Lately I’ve been testing out various YouTube guided meditations to see if any of them help me to balance out some of the spiritual unease I’ve been experiencing lately. Most of the ones I like don’t have any speech in them because I usually find the words to be distracting (especially if they make mistakes with grammar or pronunciation) and also- and this will sound impossibly arrogant I know- but I don’t need anyone’s help to be able to meditate. I do it every single day in one form or another, and I did it intensely for hours at a time over a period of six years or so. I think sometimes my larger concern is that I will meditate “too well” and get lost to this world all over again.
The other night I found a video that was supposed to help open or amplify the strength of your pineal gland, or your third eye. Your third eye is how you see the dead- it’s the gateway between worlds. Whenever I talk about “seeing” dead people (I don’t see ghosts, I made a rule long ago that the dead are never ever to show themselves to me, and they’ve always held up their end of the agreement), I always mean with my third eye. When I meditate with the express purpose of speaking to someone, my eyes immediately roll up towards the middle of my forehead as if they’re staring at where all the power has gone. I know that doesn’t make sense. If you can do it, you know what I mean.
In the middle of this meditation video, there is a sudden and strange clicking noise, like a slowly turning prize wheel at a carnival. I wasn’t prepared for it in the midst of plinking acoustic guitar and ethereal wind chimes and it shocked and frightened me. Once it passed, I felt my entire mind was drifting away. Part of me felt like a little girl trying to hold onto a large balloon in a gust of wind.
The second time it clicked through the music, I saw dark-eyed, distorted faces rushing at me from behind a fluttering, gauzy curtain and I immediately turned it off. One of the things I somehow forgot about “charging up” my third eye is that it will remind me of just how close those that constantly pursue me really are. If there’s one thing I am certain I can never survive again, it’s battling the darkness face to face. I’m also more than a little surprised that they’re still so close to me, waiting for a chance to strike.
After escaping the situation I was in from 2003-2010 and then dealing with the trauma of it all for the next three years after that, I distanced myself a great deal from the spiritual and the supernatural. I lived a life that allowed me to forget about what I’d been through. I became very immersed in the world of materialism and consumerism, as I finally had a career that allowed me to spend money on whatever I wanted. I didn’t think much about the dead, and I honestly did everything I could to try to avoid and ignore it.
The only way I survived last summer was through the kind and gentle guidance and support of my unliving friends, and in the last month or two, I’ve found myself unable to think of little else. My only real issue with that it creates a sense of almost unbearable longing, one that is hard to describe or assuage. I want to be Home, I want to solve all the mysteries, I want to help others to know what I know, I want to protect people from ever feeling the way I have and often do, I want to be closer closer closer to a thing I can never really touch.
I also find myself thinking often and inexplicably of “Alex” (ugh) and his influence on my life. I have thought often of his imprisonment, worrying that he is stirring up trouble in some way, that he is involved in all the ugliness going on in the world right now somehow. I worry that if I allow my guard down, if I open myself back up to this world that he will get back in.
It’s a dangerous dance, and while I’m glad to hear the music again, I need to know that I’m using my own choreography. I need to know I have a partner and not a puppeteer.