Playing Fair and Being Kind

MY TRIP INTO SELF TRANCE

I am going to go into a trance for the first time. I am going to do this with no previous experience. I hope that this is not a one-way trip. I am lying down with my feet separated and my arms are at my side. I am focusing on one spot on the ceiling.

I notice the light, my eyes are focused, everything around me fades. I am drawn into that one spot on the ceiling. The music is fading and growing as I focus. My eyes are focused deeper into one spot. My eyes are heavy and so heavy that I cannot keep them open. I resist, I notice the spot texture and color shift. My eyes close and the lids touch down gently. My cheeks relax as does the chin and the brow. My right arm is too heavy to lift. It sinks into the carpet under me. My tensions leave my right arm.

My left arm is very heavy now. It sinks and gets heavier I cannot lift it. Both arms are so heavy, too loose, limp, and tired. I count to three, one, two, three and I open my eyes to focus on that spot again. My eyes are getting heavier again, they melt into my face and I can see inward all the way to my toes.

My arms are still too heavy to lift. Too, too heavy to lift. No way can I lift them. I relax to accept the heaviness of my arms and now my legs feel heavy. The left leg is too heavy to lift, I cannot move it. The right leg sinks into the carpet and then I cannot move it. The muscles are too weak to move. My eyelids are still too heavy, my cheeks, my jaw are totally relaxed.

I test the eyelids to see if I can move them. I cannot.

One, two, three; I open the eyes easily. Test complete. Now the relaxing comes back to create hypnosis and I have heavy eyelids again, my inner voice floats in and out of my awareness. I relax more and more. I float deeper into the carpet and one, two, three I open my eyes to see that the spot and I are at peace with each other. I hear my inner voice take me back into the carpet. I relax again; one, two, three.

I see a doorway ahead of me and I approach it. I go up to it. I will step through; one, two, three…I step through the doorway. My mind drifts through with me. I choose to heal a part of me now. I choose to grow another head. This is no laughing matter. I should not have chosen that. I feel another head growing off my left shoulder. Too late. I cannot feel my head but I can feel the new head. Too late. I cannot come out of this state of trance. Too late, I am gone but I have a new head. Two of them in fact. I am relaxed and lying on the carpet with heavy arms and heavy legs with two heads. Neither head wants to do anything. All four eyes are heavy and closed and I don’t care. Tell my friends I didn’t mean to do this.

G. M. Goodwin

6-11-2016