Lucid Dreaming Documentary INTERVIEW

Questions by Hannah Cole, director of the forthcoming film, to Maria Isabel Pita:

1—How did you get introduced into lucid dreaming?

One night I was in a dream when I suddenly realized I was dreaming! Never will I forget the joy I experienced, and still experience, every time I “wake up” in a dream. I called them “flying dreams” because it was my favorite thing to do. I had never even heard the term “lucid dreaming” until a few years later when I came across Robert Waggoner’s first book. I soon began having lucid dreams on a regular basis, approximately five to eight times a month.

2—In your book you mention both lucid dreams and ‘semi-lucid dreams’ (as you call them), can you explain what a ‘semi-lucid dream’ is and how they are different from a lucid dream?

In semi-lucid dreams, I am in full possession of my faculties—as much as I ever truly am, whether awake or asleep—I just don’t have that “aha, I’m dreaming” moment. A semi-lucid dream feels just like being awake and having a real experience both in respect to my reasoning powers and the environment remaining life-like, with nothing strange happening that might trigger lucidity. Some of the most powerful and transformative dreams of my life have been semi-lucid dreams. I remember them as vividly as lucid dreams, but I am never tempted to fly away from what is happening; I am compelled to live the dream as I would a waking reality experience, and it is invariably for my benefit.

3—Also, within your book you mention characters which you describe as “Lucid Guardians,” can you explain what they are and what impact they have on you within a lucid dream?

From the very first night I began lucid dreaming on a regular basis, I encountered a male dream figure who stood out from all the others. He commanded me to “keep moving forward” as he walked into and through me, during which I experienced what I can only describe as a surge of energy flowing up my spine. I thought I was blessed by two special Lucid Guardians—how I referred to them when talking to other dreamers I felt might be put off by the term Guardian Lords, which is what I soon began calling them. Yet with both these men I felt exactly the same—I basked in an unconditional love I felt had always been there and always would be.

4—You mentioned that you have become a Christian because of your lucid dreams, can you explain why that is? Have your spiritual lucid dreams benefited you in any way?

Yes, the Lord gently, lovingly—with all the seductive mystery of a Film Noir romance—brought me to Him. The Holy Spirit courted me in my dreams in the form of my two so-called Guardian Lords. Until I finally came to understand they were the same divine Person. One night, He breathed on me, told me He loved me, and kissed me. No one in my dreams had ever spoken those words to me, and I actually felt his breath. That morning when I woke up, I finally dared to ask myself, “Could this beloved Guardian Lord of my dreams be Christ Himself?” Following the clues, I discovered what I least expected. C.S. Lewis describes perfectly the shock I felt, except I did not draw back, on the contrary:

The shock comes at the precise moment when the thrill of life is communicated to us along the clue we have been following. It is always shocking to meet life where we thought we were alone. ‘Look out!’ we cry, ‘it’s alive’. And therefore this is the very point at which so many draw back—I would have done so myself if I could—and proceed no further with Christianity. An ‘impersonal God’—well and good. A subjective God of beauty, truth and goodness, inside our own heads—better still. A formless life-force surging through us, a vast power which we can tap—best of all. But God Himself, alive, pulling at the other end of the cord, perhaps approaching at an infinite speed, the hunter, king, husband—that is quite another matter. There comes a moment when the children who have been playing at burglars hush suddenly: was that a real footstep in the hall? There comes a moment when people who have been dabbling in religion… suddenly draw back. Supposing we really found Him? We never meant it to come to that! Worse still, supposing He had found us? So it is a sort of Rubicon. One goes across; or not. But if one does, there is no manner of security against miracles. One may be in for anything.” – C.S. Lewis, Collected Letters of C.S. Lewis

5—I read that you once had a pair of lucid dreams that helped you overcome your fear of death, can you tell me how lucid dreams encouraged you to overcome your fear? Also, I understand that you have experienced both telepathic and precognitive dreams. Have these benefited you in any way and if so how?

I had a handful of dreams with a life-long friend just before she passed away, in one of which I seem to have experienced the last moments of her life. I was standing in a shower watching my life flow away, letting go of everything except a few special items, but it was okay. A golden light appeared on my right, and then a woman appeared on my left and said, “Good job” and I knew she was here to help me. A few days later, I found out my friend’s body had been found in the shower.

My very first lucid dream, decades ago, occurred three days after my maternal grandmother passed away. I found myself sitting across from her in something like an airport waiting room. She looked at me and said, “I’m dead, aren’t I?” and I replied, “Yes, you are.” I then walked around with her through a dark space, encouraging her to straighten her back as I assured her she didn’t need to stoop anymore because she was no longer confined to her physical body. I remember looking down at our clasped hands and thinking, “When I wake up, I will know this was real, not a dream. This is really happening.”

Since my father passed away, I have dreamed with him often. In one lucid dream, he told me something I did not know, and when I spoke to his widow about it, she confirmed it was true.

My lucid and semi-lucid dreams have often been so-called telepathic and precognitive, and it has become abundantly clear to me from my experiences that transcending the constraints of time and space is a natural ability of consciousness—of the soul—which exists and “functions” simultaneously in both a material and a non-material state. My experience with dream sharing—meeting other people in the dream space—is even more evidence that Life is not confined to a physical body anymore than I am bound to my car.

The fear of death is a materialistic illness from which I suffered all my life until I began lucid dreaming as a spiritual practice. Now my life positively overflows with evidence of the soul’s existence. Many would say my evidence is subjective, but since consciousness is the filter through which reality passes, so-called subjective evidence is all we have to be objective about. Anyone who pretends to be completely objective about something is like an actor insisting the stage and everything on it are the only things which can be proven to be real, therefore that’s all there is. This person has forgotten their true much more complex identity, not to mention the Author of the play.

6—In both your book, Lucid Dreams and the Holy Spirit, and on your website, you explain how you used the power of lucid dreams to help cure your tendinitis. Can you tell me a little bit about this and how you used lucid dreams to ease your physical ailments?

In a series of lucid dreams, I directed healing energy into my wrist. For example:

I find myself fully conscious of being awake in a dream where I’m lying on my back on my bed in our bedroom, which is dark. I raise my right hand toward the ceiling thinking, “Make light!” and violet sparkles emanate from my fingertips which delight me, and also succeed in gently illuminating the ceiling, where a circular decorative carving has replaced our actual ceiling fan. I notice then that my right hand is wearing the cloth brace I’ve been subjected to for weeks now… At once, I remember my intent. Raising both hands before me, I point the index finger of my left hand at the junction of my right wrist and thumb, willing a healing energy into it. I’m delighted to see a stream of lovely blue and violet sparkles (I can’t think of better word for them.) I then take the time to remove the cloth brace so it won’t be in the way, and direct the starry healing energy to just above the tender area.

After each lucid healing dream, the flexibility and the strength of my injured tendon markedly improved. After only the first dream, I was able to remove the protective brace I was wearing. I appeared to have reduced the inflammation in a lucid dreaming equivalent of cortisone shots. Each time after I woke up, I moved and stretched my thumb and wrist in ways I couldn’t before, and I repeated these exercises several times during the day, feeling I was helping align my physical body with my dream body so that its healing energy could be more effectively absorbed.

I believe lucid dreaming is well on its way to becoming an important part of how we are able to express our love and concern for others, and not only family members and close friends. It is my experience that attempting to meet other lucid dreamers in the dream space more than once—an activity I have been engaged in for more than four years—seems to establish a “soul connection” through which a healing can take place, whether or not I have met the individual in waking reality.

In a dream where I apparently healed my husband’s blood clot, as well as in a dream where I “worked” on a friend’s brain, I simply knew what I needed to do, and acted on this intuitive knowledge. On both occasions, my dream hands focused and channeled what I thought of as “healing energy.” Now whenever I become lucid, I simply pray for whatever it is I wish to try and accomplish, always beginning with, “Lord, please…” If it is a dream healing I desire to attempt, I focus my intent using my hands in some way.

What happens is a mystery. But though I don’t believe I personally have the power to heal anyone, including myself, in lucid dreams I seem able to consciously assist in healings which occur through the grace of God.

7—Have lucid dreams benefited you in any other way? Why do you feel lucid dreaming is important?

Lucid dreaming can be viewed as a foretaste of the Christian doctrine of the resurrection of the body. In a lucid dream, we inhabit a world created by our waking life memory that is in many respects a glorified world experienced in a glorified body where “matter has turned into soul” as C.S. Lewis puts it:

At present we tend to think of the soul as somehow “inside” the body. But the glorified body of the resurrection as I conceive it—the sensuous life raised from its death—will be inside the soul. As God is not in space but space is in God… This glorification is not only promised, it is already foreshadowed. The dullest of us knows how memory can transfigure… That is the beginning of the glorification… The “real world” of our present experience… has no place in the world described by physics or even physiology. Matter enters our experience only by becoming sensation (when we perceive it) or conception (when we understand it.) That is, by becoming soul. The element in the soul which it becomes will, in my view, be raised and glorified; the hills and valleys of Heaven will be to those you now experience not as a copy is to an original, nor as a substitute is to the genuine article, but as the flower to the root, or the diamond to the coal. It will be eternally true that they originated with matter; therefore let us bless matter. But in entering our soul as alone it can enter—that is, by being perceived and known—matter has turned into soul. – C.S. Lewis, Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer

8—Some people believe that if you focus on your lucid dreams it can cause you not truly to live in the present, what is your opinion on this?

The potential for emotional healing and spiritual growth provided by lucid dreaming is certainly worth spending time on for it has the potential to greatly enhance our present life and even the life to come.

People would be disturbed to see a cat with its whiskers clipped off. Whiskers are part of a cat’s sensory perceptions, a vital part of how it collects information and makes sense of it. Our dreams are similar to cat’s whiskers, and when we cut ourselves off from the information they provide us, when we ignore what they have the power to tell us, we cripple ourselves. No cat, large or small, should have to live without its whiskers. It is just as unnatural, sometimes even dangerous, for human beings to ignore their dreams. Everything we see and experience in our dreams is part of the knowledge available to us. Dreams are an important part of our innate survival mechanism. Our dream whiskers possess the ability to touch upon points in space time we cannot perceive with our waking mind. Dreams can sense probabilities, experience them, and bring them to our attention, enabling us to act in full consciousness with all the perceptive faculties truly available to us.

I spent nearly five years obsessing about becoming lucid at least five to six times a month, for I felt that I could never really be happy again if I lost my ability to dream lucidly. And it was true that my well being depended on the richness of my dream life for it was God speaking to me in my dreams. Although dreams remain a profoundly rewarding part of my life, I no longer feel the need to achieve a certain amount of lucid dreams a month. I am much more relaxed about my practice, which got me where I am now—in a relationship with God through Jesus Christ and the power of the Holy Spirit, my soul’s dream come true that makes everything possible. My life is increasingly full of synchronistic experiences, little miracles, slowly but surely bridging the gap between my waking self and my dreaming soul, a gap widened into a dangerous abyss by the materialistic society in which I grew up. I feel myself becoming increasingly lucid 24/7.

9—Do you have any final thoughts you wish to add?

I should make a slight reference to the structure of my soul. I was raised Catholic, and Christ never strayed far from my thoughts and life. I was baptized, had my first communion and was confirmed. Lucid dreaming returned me to my roots after I discovered within myself the living truth of the Christian mysteries, which from a mere intellectual perspective are called dogmas. My priest understands that my lucid dreams are my special charism. In Christian theology, a charism denotes any good gift that flows from God’s love to humans.


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OBE? WILD? DILD? What’s in a Name? AND Spiritual Warfare.

Lay awake for a while focusing my inner vision in the way that often generates a WILD.

I’m in a dark space, like adjoining bedrooms. I signal to a woman sitting on the bed—who seems to be waiting for me to do so—that she can begin. I take my place on the floor beside the bed, accompanied by another dark figure, as the woman strips off her clothes, and begins her performance. She mostly stands in place as she dances, with subtle, sensual movements of her arms and torso, which are white and smooth as embodied moonlight. She is slender, and I see the form of her breasts, but no actual nipples. I wonder why I told her to dance for me… She’s closer now, moving through me, and through the bed, at which point I notice she’s wearing a pointed “helmet” reminiscent of the headdresses worn by dancers in Thailand. As I watch her, it dawns on me that she’s my dream body, and that I can follow her out of my physical body, which I realize now is the figure I’ve been crouching beside all this time. My body is a featureless form clad in dark clothing, and I’m able to stand up, and move away from it, without any effort. But I lose the dream.

Still trying to WILD, I find myself in a similar dark room with a woman who distinctly resembles my maternal grandmother. We’re facing each other, almost embracing, but when I suddenly realize she merely represents my physical body, I begin pulling away from her, gently but firmly forcing her to crouch down on the floor against the wall as I separate myself from her, and fully enter the dream space. But no sooner have I done so than some repressive force presses up behind me, and slips heavy “arms” around my shoulders. I say, “My Lord, protect me!” and immediately understand that I’m in no danger – it’s just my physical body resisting the separation.

Still trying to WILD, I slip into a dream scene in which I’m running after a man, following him, as he busily moves from room to room of some industrial-like office building, urgently implementing some plan he has. For revenge? And suddenly I think—This is not my fight. Immediately becoming lucid, I leave him behind, and hurry out of the building through a gray metal door, relieved it was so easy to make it outside.

There is a subdued, somewhat overcast light, and I’m aware only of paths cutting through low hills immediately before me, and some people walking around purposefully. I declare, “My General!” addressing Jesus Christ. But then think I should add, to make myself clear, “My King, my Lord and my God, now and forever!”

I walk along a path, conscious of holding my purse, and of the action of walking, as I ask my Lord if he has any orders, any instructions for me. I focus on a passing woman who is tall, with very short hair, and who possesses an aura of authority, like a troop commander. But she doesn’t even glance at me so, as I continue walking, I ask, “Is there is anything I can do to help Sean move forward and progress in his relationship with you, Lord?” echoing one of the subjects foremost in my mind as I lay awake trying to WILD.

When I get no response of any kind as I keep walking beneath white trees (like the Dogwoods in bloom now on our property) I feel this lack of response is the response: “No, there’s nothing more you can do at the moment.” So I deliberately drop my purse, and begin rising slowly into the air, thinking—Alright, I’ll just relax and enjoy being here. There is a soft, muted golden light around and behind the trees, and I feel better and better, more and more wonderful, as I gradually ascend, turning gently in place, toward the open sky. I feel I want to go all the way up tonight, that I can simply leg go, completely surrender to and become one with this feeling of peace and well being expressed by my dream weightlessness, and I do…

Suddenly, still lucid, I find myself in the midst of an action packed scene taking place in a large, shadowy indoor space akin to a paranormal sports stadium. I’m surrounded by men belonging to two “soccer” teams getting ready to play each other, but I see only red uniforms around me. I’m talking to one man as I move about energetically. I tell him, “I’m tempted to stand behind the goal keeper, and keep out all the balls!” He responds by urging me to be careful, but I just laugh and say, “I’m in my dream body!” Meanwhile, I glimpse Sean standing somewhere to my left, and talking animatedly about Jesus. I can’t remember what he says, but it all seems to be good. He’s wearing red, like all the members of the team I’m supporting. The other team is invisible, for they don’t have physical bodies like we do.

Heading to one side of the space, I walk down a few steps, then stop to look back into the “inner field” where the match is taking place. I’m joyfully followed by a fully mature woman the size of a doll who leaps into my arms and cries, “You’re the best!” The best of something, but I don’t remember now what she said. I caress her sleek, soft black hair as I might a cat, while she talks to me. We are very dear to each other even though we haven’t been together in a long time.

My attention is drawn now to two women kneeling together, as though on a picnic blanket, waiting for the match to recommence. They are near the stairway I’m standing in, and cannot, for some reason, step out of. I’m helpless to do anything about it as I watch a man thrust a long knife beneath the right breast (cupped in a blue bra) of the woman kneeling on the right. A yellowish liquid mixed with blood pours from the wound. I somehow know – in that way of lucid dreams – that she is serving as the living tap for the “beer” everyone will be drinking. The man now smoothly slips his blade beneath the left breast of the other woman, and the same fount of fluid pours straight down from the wound. It is terrible to watch, but the women remain conscious, and look more uncomfortable than in pain.

I now understand this ritual strangely reflects the piercing of Christ’s side on the cross by the Roman soldier from which water and blood poured forth. The mysterious mystical cup of Redemption is the “beer” everyone will be drinking at the match. All of us, in one form or another, suffer with Christ in this life, even as He is the source of our Life, and the reason we, like these two women, will not die, but live forever. It is the presence of the opposing “team” that makes a cruelly sadistic and sexist mockery of that moment on the cross in the way I just observed, using helpless young women – easy victims in the dream space just as they are in waking reality.

I know who the opposing team is now, and they are invisible because they have no physical bodies as we humans do.

Dream Notes:

In lucid dreaming circles, people spend countless hours talking about whether an OBE (Out of Body Experience) is the same as a Lucid Dream, and if a WILD (Wake Induced Lucid Dream) is superior or inferior or more desirable than a DILD (Dream Induced Lucid Dream) since, supposedly, you have control over a WILD but not a DILD. And then there is the relationship between an OBE, and even a WILD, with the phenomena of Sleep Paralysis. On this particular night, I ran the full gauntlet of all of the above, which wove quite seamlessly into each other like stages, or steps, in the same mysterious process.

Personally, I believe there are degrees of separation, and that a DILD is simply not being conscious of the first stages of that separation.

The sensations of an OBE are akin to an old Apollo rocket, vibrations, loud noises, slow and dramatic.

A WILD is more like slipping into the seat of a spaceship cruising in that sweet spot between waking and dreaming – between the earth’s atmosphere and the starry universe – and timing it just right to land in one of the dream landscapes passing before us.

A DILD is my preferred method, and the most common in my dream practice. It’s like being a first class passenger suddenly landing in a dream vacation without any effort, as smoothly as being dropped off by a magical black limousine.

Regarding the two teams or sides pitted against each other – one of which was invisible – I really don’t need to explain it to Christians. Other religions also recognize that there are hostile non-physical entities/ forces/energies, etc. encountered by the dreaming soul. Even materialist/atheist lucid dreamers will agree that, in dreams, we can confront subconscious thoughts and impulses hindering us from being happier, more successful, etc. in waking life. The concept of the subconscious, bound to the physical body and brain, is essentially materialism trying to integrate the notion of spirituality.

As a Catholic because of my lucid dreams, I believe in spiritual warfare. 

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