METAPHYSICAL FICTION

Brilliant Whispers
By Rikimoto

I sit cross-legged; darkness surrounds me in an attempt to suffocate the brilliant whispers stemming from the candle before me.

I encircle myself with crystals and polished stones. As I prepare for meditation I close my eyes and begin a series of breaths within which I ease my mental burdens, out with the old and in with the new. It’s a slow process but one I am starting to master.

As my mind clears I feel myself lifting. As my body straightens itself, correcting my posture, I cleanse myself as I release what was yet another hectic day.

I feel a tingle in my fingers that soon spread all through my body, as my body fills with light I recognize this feeling as the arrival of my guides. Appearing in my mind’s eye wearing old robes like a monk, his eyes as always filled with light and love.
At each meeting his appearance has changed. He has come in many forms.

I always recognize those eyes, eyes filled with light and love.

Along the astral plain we walk towards each other traversing miles in moments.

His lips do not move but I hear him speak his voice echoing thru my mind,

"Come we must see the records."

I felt as if I were flying when I realized that we were we stopped.

I looked up at the barren wasteland that appeared before me; before I could speak we became engulfed by a fog that arose from nowhere.