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Meditation typed up two days later.

I'm walking the length of a porch, dark tan skin and smooth black hair. My bronze head dress never wavers as I saunter down the path, full of delicate balance. I am Middle Eastern, Egyptian from the head dress as far as I can guess. My hands are up in blocking stance, fingertips crackling with static and white glow.

I step onto the sand facing the ocean, my distaste for the texture between my toes showing on my face. I make my way towards the ocean, and setting foot into the water is my only desire.

The air is thick with unnatural energy. I dive into the waves and feel the refreshing charge of crisp renewal. Coming topside when I did pulled my hair from my face, my face free of my mask of all days, my skin fair and unblemished. I'd put myself within range of a seemingly empty raft, and grabbed, rolled on to the flat surface so I was face-to-face with a pair of feet in Greek sandals. I didn't have the energy or nerve to look up, but it was me, him, and the sound of the waves in the background. His feet. . .

Then I saw myself standing in the distance, back on shore, behind the hut, with an old man wearing armor and set upon a white horse. He was speaking with my other body, the one with which I began. She was staring at him, trusting him. She was listening to him speak of protection. I joined him on shore, but was not to leave the raft. So I stayed, and went.

In the forest all was darker than many black places, and within it I haven't a clue what was to be seen. My worst habits were outlined, crowding my vision and taking over my concentration. This was not very productive and I could tell there was a definite vision of discomfort in my eyes. My bad habits, the things holding me back from becoming the person I was meant to be, were my everyday activities--blocking, drowning out, forcing my practices back behind the bland walls of dependent digital technology. Distractions.

I was out of the forest and at the base of a mountain. A dark mess with a blurry, unrecognizable, facelike cloud said, "Be there. . . Be."

Then I was where I started, in my chair.

[[What I learned from this: When you meet your true self, free of all the frivolity, chaos, and masks, you understand that your self is stronger than everyone expects. I encourage everyone to make peace with the stress in their life and leave it behind in order to move forward.]]

Thanks for responding. I think there's much more to this meditation than it seems. As it stands, I learned quite a bit, even going as far as learning there's a higher power [very probably not God], I've uncovered yet another past life [that makes me happy], and been reminded that there are better things to work with than the internet. I've cut myself off from the spiritual world a bit.

I find myself being led astray with my meditations at times, especially when I'm not in the right frame of mind. If I don't do at least something to calm myself down, I'll end up having a bad experience and I'll be freaking out about it later.

I had an instance where this guy came into the meditation all embarrassed, someone I knew whom I just couldn't stand to see right now, and I had him hang around me like he did in a past life. "A subservient for a subversiant [derived from subversion, apparently not a real word now]" kept playing in my mind, and that's what I got from that meditation. I obsessed about it and it wouldn't leave me alone for days. That was all this week.