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Crossing the Border

The machine turned black as the power

went out. Slowly returning to our natural

origin of birth.

My mind went blank. White. A tabula rasa of

sorts. Now she said as we entered the field of our

own existence. The familiar pulsing sensations

that made its way through my body pushed me forward

into this strange world.

Rotating fields of energy greeted me on this

new plane. As if entering a new universe opened

up both body, mind and soul. So did it expand our

certain sense of who we are as individuals.

There is a certain acknowledgment of discovering

the strange and abnormal, without leaving one's

place. But through the act of leaving the body,

and using one's mind to achieve new boundaries,

our souls enhance in ways we cannot comprehend.

May Jeff Buckley's soul and song live on...

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May 15, 2012
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