Black Meditation
May 26, 2021 12:27:54 GMT -7
Post by Halápi Dávid on May 26, 2021 12:27:54 GMT -7
Aetius found in his archives. I'm soooo happy.
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Black Meditation
by Kira (September 25, 2017)
It's been a while since I returned to meditations, but I feel the need to focus and as I explore Kali, I have developed the following ritual.
I sit up and hold my back straight. My hands are on my knees. I begin by breathing slow and deep, holding my breath for a few controlled counts, and then releasing it for the same measure.
My focus is Black. The black of midnight. The black of emptiness. The black behind my eyes.
Black is the color of the unknown future; of death and birth. Black is the consumer and the producer. Black is the void; the womb and the tomb. The void is both a space of infinite potential and a crushing enclosure. The void is a deafening silence where I am magnified to extreme levels.
I lift my hands from my knees and hold them out as if to receive an infant. Then I picture this living pitch coming to my hands to consume them. It climbs up my forearms and past my elbows. It passes my shoulders and melds with the blackness inside my chest where it twists and explodes to cover my entire body.
I am one with potential. I can turn my energy to anything or nothing. The force is my life, my life is the force.
I am one with beginnings and endings. All that I start will eventually end. I accept the endings as new beginnings.
I will have echoing victories and crushing defeats. Both will shape me.
Time holds no fear over me. I will not be paralyzed by its finite portion.
I say it out loud: I am the Black Goddess.
Then, I imagine the black seeping into my skin. It sinks to a lower level and collects around my heart chakra. It wraps around it as if swaddling a child.
I listen to the beat of my heart as I return to the breathing for 3 more long breaths.
Next, I get up and I kill another day.
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Black Meditation
by Kira (September 25, 2017)
It's been a while since I returned to meditations, but I feel the need to focus and as I explore Kali, I have developed the following ritual.
I sit up and hold my back straight. My hands are on my knees. I begin by breathing slow and deep, holding my breath for a few controlled counts, and then releasing it for the same measure.
My focus is Black. The black of midnight. The black of emptiness. The black behind my eyes.
Black is the color of the unknown future; of death and birth. Black is the consumer and the producer. Black is the void; the womb and the tomb. The void is both a space of infinite potential and a crushing enclosure. The void is a deafening silence where I am magnified to extreme levels.
I lift my hands from my knees and hold them out as if to receive an infant. Then I picture this living pitch coming to my hands to consume them. It climbs up my forearms and past my elbows. It passes my shoulders and melds with the blackness inside my chest where it twists and explodes to cover my entire body.
I am one with potential. I can turn my energy to anything or nothing. The force is my life, my life is the force.
I am one with beginnings and endings. All that I start will eventually end. I accept the endings as new beginnings.
I will have echoing victories and crushing defeats. Both will shape me.
Time holds no fear over me. I will not be paralyzed by its finite portion.
I say it out loud: I am the Black Goddess.
Then, I imagine the black seeping into my skin. It sinks to a lower level and collects around my heart chakra. It wraps around it as if swaddling a child.
I listen to the beat of my heart as I return to the breathing for 3 more long breaths.
Next, I get up and I kill another day.