Weeks passed and I think I made some progress, I can feel which doors make sense to go through, which items to pick up, what to eat and where to sleep.

I am developing this sense for what to do.

Another thing I have noticed is that I do not feel alone anymore, not entirely, but its like ghosts are with me. Friendly ghosts.

Of course this makes me weary, yet I do not feel as though their a danger.

What I have come to realize is that this place is shaping up to be giant depiction of my own mind.

The only way to get beyond it is to figure it out and give myself the gift of being in unity with a finished mind that can surpass this world.

This thought makes me wonder, so I meditate on it to get a better feel. Days go past as I refine this sense and to my surprise the ghosts somehow become more as though their material.

At least in their feel.

I must be going mad.

Stemming the paranoia, I somehow get the notion that I can ascend some steps into a new door. To see if I am right I go up some stairs laboriously, but find a door with a blood marking on it, yet there is a soft red glow that emanates through the cracks at the sides.

I go in…

The square room with wooden floor has a crouched figure in the middle of it, seemingly suffering. It is a woman that grabs my hand vigorously as I come close enough.

She raises her head and looks deep into my eyes, and I can feel her pain.

The woman: ‘You must know this place is a journey of the soul – you will find treasure and tumultuous grief in here but it will deliver you into a whole state in due time.

Know that time is determined by you and only you and your meandering will take its toll – so will your unknowing, demoralization and complacency.

I can merely give you hints, so the rest you have to figure out for yourself, so go and take even more time for yourself than before, venture through doors as you please, yet know that your own TRUE intention shapes what you experience.

So please be careful with yourself – kind and endearing. For there is no other way you will survive without falling again and again into backlashes, recurring ailments and the lowest perceptions of yourself.

Meeting me is the first step in many a battle and I wish leave you with a note that hopefully perplexes and relieves at the same time: Eventhough we are depicted and divided into light and dark, this does not mean we are not the ineffably the two sides of the same coin.’

With that she vanished into thin air. Spooky, terrifying, relieving, humbling and admiring.

Exiting the room I feel as though I now have some greater direction – I will venture through every door that feels right until I can find Leeza or the others so I can get back to this beautiful world I had come to know.

It might take some reshaping of my mind and spirit but I will get the job done.

If I had something to celebrate this victory with I would, but I guess all I can do is relax in the most comfortable spot I can find…