A story from the past...
Since there isn't much going on in the present...
Mediation session, where the East Village meets the West, a brownstone on the side of Washington Square Park. Not sure which side, but I remember that the house number had 23 in it, unless I'm creating a forced memory as I seem to have a tendancy to do.
We entered the room, and the women were all in their 60s, reading passages of the Bible outloud to each other. The lights dimmed and we sank into trance, and I felt the pull of their psyches on us. I fell through the floor, trancending. I fell through the ground, the Earth, through space, the sky and landed in the snow. I fell for hours in the matter of minutes, my body breaking sweat while it sat in the room.
Eventually, we opened our eyes, and I looked to my partner and said it was time to go. We left, drained, and wandered aimlessly around the Park for an hour and found our way home.
Mediation session, where the East Village meets the West, a brownstone on the side of Washington Square Park. Not sure which side, but I remember that the house number had 23 in it, unless I'm creating a forced memory as I seem to have a tendancy to do.
We entered the room, and the women were all in their 60s, reading passages of the Bible outloud to each other. The lights dimmed and we sank into trance, and I felt the pull of their psyches on us. I fell through the floor, trancending. I fell through the ground, the Earth, through space, the sky and landed in the snow. I fell for hours in the matter of minutes, my body breaking sweat while it sat in the room.
Eventually, we opened our eyes, and I looked to my partner and said it was time to go. We left, drained, and wandered aimlessly around the Park for an hour and found our way home.