Orb Pattern Baldness
Recently, I was skimming old journal entries searching for one in particular when I happened upon an entry from over 25 years ago when I lived in New Orleans. (Oh, the good times, how wildly they rolled for those five years I lived in that wonderful, decadent city.)
The journal entry recounted a strange lucid dream - more like a strange astral projection experience. In this experience, my consciousness floated/was suspended somewhere within a different density/dimension, joined in a space with a bunch of other conscious beings who felt loved by and familiar to me.
This astral place was “enclosed,” created by us together as a group. It was our place, not open to the general astral public. (Today I would describe this type of grouping as being similar to a “social memory complex” as defined in the Law of One/Ra materials. I did not have this frame of reference at the time of writing the journal entry, but it applies perfectly now that I reflect back).
In this place, there was an excited and joyous feeling of reunion, camaraderie, and comfort. I recall even now there being lots of laughter from the quips being bandied about between all of us floating there. From what the entry recounts, I was visiting to provide the other conscious beings with updates on my life. These updates were interrupted frequently by the playful jibes from the others as they shared their gleefully opinionated opinions about everything. (This lot had jokes, and they did not hesitate to voice them.)
According to the journal entry, as my time with the others in our little astral room was coming to a close, I asked for guidance on how to get over a certain romantic entanglement that was causing me great heartache. A wave of love and sympathy enveloped me for a few moments, and then one of the beings said, “Orb pattern baldness. You’ve got to be careful down there because so many males have orb pattern baldness.”
Everyone, including my consciousness, thought this was fucking hilarious for some reason because there was much laughter echoing about. In fact, when immediately after this remark I popped out of the “dream,” I found myself sitting up in bed, and laughing my ass off. (You gotta love it when you wake up laughing and only half remember why.)
I must have scribbled this entry fairly soon after awakening, and I’m glad I did because reading it again brought forth such a pleasant reminder of the experience.
Orb pattern baldness, eh? Where’s the lie?