Night Shift - Lucid Dreaming for people with actual lives

I've been working on a New book. A manual, for the part of your life you've been sleeping through.

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Noscere. Audere. Velle. Tacere.

Here is the Introduction:

Clocking In

It's really late…and we are here…just you and me.

Most people are off the clock right now.

They think you are too.

They're wrong.

There is a shift that starts the moment you lose consciousness. It just starts…every night, without exception, whether you remember it or not, whether you believe in it or not, whether you're ready for it or not.

The night shift is running…alaway running.

The question that has ever mattered on this particular topic, is whether you're showing up for it or just sending your body in and going home, because here's what nobody tells you. 

And I mean nobody.

Nobody sits you down and explains what is actually happening when you close your eyes.

You die.

Every single night, you die.

The conscious mind goes completely offline, the part of you that knows your name, worries about money, that part is gone. The body keeps running because the body is a machine but you, the you that operates your life during the day, clocks out completely.

And then the night shift starts and you are not there for it. Sad…isn’t it?

You've never been there for it, not once. You wonder why you wake up every morning feeling like something happened that you can't quite name, some place you almost remembered, dissolving the second your alarm goes off like smoke…puff.

A third of your life. Gone. Every night, into a place you have never once shown up to consciously.

That stops now.

In 1983, the United States Army paid a lieutenant colonel named Wayne McDonnell to analyze something called the Gateway Experience. A consciousness expansion program developed by a man named Robert Monroe, who had started leaving his body spontaneously in the late 1950s and responded to this, with the very specific energy of a man who refuses to be mystified by anything, by spending the next thirty years trying to reverse engineer the process.

McDonnell's report was classified for twenty years.  It references quantum mechanics, among other things and the behavior of energy outside the dimension of time and space. It reads like a physics paper that occasionally has to stop and acknowledge that what it's describing sounds insane before continuing to describe it anyway.

And its conclusion, the conclusion that US Army Intelligence found credible enough to fund and study and classify, is this: human consciousness is not produced by the brain,it is not confined to the body, it operates outside time and space. When the body enters deep sleep, a significant portion of that consciousness separates and enters operating environments that the waking mind cannot access.

The night shift.

The Army knew about the night shift.

While you were being told dreams are just your brain talking nonsense, the United States military was mapping the territory you pass through every night fucking unconscious. 

They were doing it because they wanted results which is the same reason I'm writing this book. Same reason you're reading it.

Results are the only thing I want.

Let me tell you how I got here.

I was not a person who came to this gracefully. There was no special teacher, no moment of cosmic clarity. There was just obsession and desperation and I wanted to know when I was reading a bunch of stuff if it was bullshit or not.

At night, I was going somewhere.

I didn't have language for it then, I just knew that the dreams I was having felt different from what dreams were supposed to feel like according to everything I'd been told. 

 There were places I returned to, information that surfaced in them that I hadn't consciously thought about and couldn't explain waking up.

I was going to work and coming back with nothing to show for it because I didn't know I was working.

The night shift was running and I was clocking in unconscious every single time.

So I did what I always do when I need to understand something. I went looking for the people who actually knew. The people who had been there and come back like Castaneda, Monroe and others like them. What I found underneath all the different languages, the shamanic traditions, the consciousness research, the declassified government documents, was the same map drawn by different hands.

  The night shift is real. 

It operates according to mechanics that can be learned and the degree to which you show up for it consciously determines everything about what you bring back from it.

I started showing up.

Everything changed.

Not immediately but it started slowly. I started remembering the shift. Then I started waking up inside it. 

What I found in there, what the night shift was actually running, what Johnny, my subconscious, that loyal brain-damaged genius in the back room, had been building every night without my conscious input, without my direction, was more alarming than I had expected.

Impressive because the machinery is extraordinary and really alarming because it had been running on my old inputs for years and I hadn't noticed.

This book is a manual for remembering the shift. Because you cannot work with something you cannot access, and right now you are waking up every morning with fragments at best and nothing at worst. 

It is a manual for waking up inside the shift, for becoming conscious while you're there. 

You see… the night shift is not random, is an operational report from the part of your machinery that runs without interference, without the Bouncer- the conscious mind at the front door editing the information, without your conscious limitations narrowing what's possible.

One more thing.

You are going to die. The permanent version. The one you don't come back from in eight hours.

I think about this at 12:57 AM when the house is quiet and I'm writing this thinking about the fact that every human being who has ever lived has faced that transition. 

The last one.

And almost every single one of them faced it exactly the way they faced every night of their lives.

Unconscious. 

Going under the same way they went under every night for decades, never once having practiced staying present through the crossing.

Monroe went there and came back and spent thirty years trying to describe what he found. Castaneda's don Juan called it the art of dying and said it was the only thing worth learning. 

The mystics across every tradition without exception treated conscious death as the pinnacle of human achievement. The Army lieutenant colonel writing his classified report at Fort Meade concluded that consciousness survives the body and operates in dimensions beyond time and space, and noted that the out of body state appears to be an extremely effective way of accelerating the development of consciousness.

Every night is practice.

You have been sleeping through your practice sessions your entire life.

The night shift has been running without you.

Starting tonight, you clock in.

Let's go to work. 

Come on Stranger…walk faster, I don't like being late to work.