*
We circle the Long Stone, feet planted gently but firmly on the earth…
Arms and hands hang loosely by our sides…
We close our eyes…
We breathe deeply…
We perform our breathing exercise…
And then again breathe deeply, listening only to the sound of our own breath…
After a time, the silence is broken by the Seed Sound of someone’s Word of Truth…
Nobody knows who sounded…
Nobody cares…
We are leaving the world of personalities behind…
Before the first Seed Sound has ended, another has sounded, and another, and then another, as our Song of Truth is raised…
Emboldened by the anonymity, carefree in the rising Song of Power we each sound out our Truth, chanting it again and again, delighting as each Seed bounces of each other, one or two entwining, playing and cascading off one another…
Until finally…
As the light of day fades…
Only one sound can again be heard…
Echoing off deep in to the starry far distance…
Everything returns to silence…
And we again focus on our breathing…
*
It a warm place I found
A safe place fill with peace
It the place where I am bound
It’s now my saving place.
😉
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Inner Circle inner peace from Sue 💜
From Stu, actually… 😉
Sounds magical <3
We very much hope it was, Alethea… 😉
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Lovely…I always love abstractions that concludes with subtleness
Me too… The description may have been abstract, the experience was very down to earth… 😉
You are right…
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