100 days

A new year. I start with a hundred days of mediation. So far, so good. There have been moments, already. Nothing a hardened materialist would find convincing, mind. But then, moments enough to encourage this slightly kooky Mancunian.

I heard a voice. Female. Clear as a bell. Crystal clear. Elemental in nature. “Forgive me.”

There is nothing I can do with that. For now. Other than to note the experience.

Alice. The name that keeps coming to my attention.

Alice. I wonder. I dream. Oh, how I dream when I observe a daily practice. Lucid to the max.

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