Space

Something significant has changed in my metabolism that means I am content to retire to solitary reflection earlier and earlier without worry of insomnia or cold sweating or an absolute fear of all our dooms (and I no longer long or hope for my final fatal heart attack); I used to retire but thought my bed was a trap for the unconscious ego - and the only place yet the worst place to rest my head.

For many years I have been unable to break away from these noises in my head long enough to sink into a blissful relaxing and deeply refreshing sleep - the 'drink' brought on a kind of submission. But as I lay here and unconcerned, Popol Vuh In den Gärten Pharaos (krautrock/ambient) drifts upon the breeze I have flowing through the room. With the window ajar, and the winter approaching us, the simple unrestrained oxygen lifts my mood.

While Paul McKenna claims there are only two things you should undertake in bed: sleep and sex, I have discovered there are many equally valuable options to deeper sleep and natural refreshment. I can be calm, thoughtful, wise, comfortable, passive, present, chilled, utterly ready for the truth, happy and totally alone. This space has finally become a bastion away from the tragedies of the world I would struggle to answer after 7am and before 6pm.

My freedom is the vibrations of our liberating universe and the flawless fifteen by fifteen feet where I am tuned into the waves of aural charm, mentally present and instantaneously relentlessly without barriers.

Breath. Be one. Be all. Always be free.