meditation notebook

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I can hear the church bell sound 8am.
After drifting in and out of breathing and chakra work I hear the 9am school bell.
I have things to do so can't keep drifting.
Concentration on rainbow chakra and crystals. I feel connected to the pencil-tip quartz. I can command it's energy to seek out tension and relaxation.

Dreaming now and find myself in a coven. I'm holding hands with a lady to my right and an unknown person to my left. The lady is wearing charm bracelets that jiggle when she talks. I try to conjure up an imaginary notepad so I might jot down what she is saying, but the mind has gone blank.

I walk down the street opposite the church yard and turn into the lane. A row of cottages line the lane on either side. The cottage at the end of the lane has a white door with gloss black hinges. The knocker is a horse shoe, also gloss black (the knocker is too small for it to be a real horse shoe). I knock. The door opens. I hear people chatting inside but unable to see them.

I should enter the cottage but I'm distracted by a horse to my left. I'm unable to see the rider.
The horse and rider are drifting out of focus.
I remember seeing Sarah at the kitchen counter sorting out dirty cutlery and pots and pans and dishes and plates and bowls and a large assortment of cooking utensils. I offer to help with the washing up but Ronald appears and tells me to follow him into the lounge.
I'm drifting out again.
Time to close.

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There's a drilling, through the wall, just by my head. I can also hear the children playing, or should I say screaming their heads off. It must be after ten. Groan to the power of 2.
I remember 5:25 am. I was unable to get to sleep last night because of a stomach upset caused by overeating kiev's. I hear myself saying - never again! As if I had an alcohol hangover. Groan cubed.

It's gone quiet. Playtime must be over and maybe the workmen are catching a tea break. I drift back into sleep ...

There is a knock knock at the door.
I manage to clamber out of bed and shamble downstairs. I open the door but it's too sunny to see who it is.
The knocking is persistent. I answer the door again. Still I can't see who is there. I try once more but to no avail.

We sit in the lounge.
She is pouring more tea.
I can see into the kitchen and the back door is open. I hope we can take a walk outside in the garden. As if to read my thoughts she selects a book from the bookshelf - Webster's Illustrated Guide to Garden Flowers - and sets it on the table next to a nasturtium. She tells me the flower is to be pressed into the book. A younger girl open the book to a page with an iris. Turning the pages until she finds nasturium she carefully places the flower next to it's description and illustration.

There are two more flowers on the table I also hadn't seen, or at least, a purple tulip and two rose petals.

Next to the tea tray there is a scrap of paper on which is written a list of bible passages. I take note of them: Luke 4:7, Paul 13. And written next to John is an instruction which reads: add up the numbers then add 1.

Now we're all here - she commences to say - who'll take a slice of Mrs. Patteson's sponge cake.
A feeling of relief washes over me. I'm glad I don't have to explain all this.

I wanted to stay longer. There was a fifth person I would've liked to have met. But the drilling started up again, the reverberations were too much, and I gave up the chase.

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Was so looking forward to revisiting the dream cottages but I haven't been able to meditate for nearly a week.

So one evening last week when I was just dropping off to sleep I became aware of a strong resonance appear suddenly in the heart chakra. This was followed by each other chakra in turn so that I was soon almost in a state of levitation.
This was also quite surprising - as if the source of the resonances were from outside of me!
Then my attention was focused on the meditation statue sitting in the corner of the room. And the more I allowed my attention to focus on it, the more intense was the state of levitation.

I decided to go with the flow and reversed the feelings of resonances until a calm intonation had been reached. Like a union between me an the statue!

Among other things that passed through my mind I could see an ankh symbol as clear as day.
The symbol took on the form of a spirit guide, then with more detail, a priest; bald-headed, and dressed in a long colourless robe.
I realized I was in some subterranean tomb.
I could now feel the resonances as if they emanated from my organs; heart, liver, kidneys, etc...
Wondering what would happen next I simultaneously saw a row of canopic jars and had a memory from many years back of a work colleague telling me of a horrific nightmare he had about being operated on while fully awake.

I snapped back into my bedroom.
Thinking of the strange experience I can't help but wonder about the reasons for the ancient ritual of the canopic jars. Was this a form of magical aid to help the spirit of the mummified subject travel through solid walls ?

Whatever!
This was way too scary for me.
And yet, my fascination tells me if I wish to know more I need to take this on much more slowly.
Little steps to higher realms.

t.