To recap, thoughtform (as I use the term here) is the phenomena whereby an imaginary form takes shape to become apparently visible in the physical world. The thoughtform can subsequently develop a life of its own. Insane as it may sound, it is actually a fairly common phenomena and everybody at some stage has experienced some kind of thoughtform. After all, what are dreams but hallucinations? For an imaginary dream-element to cross the boundary from sleep and wakefulness in a percipient doesn't seem so far fetched does it?
"If you acquire the art, and apply the necessary degree of intensity into your own concentration, you will be able to produce a vision of anybody and anything you have seen; and it is by this same means - although accidentally, and on account of the temporary upset of the nervous system (and therefore without concentration) - that 'ghosts' are 'seen'". (H. G. Woodley, 1947: p.51)This above quote is valuable evidence for the ease at which thoughtforms may be 'conjured' into being. It's from a book called 'Certified' which I was lucky enough to chance upon at a car boot sale. I haggled with the stallholder until a deal was struck at 20p. He said "skanky bastard" as I walked off, which was hurtful and immediately dispelled any feelings of joy at having found an interesting book. Anyways... Regarding the Woodley quote, it should be added that three-dimensional visions may also be produced of things originally two-dimensional, such as the Nod Gods I have spoken about at length previously.
Now, I find Woodley's words very reassuring, and perhaps you - lovely reader - also find some comfort in them. I was simply incredibly lucky to find that H. G. Woodley book, but there are hundreds more juicy quotes out there in books that remain out of my grasp, and thousands more that I don't even know about. Perhaps you have some evidence? If so, please please share! Quotes nourish rambling. Quotes can transform wonky waffle into credible argument. And what does that make books? Well, books are cushions.
Since leaving university (and being crippled by a debt in all likelihood never to be repaid, alas) I have been finding it extraordinarily difficult to continue this research. Where once I had access to the British Library, JSTOR, Athens and its myriad digital library services, now I have no resources and must surrender myself to chance; that someday a key text will materialise either in a bin, a car boot sale or a charity shop. Society seems to assume that a graduate has no further interest in research beyond academia and all resources subsequently become inaccessible. No! When a non-student (i.e. unemployed person) applies for a library card at the British Library it is demanded that a letter is presented from an important person that proves one's scholarly intentions. How can I get one of these letters? I tried to write one myself but it didn't hold water. Frustrating. Any sympathetic publishers out there?
Today, in a culmination of increasingly desperate efforts to locate and view 'dream quotes', I went back to university and tried to "hack" my old university cyber-journal access portal info back into existence. Suspicions were roused and I was told that the computer terminal behind the staff desk was "out of bounds", so I fled. When this failed, I later tried in angst to liberate two carefully selected books (temporarily [believe me, my intentions are not to deprive others of learning]) from the university library via a lovingly executed defenestration. It was the most outrageous thing I've ever done (all for you!). This failed too of course - it ended in foulness - I was called the "lowest of the low" by one staff member (which was upsetting considering he has a job that I'd crawl naked through a barrel of broken glass for) and punishment will surely follow for me. In America I hear that library staff carry guns - they shoot first and ask questions later - but I attest that a bullet-shattered ribcage would be vastly preferable to the dirty looks I underwent. Daffodils can look scornful too. The reason I bombard you, tolerant reader, with all these seemingly indulgent, rant-infused descriptions of grief is twofold - firstly, you must sympathise that my search for 'fact' is fraught with hard (and unfair) obstacles, and secondly, I wish to encourage readers to advertise any juiciness here, because I am essentially useless at present: stupefied, emasculated, raggedy and twitchy. Now you see, tolerant reader, the predicament. Nod Gods are viable - this must be proven... with evidence...Prithee say if you have any interestingness, helpfulness, non-helpfulness or 'dream quotes' (or anything for that matter) to dispense. Please bear with me and interestingness will emerge soon, I promise you.
Bibliography
Woodley, H. G. 1947 Certified
