More training camp experiences on 4th density. Last night I was in a building, some sort of tall building standing on its own, not very large, but fairly tall. As one of many children, I ascended the stairs for a meal, and upon realising that the gap both ahead and behind was quite great, decided to nip up higher than the dining room to see what was up there. At the top of the stairs was a hatch, and it opened to reveal a very high view of a rather dark, desolate and rainy place. A small wall faced me immediately in front of the window, and I leaned on it to look down at the sheer drop. The wall was not very strong. I went back down to eat, but my lateness drew attention to me. Many of the people there were women.

In the same night, I flew very easily. I was very pleased at how much better I can fly now. I do enjoy shocking people, because they really cannot believe their eyes! As soon as you have the slightest doubt that you can fly, for sure your feet will instantly touch the ground. But the more you fly, the less doubt there is, and then one day there is finally more success than failure. Sometimes my feet may drift downward but now I can usually start the flight before I touch the ground. And flying very very high is always easy once you get up there, and a great way to travel distances.