- Relax, somehow, if that’s possible, but not so much that you fall asleep. Take a hot bath or something.
- Lie down in a comfortable place. Close your eyes but don’t fall asleep.
- Don’t fall asleep! Or this won’t work!
- Okay, I just thought I heard you snoring. Sorry. What was that, a little choke or something?
- Anyway. Empty your mind. Whatever you do, don’t think of the current presidential campaigns going on in the United States. Seriously, empty your mind!
- Is it empty? No Swift boats putting around in there? No Texas Air National Guard?
- Sorry, you were probably right on the edge of perfect blankness when I said that and fouled it up, weren’t you. Blank. Empty. Zen garden. Endless protective blue sky. Warmth.
- Now imagine something: imagine a world without fear.
- Imagine, if you will, a world where there are other issues than fear of Bush or fear of terror. Fear of terror, for fuck’s sake. Is that an oxymoron or is it just redundant?
- Don’t answer me just yet, but what do you see in a world without fear? What, exactly, do you love? When you think of love, what do you see?
- What matters most to you?
- Concentrate on that.
- What do you love? What will you miss most when you die, or when it does?
- Listen: I’ve tricked you. You’ve been hypnotized. When I snap my fingers, you will wake up feeling a strong desire to mail naked jpegs of yourself to me at metamorphosist at gmail dot com. You will also remember these other things that matter most to you, and you will think about them and they will make you happy. If you are a journalist, you will write about them for a change. Whoever you are, you will talk about things that matter, from now on.
- Cause I’m really tired of this fear shit, man.
Guided meditation #2
Posted in Metamorphosism
arg.. I second that.
are we supposed to think of the things that make us happy to take away from the regret of mailing off nude pictures??
:)
Thanks for the pics, aldahlia.