JOURNEY IN THE INTERIOR

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Anne Hooper

A MYSTICAL JOURNEY IN ALIEN LANDSCAPE

When reading the meditation out loud, slow the words down and once you have placed an idea or a command in your partner’s head, pause.  Give him/her time to visualise what you have been describing.  If you read the meditations quickly with no pauses, you will find each takes about three minutes.  But if you read them slowly as they are designed to be read, with long pauses where indicated,  each one should take around eight to ten minutes.

The roaring of surf is in your ears and so is the sound of pebbles being dragged away from the beach by the tide.  The sun is low in the sky and as you peer towards it, you realise that it is older and larger than our own and a deep copper colour.  Pause.

Look closely now at the beach you find yourself washed up on.  The rocks and pebbles are heavy with copper shadow and seem purplish underneath.  The sea, as it heaves you out, is warm and copper and you wonder what is in its depths.  Pause

Somehow you stagger from the surf and collapse onto the sands.  Where have you come from?  And what is there to go on to now?  Pause.

You are seized with an overwhelming compulsion to sleep, exhausted by your battle with the water. Crawling further from the water you find a soft sand dune warmed by the alien sun.  You curl up into its side and slip into sleep.  Just settle into the sand and let your body relax.  Pause.  And as you sleep you dream.  Pause.

In your dream, an alien creature comes crawling along the surf line looking for something.  Pause. 

 It’s looking for you.  It crawls towards you and stops where you are dozing.  It’s like nothing you’ve seen before and yet, you can sense that it’s intelligent.  This is no animal, it’s a thinking being.  You feel no fear.  Instead there’s a warm instinct to make contact.  Tentatively you extend your arm and touch it.  What does it feel like?  What impression do you gain?  Pause.

The  creature, in turn, touches your face. In fact it presses something on to your face.  And then more of these strange artefacts on to many other parts of your body.  Soon you are covered with these little pressure points.  Then the creature steps away from you and waves a square stone in your direction.  Every pressure point tingles.  Pause. Look down at your body,  What do you see? Pause.

As you gaze you realise that something is growing from each pressure point, binding you skilfully and closely.  Frightened, you struggle to escape.  And wake up.  And see that the dream is reality.  You are cocooned in a web of light silky material and you are unable to move. Pause.

As you panic, a soothing voice speaks to you, inside your head.  Fear not, it says, I mean you no harm.  I care for you.  And miraculously your head clears and your whole body feels light.  Looking down you see you are flying.  Pause.

You fly across the alien landscape.  The colours are so different from your home, the textures like nothing familiar and yet this land feels warm and comforting. Take a look at this wonderful landscape.  What do you see?Pause.

Your body settles in a cloud.  It feels like cotton wool.  As you nestle in the heavens, the pressure point on your forehead sends a sense of perfect beauty through your brain.  You have never felt so still and so pure.  You feel like spreading out wings and flying over the entire new world.  Pause.

As you lie in your cotton cloud, the silky cocoon falls away from your body revealing it naked, and perfect underneath. You possess the beauty you’ve always wished for. Pause.

As you revel in such beauty the cloud next to you begins to roll around.  And, as it does so, the shape of a beautiful lover is revealed, lying next to you. This is the lover you have always longed for.  Pause.

Nothing this lover does or says will harm or upset you, ever.  You know you can trust them deeply.  A great sense of homecoming bathes you.  You are bathed in the belief that you have come home.  Pause.

Taking your hand in theirs, your lover walks with you towards a twisting spout of flame reaching to the sky.  It’s the flame of eternal life.  As you step into it, you see all the layers and colours of its light spreading out before you.  Pause.

The white of pure energy seeps into every pore of your body.  You feel yourself melt apart, then re-assemble.  You are clean, shining, translucent with sensuality. It would only take one feather-light touch on your skin to reach the highest level of ecstasy.  Pause.

Streaming with that ecstasy, you pour as a shaft of white light, back into the surf that you recently came from.  Only now the surf changes colour.  As you enter it, the whiteness from your being, sends out . crystal purity and the sea stretches sparkling and clear for thousands of miles around the planet.  Pause.

You are complete.  Ends.


Give your partner a little time to come to.   Just stay comfortably with the silence, until it feels appropriate for you to rise and move away.  Let them do the same in their own time.

Sensuality is about much more than sex.  Sensuality comes from touching textures, hearing harmonious sounds, seeing voluptuous colours and feeling embued with beauty. This meditation is not specifically sexual but I hope it will stimulate your sexual imagination.  The imagination is a powerful tool.  It allows you to re-experience past events or to go forward in time.  It allows you to become part of a fantasy and gives flavour to the mood.  Here is a meditation about journeying that I hope leaves you remembering what it was like in heaven.

Your eyes are closed.  You are warm, and snug, curled up and cosy.  You are safe and contained, with familiar sounds regularly soothing in your ears.  You are squeezed and contained and to test your freedom you put out an arm and press it against the outside of your world where it wraps around you.  You feel that world, exploring it with your fingertips and with the palm of your hand.  Pause.

Open your eyes.  A faint redness gleams somewhere below you. There’s little to see.  But there’s plenty to touch.  You run a hand across the rim of your world again.  It’s soft and elastic and it gives a little.  Suddenly, pressure from the outside pushes back on to your exploring hand. Contact!  Pause.

You push in return.  Suddenly there are sounds. They bear no resemblance to the harmony of the deep, the deep that you have bathed in for so long. You shrink back surprised by the noise of the outside world.  Pause.

And yet the sounds take on a pattern of their own, a beat, a kind of rhythm.  And you are moving, swaying, the liquid swishing through your limbs and back again.  The fluid pours around your body, stroking and ruffling your skin, till the strokes feel as though they are inside your very being.  Pause.

Your limbs feel at one with the tide.  All of you is streaming, like seaweed with the sea flowing through it. The tide passes and re-passes.  The down on your body streams with the current, while you breathe in with the ebb and flow of the water, feeling like the ocean itself.  Pause.

The rhythm continues.  It’s a pressure, a forceful squeeze.  It presses you hard against the wall of your world and yet it’s also pleasurable.  It’s good to be squeezed – your skin ripples; there are prickling sensations across your chest and between your legs.  You lift your arms and the prickles of pleasure come again.  A wave of harmony and sensuality floats around you.  Pleasure is jetted into your limpid world and now it froths and bubbles around your body and your face.  You breathe in the sharpness of its sensuality.  Pause.

You are part of this wave of pleasure.  What courses through the water, courses through you, too.  And the liquid streaming around your limbs quickens its pace, rubbing all your tiny pores, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, until you think you will disintegrate with the delight. Pause.

A great waft of satisfaction clouds the sea around you and bathes your face.  You breathe in the endorphins and open your mouth in wonder.  You are high on sensations across your chest and between your legs.  You lift your arms and the prickles of pleasure come again.  A wave of harmony and sensuality floats around you.  Pleasure is jetted into your limpid world and now it froths and bubbles around your body and your face.  You breathe in the sharpness of its sensuality.  Pause.

You are part of this wave of pleasure.  What courses through the water, courses through you, too.  And the liquid streaming around your limbs quickens its pace, rubbing all your tiny pores, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, until you think you will disintegrate with the delight. Pause.

A great waft of satisfaction clouds the sea around you and bathes your face.  You breathe in the endorphins and open your mouth in wonder.  You are high on this wonder drug, puffed throughout your world and seeping inside your very being.  Pause.

Suddenly you are squeezed, hard.  It hurts.  It hurts again.  And yet the cloud of pleasure that is now you, feels the pain as another extreme.  It’s sensuality once more  – but it’s the other side of sensuality.  The hurt that is pain that is pleasure, becomes an integral part of the whole of you.  How, after all, could you know pleasure without some pain?  Pause.

Inside your world, the walls are rippling in on themselves.  They threaten to tear you up, to knock you flying.  And yet, like a tiny cork on a great ocean, you remain bobbing along.  You’re a survivor.  Pause.

And as you wonder if you should feel fear, a further current of sheer ecstasy rushes across your skin and what with the tumult of the waters, and the pain from the outside and the pleasure from within, you fall quite limp with the chaos of it all.  Pause.

You let yourself go.  Buffeted from this side to that, stretched and wrapped, squeezed and slackened – your world resembles a storm at sea.  And yet you continue to bob.  And bob.  Pause.

Until the storm abates.  The waters settle.  The pressures cease. And there you are.  Cool in the calming of the storm.  You can ride out anything.  And as you dream along, there is a singing in your head  – a singing that comes from the poetry of voices outside your being.  A poetry that repeats, many times, the words, I love you, I love you, I love you.  Pause.

Love inside you is good.  Love is an adventure.  Love means action and seduction and clouds of pleasure.  Love is also pain but such seductive pain.  And love is survival – there you are and there’s the sea and there, throughout everything, is the steady rhythm of a heartbeat.  And you think to yourself, this can go on for ever.  And, in some ways, it can.  Ends