Sometimes I see the most beautiful geometric landscapes infinitely morphing--very vivid. Mostly figures and faces morphing. I blank all emotional reaction and just wonder about them.
Once, I saw an iris, and I just concentrated on it. Eventually I went through it and on the other side, was a small table, an open book and a candle--somehow I knew what it meant. Never believed it though, until I received a great deal more education.
One thing I still do not understand. Why is it opened to me? That does not make sense.
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