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Early morning meditation
Jul. 31st, 2010 10:48 amWent to bed late last night due to various things. When I finally settled down to meditate, Wolf was snoozing beside me and Mist had my arm pinned on the other side.
I had worked my body awareness to my hips when a door swung open in my mind. This startled me so much I decided to focus on this instead. It was a French door, wood a medium brown stain, and it had twelve square windows in it. Beyond the door was a sitting room. The floor was wood with a Persian carpet. On the carpet was a white armchair, one of those that looks at ease in both a traditional English cottage or an ultra-modern NY apartment. Beyond the armchair was a white couch, in a similar style, with a man sitting on it. There was another armchair off to my left, and a low table that wasn't as distinct as the rest of the furniture. A large fireplace with a scrolled mantle dominated the far wall.
Curious, I walked in and sat down in the armchair to my left, facing the man. He was dressed in tan & ivory, sitting with his left ankle resting on his right knee, and flipping through a magazine. His right arm was stretched across the back of the couch. When I focused on his face, it was ruggedly handsome. His hair was dirty blond and I couldn't see the colors of his eyes. He looked up at me, grinned, and went back to his reading.
"Where am I?" I asked. He shrugged slightly.
"Are you my animus?" Again with the shrug, and another flash of a grin. I sat a few minutes, wondering what I could say or ask. This is the first time I've had a door blow open like this and I wasn't sure how to proceed. I finally decided it would be best to leave and get some real sleep. I stood up and nodded.
"I need to go now. Can I ask your name?"
"What do you think it is?" He asked, cocking his head at me. He was still grinning. I frowned and shook my head, turning toward the door.
"At first I thought you were a Patrick or a Robert, but that would be very presumptuous of me."
"Funny, I thought you were a Sarah or an Anne." I stopped, shrugged, and walked back through the door.
I had worked my body awareness to my hips when a door swung open in my mind. This startled me so much I decided to focus on this instead. It was a French door, wood a medium brown stain, and it had twelve square windows in it. Beyond the door was a sitting room. The floor was wood with a Persian carpet. On the carpet was a white armchair, one of those that looks at ease in both a traditional English cottage or an ultra-modern NY apartment. Beyond the armchair was a white couch, in a similar style, with a man sitting on it. There was another armchair off to my left, and a low table that wasn't as distinct as the rest of the furniture. A large fireplace with a scrolled mantle dominated the far wall.
Curious, I walked in and sat down in the armchair to my left, facing the man. He was dressed in tan & ivory, sitting with his left ankle resting on his right knee, and flipping through a magazine. His right arm was stretched across the back of the couch. When I focused on his face, it was ruggedly handsome. His hair was dirty blond and I couldn't see the colors of his eyes. He looked up at me, grinned, and went back to his reading.
"Where am I?" I asked. He shrugged slightly.
"Are you my animus?" Again with the shrug, and another flash of a grin. I sat a few minutes, wondering what I could say or ask. This is the first time I've had a door blow open like this and I wasn't sure how to proceed. I finally decided it would be best to leave and get some real sleep. I stood up and nodded.
"I need to go now. Can I ask your name?"
"What do you think it is?" He asked, cocking his head at me. He was still grinning. I frowned and shook my head, turning toward the door.
"At first I thought you were a Patrick or a Robert, but that would be very presumptuous of me."
"Funny, I thought you were a Sarah or an Anne." I stopped, shrugged, and walked back through the door.
