tried to make it better! Sad face was supposed to inspire comfort. And in fact it had the opposite effect, just like your anger, of people responding to me as the victim and victimising me. Needless to say, I don’t do victim any more. Anyway, re. your anger, I love the image and was sad to think of it in a cage, much as I know you might have to deal with the consequences of you give it too much freedom. But I felt that it’s served you well so far and deserves some gratitude. Just my take.

@ Maureen – Ooh I hope you have some fun with it. Would love to here of your adventures there if you come up with anything interesting.

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When I look at it from the outside, I see it as pure suffering, a huge hulking monster with a spiked club, an insatiable rage, and incredible suffering fueling its fury. Everybody around sees this beast, lights a torch and grabs a pitchfork. Why should I expect anything but that from others? Why can no one see the suffering as the source for this beast? Don’t they know when they attack it, it will defend itself? Sorry, he gets out sometimes, and it takes me a little bit to calm him and get him back in the cage.

A kind word or gesture, an accepting voice, a non-judgmental acknowledgment of its existence creates for me a soothing remedy for the gap between stimulus and response. This post generated a bit of a pattern interrupt for my most desired-to-lose behavior.

Quite a journey you inspired Hilary. It would have been better if I wasn’t there to ruin it for me! Just kidding, I will take that to my Self Defense students for inclusion to their Cycle of Behavior exercise. Great tactic!

Thanks for the post, thanks to the host…..

Perhaps though I am not understanding this all correctly, because it is very new and heavy stuff. That’s why I like your blog though, I always feel free to make my observation then you’ll let me know if I got the right point or not.

I love Vlad’s self-hypnosis, I want a British butler to advise, me, too!

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@ Vlad – LMAO at that last bit! Tell us how you get on mate!

Interestingly enough, you also can’t control everything you want in lucid dreams. Sometimes you want to fly, but you can’t get off the ground by jumping or floating, and eventually manage to do it by flapping your arms madly. Or, another time, I tried playing chess in my lucid dreams. But the pieces kept morphing when I wasn’t looking, and somehow I ended up playing with three different colours of pieces on the chess board :p

Seems like you can control your imagination to some extent… but there’s still quite a bit under unconscious control you can’t get around. (Like the dust in other people’s sanctuaries)

I think I’ll give this thing a try, sounds like a lot of fun :D

Update: I just remembered I tried something like that some years back. When I was trying self-hypnosis. I only created a small dream place without much detail. Basically I entered through an elevator (going deeper and deeper down into my subconscious), and when I got there, I had a big pile of pillows, and a door leading out to a beach. I think I also had a very British butler there I sometimes asked for advice (when I wanted somebody else to tell me what I already knew… kinda kicking my butt to take action if you get what I mean).

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Great post, really ‘out there’, and enjoyable. Liked the metaphor thinking. I’m a sucker for analogies… it’s like, you know…, that thing…, like this, or possibly that?!

BTW: When you pulled the body from the pool did you check the pH, because a corpse can really mess up the chemical balance of your water… oh yes, and clean your filter.

Cheers,

Gb

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