Mirror self OBE oddness + possibly simultaneous Kundalini workout

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It's getting difficult deciding which group I should be posting to!

Anyway...

 

As I drifted out of sleep, it gradually dawned on me that I'd already

been dozily gazing at the alternate me in this notional mirror for

some minutes, studying his face, his eyes. The warm lighting had

been ideal for this, but there was still something I couldn't

discern - why did he appear so level with me when I knew he was

actually level with my chest? Was I looking through my heart? Quite

possibly, as this version of me seemed ever so likeable. He looked

far better rested than me.

 

Once reasonably alert, I saw my room was all rose-tinted a la K

again, and tried to leave my body more fully. This was a struggle

that revealed deeper paradoxical parallax...though I was right up

close to the mirror, my reflected self was further back! This was

fascinating, and I had to experiment. Whenever I tried to rise

upwards, my counterpart moved backwards in the mirror instead. If I

was high but tried to move lower, he rose...

 

The sometime mirror between us was thin and full length, and lower

down it had a small number of irregularly-shaped, slightly tilting

sections, joined to the main reflective surface with lead seams

somewhat in the style of a church window. Often it was upright on my

bed, but at other times it was in my bathroom, fixed to a wall

opposite an actual physical mirror. I started hypothesizing that

there were two Toms in the mirror, but I could only see one of them

at once - one of which was presumably my higher self. (Maybe it's

truer to say I could only see _as_ one of them at once). Maybe the

different areas of the mirror represented belief systems, growing

across my understanding like crystals - useable reflections of a

greater reality consistent and smooth within themselves, but still

noticeably imperfect where their edges met.

 

The path of time was very choppy and discontinuous, flipping between

bathroom and bedroom at random. In the bathroom, I turned on a

mirror tap and put my hand under it, finding the water very warm and

very wet. At the same time, my mouth in bed was contrastingly desert

dry. The ceiling came in to view, as if through practically closed

physical eyelids. Ohw, I didn't want this to end... and luckily, it

didn't. Next thing I knew, I was doing pressups on my knuckles, in

lotus pose! The pounding this caused produced pairs of little white

dust-clouds.

 

Some moment beyond this, my wife was around, wanting to know who'd

scrunched the duvet up so badly. Was it me? No, I fibbed, No! But

instantly felt I should admit it. Yes! Kiss! I felt so

hyperactive. I fell onto the bed in a Kundalini flip-out, spine

arcing impossibly in electric rapture, and subtle body kriyas hurling

my stomach left and right in turn. For a short time I was wailing at

the top of my voice (or was it snoring?), and wondered embarassedly

how audible this might be...

 

Finally, my attention was back at my mouth. I was interested to note

that my tongue was in a K-compatible lock, but I'd become much too

parched to shift my attention away again. I tried a little movement

to relieve the discomfort, and everything was back to relatively

normal.

Tom