So I was dreaming this weekend that I was meditating in the rain under the tarp in Wisconsin next to the rocky cleft which housed the gnomes. I was thinking that getting away from it all was kind of good as it was opening up some sort of changey thing in me. Which wasn't all bad because changey things are good actually, because they well changey things and keep us all fresh and vital like.
So then I'm back in the condo fortress and I'm in this dreamy state again and the changey thing comes and I realize it is literally eating me. And my initially reaction is to be scared. But then I realize that this is the changey thing and I should just let it eat me. And I did. And I realize the changey thing is like vast and unconscious and vaguely like my ancestors and especially my grandfather (fathers side). And then I realize that this changey thing also occurred to me in Ayahuasca but I ran from it because it was overwhelming, but here in this dream state I could deal with it. And then I realize that I've integrated it. Look at me go. Having a psychedelic adventure which takes me six years to integrate. Look at me go. By the way, I'm only joking because in reality I think you can take your integration and shove it up your ass life coach. You can't integrate the changey thing, that's the whole point. Its changey see. That's why I call it the changey thing.
And then later on I'm all deep in it, and my whole point of existence is in my sacrum and I'm doing sacred geometry kinda drawing out those alchemical symbols in my mind that Richard Kretz was talking about. And I only exist in that point. And its great. And I go in and out of sleep.
Then I wake up and realize that all anxiety is just the changey thing. So I create this new mediation called the changey thing meditation. And I befriend the changey thing. And let it do its magic. Look at me go.
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