When I Don't Force It

I'm adrift on the Ocean. Comfortable. Relaxed.
A deep breath, and under, and down... and down and down...
Not a 'drowning' down'; a floating. A calming.
Refreshing.

Breathing is no problem, for this is the Great Mara, the Primordial...

And just as these waters broke to signal our time to enter in to this physical realm, so now do I emerge from the surface under the surface... and in the near distance, spot The Isle.
I am drawn unto it.

I step out of the waters and take it's golden-white sands beneath my bare feet. Cool water streams down my naked body.

Two towering monoliths stand in the distance, and I glide towards them...

I kneel before them, a silent blessing coursing my gray matter. I do not breach their boundary, but sit just outside that threshold.

Behold-- above, and center-- is the moon...
I 'sit' and bask in Her reflective sunlight. I breathe easy and deeply. I do not 'ask', nor 'search', nor really even think. I just... AM. I just BE. [A human BE-ing, not a human do-ing.]

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When "ready", when time brings me just conscious of that deep reverie of peace, and I know to return, I bow my thanks, leaving some small pebble or flower that is THERE in my hand. I stand, and turn, and trace the path back across the Sands (of time? Hmmm...), and again enter the refreshing waters. And again out and down and down and...
And up again, HERE.

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This is a powerful meditative place, this Isle. I have been there numerous times-- too many to count.
Likely my most powerful meditative experience ever was here, the ONE TIME I was asked--Permissioned? Beckoned?-- Through the Stone's Threshold. Neither the Guide nor the Experience on the 'other side' would I ever describe even though I could, for this is mine alone, lest I lose all His-- and IT'S-- magic, it's blessing...

Slainte, Folks...

Cygnus