Once upon a Trip

This is the prompt from Sunday Scribblings:

When in your life did you feel the most powerful? Was it childhood? College? Now? What is that feeling like; what does it mean? Do you have power over your own life, or are you not feeling that so much these days? If you don't want to get serious, you might imagine superhero powers, and what you would do with them.

And this is my response:


I was invited to a meditation class where a group of people, under the tutelage of a local psychic, were investigating various aspects of metaphysics. In a stranger's house we sat in the living room and visualized the contents and their location in a closed room at the other end of the house. Individually and silently, we wrote the scene as we imagined it. Stunned at the accuracy of the 'observations' I decided to attend the next session.

About three-quarters of the way through a guided meditation...I'm not sure I can do this next part justice but I'll try...I literally left myself in the overstuffed chair, morphed into a white, glittery and iridescent chubby little grub-like worm with big blue eyes, extraordinarily long eyelashes and filmy wings. I flew, flew and flew to the Caribbean and swooped low near the sea surface east of Tulum. Looking into the ocean, I saw manta rays, lazing dolphins, sand sharks and groupers.

When I grew weary of the beauty, I returned to my chair. After that flight, I was able to lose fear of nearly everything except spiders and snakes.

Lighthouse pen-and-ink sketch, bookmark
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