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I'm an ordinary guy from a small town, let's say a "rural astral ram" came here and generally write this at 2 am, because I woke up from another sleep paralysis. This is not a fictional garbage, and in my heart I didn’t want to grovel in front of someone, coming up with all sorts of "horror" (and there is enough) I’m here for help. In a nutshell, for 5 years I have been living with this phenomenon, maybe more. And there were many amazing things, ranging from sleep paralysis, migrations to other real bodies of people and not only, living in them for some time (from 3 days to 2 months), interesting acquaintances with real people in the so-called astral, lucid dreams and travel between the dreams of my friends (confirmed by people to whom I went to sleep) It sounds kind of rosy and interesting and as it may seem everything is fine, under control, but this is far from the case. I began to try the so-called lucid dreams only because the path to the astral plane is now closed for me, it’s already about 1.5 years, so I’m used to it, although I am struggling with it with all my might, but there’s zero sense from it. It so happened that because of my new interests (the book of my great-grandfather, on a certain meditation technique for remembering past lives and generally connecting to the World information flows as such), I need to immerse myself in a meditative state and separate my consciousness from the body to move into the information flow. Now what is the actual problem, as soon as my body falls asleep and I find myself in the so-called sleep paralysis, there are usually one or two entities around me that either hold me or do other leprosy, but this is not the biggest problem, the problem is that my spiritual body (let's call it that, I'm not fighting for the terminology) it seems to be stiff, every time it becomes more and more difficult for me to even just move in this space, and if before I was pulling out of the body I was stuck only with my head (the head could not leave the body and separate, and the rest of the body pulled up and I could do various pirouettes with enviable ease (the head began to get stuck after one penetration into the body, but now not about that)), now I am heavy as lead, and on my body I can feel the bolts, like as if I had been drilled and screwed in the literal sense of the word (I myself do not understand how something resembling metal and a bolt can be in the spiritual space). Today, passing into this meditative state, I found the moment when my head was hammered and not allowed to plunge into the stream (like a drill, but only with a finger). Who knows how to solve this all, HELP, if interested, I tried to talk to them, zero emotions, tried to destroy (it is very difficult to do this when the hand moves at a speed of 3 cm per second) also does not help, if I try to grab them, they start screaming and they have no end. In life, I behave decently and have not noticed any wrong behavior in myself. Ps. The post is aimed at knowledgeable and understanding people, sorry for the time spent by everyone else who will read this, if I have time I can write in more detail about various travels and my history, which I myself have not yet figured out to the end. Thank you all for your attention.

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There was a case in the 90s. At school, there was no material in labor lessons, the director got hold of huge coils of wire rod of different diameters somewhere, and we made different things out of it. And I was puny and probably not very smart, because I bit off the wire rod like this - I clamped the handles of the side cutters in a vice and playfully twisted the handle, I had a bite! One day something went wrong and the side cutters broke in half on another attempt to bite into a 6mm wire. With trembling hands, I spread it in front of the Trudovik. Here's your undertool. Oh, and he swore)), but not at me, but at the country, like under the USSR there was no such shitty tool so that a tshy jerk could break tool steel in half with his bare hands! Later, 20 years later, at the alumni meeting, I told him how it really was. A good man, he laughed, he didn't even take offense!

And he died

As I sit, I read your funny stories, and I understand that there really is a place in life for humor, which appears, well, let's just say, out of nowhere.

So, I remembered a strange story. It was at school, the year was 2005, if memory serves, and I was about 10. After school, having come home, I decided to call a classmate, who accordingly did not come to school and ask how he was actually doing. I call the number, my friend's mother comes up to the phone (also, by the way, a teacher in our school, but this will only be in a couple of years, but for now just a teacher at a children's sports school) picks up the phone, and then the following dialogue: I - yM - friend's mother

I - hello, but could you call * name * M - and he died ..- a long theatrical pause, silence on the other side of the tube and complete bewilderment on my part, because yesterday we were sitting at one desk-I - h-how did you die? - another pause-M - okay, just kidding, I'll call you now. - a friend picks up the phone -

This is one of those situations that will be remembered for a lifetime. ... ... I still don’t know how I feel about this, it’s kind of funny, but it’s like.

Restoring the abandoned hotel ourselves ()

Well, who can you surprise with this: all the best is for children. Only now the snag came out: the stove is standing, the chimney is smoking, and there is heat, only there is no sense from it. There is a stove in our daughter's apartment, but when we arrive at a construction site, we live in another wing of the house, since our daughter's apartment has not been renovated yet!

And therefore, both freeze and freeze! On another visit, the room is 7 degrees in total! Therefore, the question of heating again stood on the edge.

We brought oil heaters, only they heat slowly and expensively. There are two kerosene rooms, but we use them to heat other rooms.

And then I remembered about the second stove. So what if she is gardening? In the war, stove stoves were put, the pipe was taken out the window and heated, and cooked.

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Again there is no reason not to drink - tomorrow, February 8, is the day of winter fishing. We are, of course, more on the summer. But also in winter, infrequently, but we fish. For a long time we went to Finland once a year. In 1919 this wonderful trophy was "issued" there. As they knew there, in the fish office, that at 20 we would not be able to go.

Below the cut are a few photos in the style: "Me and my fish")))

In the next two photos I am with pikes, but not on the lake, but on the terrace of the house where we lived.

Despite the fact that there is no snow and I am in a "summer dress" - believe me, this is still winter fishing :) - if you look closely, you can see ice on the lake :)

And fish without me :)) If the pike perch broke all our weight records (about 8 kg), then this brush also broke the record - that is the smallest fish that we caught on winter fishing.

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Got a plan! I write plans from time to time. Exceptions are travel. In them, there is no way without plans! When to buy tickets? When to book hotels? What should we buy with us if we go to an unprecedented land, without people, but with bears? :)

The plans are difficult this year. But we will try to fulfill them. art - Wineries of the Krasnodar Territory and Crimea. It is still in question, maybe we will change the dates. But in the plans, definitely. End of April - beginning of May. Black grouse and capercaillie lekkas of the Kostroma region. The beginning of July. The village is strawberry. End of July - early August. White Sea. September. Village, mushrooms. October. And again the village. Mushrooms, hunting. new year. Peter or Kazan. They also wanted to go to Rostov. We will draw up a trip closer to the point.

We dream of Belarus and Finland. And more about Paris and Vienna. But this is unlikely. Although how it goes. Sometimes, having written a plan, it seems to me that I have already done everything and nothing is being done according to the plan. :) In general, I have a difficult relationship with the plans. What about you?

The stove is the best thing for a country house. came out of the cold, lit the stove and meditate on the fire!

You can't get warm in Moscow. Today it seems to have warmed up on the street, but it is very chilly.