Access to Space Print

Meditation was new to me, I had been practicing for around 6 months when a normal session changed me. On about the third track of an Enigma album I felt a loosening, a kind of thinning of the atmosphere before noticing I had left my body. Floating upwards through the metal ceiling, into the loft space, through the roof, up, up, up. I decided to visit my grandmother, Daisy, a kind of revenant representation of me moves through the sky toward Warley Gap looking for her. When I arrived she was sleeping in the dorm beyond the dayroom where we usually visited, looking at her from above she was peaceful and small. The ward was quiet and I am relieved that my dark ideas of the asylum at night are incorrect. Time changes.