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Week Twenty One: Pushed!
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Sunday, July 28, 2013 at 4:00AM in Week 21
Sunday, July 28, 2013 at 4:00AM in Week 21 It's SundaySundaySunday!
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Down the Rabbit Hole.
The first time it seemed like a game, an experiment, a tryst. I felt a dazed, floating sensation and its pleasance caused me to release control and play along. I’d thought it was kinky, like tantric sex, and would add luster to our relationship. She indulged me, comforted me, seduced me and propelled me into her flame. I swam for a bit and then resurfaced. It was a completely benign event. She smiled serenely, pleased with the results. I never thought it would get serious.
The second time she pushed me under, I knew she wasn’t kidding. As I floated in the realms of hypnosis, I focused on the flame that issued from a dark tunnel. Without my body as ballast, I zinged towards that flame and became consumed by it. I latched on to it as my guide; it was her power leading me into further spheres where the inferno blazed, scorching my ego by illuminating my past, my future, my present. As her dominion over me gradually dissipated I found myself freely moving through the domain of my own consciousness; a territory of vast knowledge, unnerving and spine-tingling. I could feel the attachment of my physical body far away, as if long tentacles reached back into the plane of gravity, severing all gravitas and making me surrender my façade of stability. Was I weeping? Had I lost all control? The tentacles shook and quivered under my body’s trembling. At once the flame arose to caress the tears and quell the unrest, assisting me to relax and accept the climate of my soul’s journey; the heat, the icy cold, the torrential monsoons and shattering quakes of experience that composed my lives. I felt the umbilical chords sing sweetly, gently swaying in the soft breeze of my regulated breathing. Tentatively I began to follow those lifelines, using them as a ladder to return to my body. Re-entering gravity, I came to with a start. The flame let go of me and I opened my eyes. I felt exhilaration and exhaustion while my guide appeared delighted with our progress.
The third time she thrust me under, I don’t know what happened, but she left me here. The lifeline tentacles have been detached. I’m alone in this space where hours are meaningless and my soul is one coalescence of all time.
Very trippy! :-) Thanks for sharing.