Chapter 1

As I explained to you in the dream, it’s easy. It’s convincing your mind to achieve the required frame of self-reference to allow seamless reality switching despite negative counter belief from objective outside observation; which is difficult.

I call it the Neverland skill- If you believe you can fly harder than human gestalt says you can’t ... then you can.

It’s not even flying really, it is a leap of conviction, a jump which doesn’t land for awhile. Really fun, like skate-sliding on air for as long as you can keep the mind set.

Successful sessions lead to more consistant and longer duration glide times, but as a word of caution, skimming low is a preferable location if your trance of concentration falters.

The best I have tranced was seven seconds, under shocked disbelief of several childish observers. But children are more accepting of new things as they don’t yet imagine they know it all yet.

Then I had an inspiration which instantly overtook my imagination with total conviction, belief, and certainty: I needed some bullshit excuse to psudo-explain and excuse my glide-shift.

So I took a day-glo™ pink plastic board, shaped it, and applied neon -green flame decals and a white semi-translucent plastic dome shape with a dim flashing green light inside, some vaguely mechanical bits sticking out, and a Jetson’s sound effect.

I explained it as my sister’s hoverboard.

All the rage over in Japan, don’t you know. She can’t get it to work, so I have ‘borrowed’ it, and am already getting the knack of it. I’m sure you’ve seen the Toob vids.

A counter-magnet in my paddle-foot provided magnetic opposition to one in the ‘hoverboard’, allowing me to park the board in the air while I focused my head prior to mind gliding. It also stuck the board to my hind foot while frame-gliding, the front foot being held in a strap loop.

[If anyone opened the dome, I had filled it with electronic bits and wires and circuit boards galore, all pre-melted and slagged to indecipherable lumpishness, not that gobbledy-gook is actually decipherable to begin with.

The presumption hopefully would be that early non-invasive investigation triggered the melt-down timer and it cooked at a time it wasn’t being scrutinized. After all, it worked when they obtained it, right? ]

Heh heh, my deviousness astonishes even me. After all, we can’t have my B.S. reason allowing personal flight to be called into doubt, can we?

This bullshit explanation eliminated over 85% of the belief-gestalt resistance, and even provided positive expectation to my mind-slide. My new time glide was 20 seconds to touchdown. Almost triple in increase!

It was a blast, although I had to Zen out to avoid the exhiliration from dumping me out of the frame-slide. Still, I made dozens of 14 to 20 second ‘Neverland’ jaunts, in front of dozens of spectators. Outstanding!

By the way, I wanted to thank you for teaching me in the dream, your “dream drift” slowdown or time out, giving one time to decide how to react- you were right, it does become automatic in emergencies.

Also very useful was learning how to frame-shift for health and healing, I had several occasions to use it, a skinned elbow and a green-stick fracture of the wrist.

It was cool, and also easy, the mind set to ‘glide’ the wrongness aside, letting the wholesome human perfection of optimized wellness invest its proper avatar, being the same mind frame of openness to shifting or switching of the Consensus which permits the ‘Neverland’ glide, which admittedly is a name which greatly over-states the case.

I would just point out, that I have always had a crush on Tinkerbell. Anyway, not landing from a jump for 19 seconds can sure seem like you will never land. I have to really watch out that I don’t set limits which are not there, artificial ceilings of the mind’s self-limiting.

Zap, I got hit with a new conviction of certitude. It would work, it had to, our entire culture was weighed in precisely that sub-conscious acceptance.

If I wore a convincing super-hero costume, I should be able to convince everyone who saw me fly, that I could indeed fly, enough to permanently shift the consensus such that I would be able to reliably fly, while wearing the symbolism turning me into a flying ideation of the group-think.