June 16
I remember exactly my first lesson in “meditation”. What they called a “meditation” session was really an exercise in guided imagery and that made no difference to me, certainly not during that summer camp.
All 120 of us campers were sitting on the floor of the recreation hall where a woman was talking to us about having the ability to meditate, to relax. I listened intently, as intently as I could. At 12, I was sitting next to the boy I knew I would love for the rest of my life. Soon, we were all lying down on the concrete while she talked us through the exercises of relaxing our bodies. Everybody relaxed. You could feel it. I could feel it.
She asked us to imagine ourselves a stick of butter on a hot summer day, she told us all to feel ourselves melt into the floor. I actually became that stick of butter, melting as if I was in a microwave, that quick, right into the floor. My eyes flew open in abject fear right before I had
entirely melted my stick butter self into the floor and I laid there waiting for the “meditation”
to be over. My fascination with the power of my mind had begun.
I remember exactly my first lesson in “meditation”. What they called a “meditation” session was really an exercise in guided imagery and that made no difference to me, certainly not during that summer camp.
All 120 of us campers were sitting on the floor of the recreation hall where a woman was talking to us about having the ability to meditate, to relax. I listened intently, as intently as I could. At 12, I was sitting next to the boy I knew I would love for the rest of my life. Soon, we were all lying down on the concrete while she talked us through the exercises of relaxing our bodies. Everybody relaxed. You could feel it. I could feel it.
She asked us to imagine ourselves a stick of butter on a hot summer day, she told us all to feel ourselves melt into the floor. I actually became that stick of butter, melting as if I was in a microwave, that quick, right into the floor. My eyes flew open in abject fear right before I had
entirely melted my stick butter self into the floor and I laid there waiting for the “meditation”
to be over. My fascination with the power of my mind had begun.
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