Startling out of bed there seemed to be vibrant powerful and colourful energy running through me; I somewhat dizzily stood up from my couch and unbalancedly got to my feet.

Shovveling yoghurt filled muesli down my throat, I found somewhere in a cupboard/fridge, I had a thousand thoughts running through my brain. I had to get to a specific door.

Fast paced music was running in the background of my mind.

I hurried through the depressing vortex, who’s horrific vibes did not hurt me, this time I was immune as long as I got to that door that’s been pulling me this morning.

I saw it.

At the end of a long corridor littered with dark doors on its side, there was a green-yellowing glowing and zip-zapping door that shone with beautiful light.

As if in some time warp I ripped it open at the end of my sprint and jumped in with tremendous vigor.
Time stood still as I hovered in an expanse that seemed brim full with energy.

Hitting the floor in a pulse it felt as though every heartbeat of mine resonated energy outside, which returned to me tenfold. I was strong here, nothing would break me.

In exhuberance I could perform a meditation in movement, where the music guided my movements. A compelling dance that spilled into a space of electronica.

Sensations I never felt as powerfully before, the voices in the music were resonant and vibrations echoed against eachother – it was as though I were within a visualizer that was booming to the best music I had ever heard.

Each explosion of the beat sending out energy throughout this confined system, which in turn reverberated into a mesmerizing conflux of ecstasy.

My previous meditations had been in near silence. Because I know that silence is golden, but in my perception; there is a time for something more motivating and empowering.

This mental place that I have warped my mind into – or which this plane has made of me is nearly something I wish to not escape from. I don’t feel like leaving unless I run out of “physical” energy.
Dancing until im tired and never until im tired of dancing.

These moments make me wonder why people combine war with peace in some kind of fighting meditation that has to do with combat. Some things will never make sense to me.

Luckily time stood still and I burst on and on until I woke up once again somewhere familiar – not knowing whether this door episode was a dream or one of these visionary missions I put myself of every time I get the motivation from this spiralling place I call home nowadays…