From a few early mornings ago:
It's 6:46am and I've been up for a couple hours. It's the third night in a row that something has woken me around the witching hour. This early candlelit morning I feel it must have been the violent dream that I woke myself from - a difficult dream of my mother (representing anyone and everyone) and self-violence (universal), but beautiful in its metaphor. I've been dreaming a lot again which is always a good sign. After waking, I soothed my mind by traveling behind my lids, watching grey shapes drift before me, quickly and continually morphing into each other before I can completely identify them. I've gotten better over the years as I've practiced watching these shapes fly by. It feels like I'm traveling through inner space and at the same time I'm outside myself. Being present within AND without. When I'm lucky, I fly through this interior space of objects, they are in technicolor, move incredibly fast and I see them in great detail. Really so beautiful.
Due to my belief and love of the noosphere I've been practicing envisioning a rainbow torus shape bridging the north and south poles through the center of the earth
