A chondrite meteorite

While on leave in the UK, my brother is helping me clear some weeds from the back garden. After a while, he calls me over to show me an interesting rock he has just turned up. At first, I think it is just a pebble, but on closer examination I see that there is actually an impression in its surface of either an insect or a flower. Has this been engraved, we wonder? The underside is lumpy, and the rock fits easily in my palm.

A chondrite meteorite

Later, I show April the rock and ask if she can tell me anything about it while in the clear dreaming condition. Such an approach was successful before when we asked for the names of Pluto and Jupiter's moons. She says she will try, and before bed places the stone under her pillow.

Her signal arrives at about 01:15; an hour or so after we retire. It sounds and feels like a gentle coiling wind, moving from her feet to her crown. There is a sensation of movement through grainy darkness and after half a minute, she finds herself in a twilight environment, soft underfoot, hills and trees in the middle distance, her grandmother standing next to her; no other people are around. A shooting star descends from the left and lands a few metres away, close enough for them to hear it sizzle in the ground. A female alitaptap (firefly), maybe attracted to the glowing rock, lands and gets stuck. Its brief struggles only make it worse and I feel a sense of pity as she tells me. Can we save it? she asks her grandmother. Her granny shakes her head. No, it’s already too late. Then she is told, The rock is a chondrite meteorite. It’s from Mars and is very old. Then the signal is broken: her body wakes her; she needs to use the bathroom.

In the morning she tells me what she has learned. I’ve never heard of the word chondrite before and check online. I find that it is a real word and refers to the grainy particles which typically constitute some types of meteorite. I’m amazed and thrilled that we have found a possible answer. Both the age and origins of the rock are feasible. There is no way April has ever heard of this word before. It reaffirms to me that the clear dreaming condition permits access to 'total' information, and not only from those sources accumulated personally.

A trip to Chiang Rai - Part 2

The main temple at Watrongkhun

23^rd May 2018.Today, I wake up at around 3am and decide to fetch myself a cup of tea and some toast. I have been reading for around forty minutes when I hear April’s voice from the bedroom. At first, I think she has called for me but when I check, it is clear she has been talking in her sleep. I quietly draw the door to and when we take breakfast later that morning, I remind her of the conversation. She tells me she has visited the white temple again, and that the transition is instantaneous, accomplished this time without the assistance of her grandmother. As the imagery coalesces in her mind’s eye, she finds herself looking intently at the temple. An orange-robed monk who works as a tour guide offers to show her around. 

The main structure is bright and well-lit inside. The ceiling is painted red and is decorated with dragon motifs. There are two Buddha statues, only this time cast in gold. The first is male, slightly to the left of centre, around two or so metres high and situated on a raised platform. A piece of red carpet has been set in front, perhaps to enable people to pay respects. A picture of a golden Buddha is visible on the wall behind. A female figure is in a corresponding position on the right. The temple is wide, and can accommodate hundreds of visitors, she thinks. Then she wakes up unexpectedly as a bulbul from the pine tree opposite taps on the bedroom window and disturbs the delicate state. Today’s trip has lasted around five minutes. She has now completed a sketch and we agree to upload.