Our favorite death metal drummer/recovering speed addict/telepathene hallucinogen hobbyist/manic genius Nondor Nevai gives a lesson in astral semiotics…

I almost left my body the other night. Deliberately. Lots of the tingling as my nonphysical began to separate from my physical. I was phasing between R.E.M. and consciousness for a spell, and at some point soon after I began to dream without noticing the transition: I am driving my truck north on Route 66 at night…approaching a green traffic light I accelerate…it turns yellow. “You’re dreaming,” I think, receding back to body in the same gesture as my truck braking to a stop. Years ago during meth psychosis I had reflected that semiotically the yellow of the traffic signal was somehow profound and now I knew why…

“Don’t STAY [red], don’t MOVE [green], STAY PHYSICALLY/MOVE YOUR NONPHYSICAL BODY [yellow].”

I have a gift for the seeing of signs and my Higher Self is sending them; I love the dimensional compartmentalization of THE SIGN being literally A SIGNAL. Sometimes phenomena gets refracted when it changes densities (I think this happens when certain predictions do not come to pass in third density) and sometimes phenomena can be interpreted in a monolithically literal way.

The next night I tried again to separate from my physical; I focused on the back of my eyelids. Phosphenes organized themselves into the outlines of the walls and portals I mentally conjured, like vector graphics. I felt the tingling…I felt little neurological lightning bolts on my right elbow which sustained a contusion at the last Laundry Room Squelchers show in New York. The bruise is gone but there’s some obstinate liquid around the elbow.

I realized I could expedite healing of my physical body through the nonphysical lightbody. I can go anywhere in the astral universe; back in time, to the nether reaches of our galaxy and beyond, but I have to quit popping pharmaceuticals and ripping massive bongloads every day.

NONDOR NEVAI