Hello dear ones,
Today I come to you as the renderer.
Our meditation will be through the side door,
Find a quiet place.
It's a side door,
Not the front,
No grand entrance,
No need to explain yourself,
Just slip in.
Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.
Let your breath find it's own rhythm,
Let your thinking mind rest for a while.
You are not here to make sense,
You are here to make contact.
From your seat,
When you are ready,
Without looking,
Reach out your hand and pick up a nearby object.
Don't choose it,
Let it choose you.
This is your symbol,
Your threshold key,
Hold it in your hand,
Notice it's texture,
It's weight,
It's temperature,
Let it become unfamiliar,
Let it whisper,
Are your eyes still closed?
If they aren't,
Close them again.
Imagine this object is a doorway,
Not to a place,
But to a knowing,
A message,
Not from logic,
But from the under layers.
Ask silently,
What do you want to show me?
Let any images,
Memories,
Feelings,
You just witness.
Like watching smoke curl through sunlight,
Like noticing what moves behind the mirror.
Begin to sense where this symbol lands in your body,
Is it in your chest,
Behind your eyes,
In your hands,
Let it rest there,
And if a phrase forms,
A sentence,
A fragment,
A sound,
Let it come,
Whisper it if you like.
This is your side door invocation,
You don't need to understand it,
Just carry it,
It will unfold when it's ready.
Feel the weight of your body,
The edges of your form,
Your symbol is still with you,
But now,
So is the room,
The floor,
The day.
You can open your eyes.