Epsom salt, sprinkled in heaps, mixes with hot water.
It helps to alleviate the aches and feelings of disconnectedness. It awakens the amoeba in me as I enter the sea. I float with the seaweed, the plankton, the organic material of dead things…all filtered by.
The dead parts of me shed away.
I am one with the sound of the waves.
I’m transported to a different level of awareness.
The darkness is lit by a single flame. I’ve created sacred space. I hear the sounds of all sounds and try to just be. I silently listen for the turn of a door knob. I scan the room for hidden ‘things.’ It’s quiet and safe. The water is calling me to a universal home away from the fear..
Fear is evil.
It doesn’t turn off.
It has a twisted mind.
Therefore, I must untwist the patterns unfold the glue that binds the soul. Loosen the knots that permeate. The knots are like cysts. Things get tight when coiled for so long.
The water reminds me I’m still alive. I stay with the bubbles that surface. I glance over, an imaginary shoulder, and see the shadows of me.
The sky isn’t blue.
The grass is blue.
Confusion and lies revealed.
She paints the room with her mind and counts the tiles. The tide pool of thoughts deepens and swirls. Breathing, focusing on the flame of truth, the healing salt pulls away the shame. A crescent moon and shimmering light is seen. It guides the ripples as they cascade over the edge.
I am present.
My prayer is simple.
My chant is quiet and clear.
Protection and release join the salty water. They mingle as one and there is a union. Each crystal, uniquely formed, joins another. An electrical current resonates. The briny water releases the build-up of toxins.
A cool breeze floats across my forehead.
It lingers in a swirl of seaweed.
Shoulders begin to breathe.
I see a fragment of love and light,
Radiating through the echoes
of my heart.
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Assist: Madison Woolworth