Opening a glass door I am enlightened by a flood of light that does not seem to yield. As the the blinding light finally dies down and I lower my arm from my eyes I find myself in view of a giant statue with open arms, seemingly alien with its elongated head and elegant crown with a single jewel where the 3^rd eye is. The room is symmetrically filled with mirrors of different sizes and shapes in sacred geometry. Looking for someone to speak to for quite some time I conclude that I am here to see myself in the mirror.

All of a sudden I am in up to my head in perceptions of past lives – how I was when I was younger. Being confronted with how I felt about suicide and being alone, I cant tear my gaze away from my addictions and my suffering. There are too many souls in this world, all with their own agendas and too many prophecies that tell of what we should be, what will come and where we should be by now.

Logical thinking is hard to get across to the other side and delusion along with distraction take over.

How unsafe and unconcreted this plane is. How do we get everyone on the same derivative again, like it once was – as we walked on plains as if gliding over rivers along side one another with music in the background.

There is no definite way to the end but I know that all roads lead home. Time, time heals all wounds and by embracing the greater good this world might be fixed.

I can’t take it anymore and I hide from the mirror’s – its just too much. Overwhelming energies flood my system and I break down in the corner with the least threatening mirrors all peering at my sorrowful face. We simply cannot coincide – there are just too many perceptions that need to harmonize.

The mirror is a disturbing thing when you cannot deny or look away – these mirrors make me look into myself too deep and its becoming a horror house. As long as there is no palpable fear in me I can survive.

Shadows start walking the ranks as I think of fear. I am in the wasteland of desolation again and feel like having someone strange cut my wrists so I can escape. If I were in the human world I’d call it a day and go sleep so we can try again tomorrow. Sadly I am always awake and can’t play dead.

This room wont let me out, for the exit is probably another and the most powerful mirror.

I plead to the creators of this place to give me answers and calm me down and my intuition delivers thoughts of good times and my true love. We are at the table of sin, eating away in conversation.

Sometimes I wish I were alone all the time – just a solemn hermit that has no one to be ashamed of and no one to grow for. Life becomes simpler and harder when you work not only for yourself.

The ones you affect always get scarred and sometimes charred by your deeds. It always seems like you suffer the most because you cant get out of the center of your own life – so vain that fact. Who am I to subject everyone to what I’m going through? The destruction I wrought upon the world is my fault and only time and deep forgiveness can wash me clean.

Mirrors in the corner of my eye get flooded with a rush of water as the thought enters and I feel as though I am more in control of this experience. Just another dream. I am good at this, but somethings different – this is no ordinary dream. Things feel more real. The reflection is real and I can use this to grow and evolve. Just another step in the right direction – isn’t that in part what the minds mirror is for?

My insides twist with displeasure as I cant seem to get that deep feeling away – my mood is OK but I’m experiencing physical discomfort.

This truly isn’t like any of my other dreams where I can wield the outcome and have fun. That valley of boredom made all my materialistic dreams come true – I had such a good time there, but it had that fakeness to it. Somehow transient, always knowing that its from one to the next without true caring for any of the experiences on any deep level. Passive in its way but rewarding.

A finished experience that left no loose ends the water rans to a trickle and I am nowhere nearer to getting out. Breaking anything in this palace would be an impossibility for I would not dare destroy something so radiant and perfect.

There must be a peaceful way out, but the answer is one I will have to find through greater journeys through my soul.

As I think that I hear a turning of gears and somewhere a door must be opening.

The mirrors reflect someone that cannot find an exit and I stop to gather my thoughts and align my intention with finding out how to be rid of this torturing existence.

Smashing a mirror and cutting my throat is a thought that flashes somewhere in one of the distorted mirrors and I disregard such a childish way out – one has to be so certain that that’s how it should end before even giving that more thought.

Meditating I centre and choose a path that finally leads me to a shadowy impasse between great towering mirrors where I leave, elated and relieved.

I have never been so happy to see that dark staircase.