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(i can pretend
i swallow slowly.)
Alexi slid the ring onto her finger.
Rob was the last to enter. He slowly trotted in, every step seeming
practiced and deliberate, glanced around as slyly as an old coyote, and
found his spot up against one of the wall.
“I’m going to need all of your attention for this,” he said, slowly.
Every syllable was enunciated.
Without saying a word, everyone got comfortable and began to settle
in.
“I want you to relax yourselves and listen only to the sound of my
voice, nothing but the sound of my voice. You asked me to explain more
before we begin, Alexi, and although there is no one right way of describing
what a journey is, or how it’s done, you may find yourself more
at ease, and you’re understanding grows, if I tell you that in the younger
days, when the earth wasn’t quite as old as she is now, when the animals
could still remember how to speak and the various tribes that roamed the
land regarded the sun, the moon, the stars with awe and wonder, in an
age when the gods clad themselves in flesh in much the same manner we
do, it is said that then were we taught the art of dreaming. Not the kind of
dreaming we usually tend to think of when we hear the word, but the sort
of dreaming where our souls become aware of the universal dream and
have the freedom to explore and discover that which lies beyond it, to
journey beyond the limits we ordinarily place upon ourselves and the
world around us. Every journey is different, and although we all may
share the same journey, the ways in which our dreams manifest are
unique for each of us.”
“So I want you all to take a deep breath now, and relax, really relax,
listening only to the sound of my voice, and as you hear the sounds
between the syllables of the words, allow the feelings and pictures
beginning to form in your mind, only, instead of dismissing them as your
imagination, to focus on and pull them in closer as you feel each and
every muscle, from the top of your head, to the tips of your toes, relaxing,
completely. And as they do, you may notice that in the back of your
mind there’s a dark place, a quiet place, floating through a soft and velvety
void where nothing can harm you, where you become the formlessness
that exists at the beginning and end of all things, and the spaces in
between, pure feeling and sensation.”
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