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Right here is a bit of path working I figured out a awhile back, I used it as a guided meditation for a friend, but you can just as well use it in hypnosis or even record it and play it back to yourself.
Here it is, and do tell me if you have any luck with it!
You open your eyes to find yourself in a warm spring in a candle lit cave. You feel the warmth of the water cleanse you of any thoughts and negativity you may still have. It’s reviving you to go on the journey ahead. You slowly get out of the pool and find a soft fluffy towel on the side and dry yourself down. Next to where the towel was, you see a pile of cloths, neatly folded. You put them on. Make sure you notice what you have put on, this will be how you are perceived when you travel. You leave the cave and find yourself on a trail in a forest. There is sunshine dappled through the leaves and you can hear bird song. Everything seems vibrant with life and straingley famillier.
As you make your way along the trail, the trees start to thin out. You see a field in front of you with lush green grass. Theres a large house in the field. You approach it, realizing some parts are decrepit and desolate. But other parts are in good shape. You approach the house and take in the view. You find a plaque on the door saying it’s the house of your subconscious. You open the door and step inside. You are in a large hall with doors and coridoors leading off it, and a central staircase leading to an overlooking gallery with yet more doors leading off. You go forward to the center of the hall, then something happens;
A clockwise spinning vortex comes up from the floor forming a portal.
Everything flickers between scenes and things stabilize with a round doorway in front of you with a symbol on it. Take a close look and remember it.
The door opens away from you towards a dark quiet alleyway beneath a murky dismal sky.
A tall cloaked figure gestures theatrically urging you to walk through.
What does he look like? This is your guide for this journey.
He walks you through desolate streets, all windows closed up. Everyone and everything apart from him seems frightened, and stifled in an oppressive atmosphere, but his presence makes you feel safe.
He takes you to an underground passage and explains that he’s taking you to see your enemies, and that you’re going to see the things that they’re afraid of.
As he walks you through strange chambers of arched sandstone walls, you start to see things out of the corner of your eyes. You pick up strange, elegant and beautiful impressions from all around you.
Some of them feel like memories. Take some time to look around you and take in what is there.
As you walk the passageways open out into wider grey walled chambers; space seems to ripple and change slightly. It seems that you’re moving into a subtly different dimension, where the stuff of reality has more play with the stuff of dreams.
Exuding a strange charisma that seems to awaken you to seeing and sensing and feeling more than you did, the tall figure tells you to prepare to see your enemies, your own personal rogues gallery.
The roof opens out to a dull twilight up ahead, and rows of what look like wax works stretch out in front of you. The nearest ones look familiar, then you realise it isn’t people it’s parts of yourself, parts of other people, given shape and being. With your heightened senses you can perceive their hatred and their persecution of thoughts and ideas. There misguided actions and selfish acts. There cares and there lies.
Some of these thoughts and ideas were yours.
Others were meant for you, but you were prevented from hearing them.
Others still were the truth you wanted to know in times when you were lied to, deceived or kept in the dark. Now it all seems to slot into place, you can now see it outside of you, all together like the blueprints to some intricate machine.
Although they seem almost frozen into mannequins, they emanate oppressive rumbles against your freedom and your freedom of thought.
A thousand failing tactics of censorship and suppression spew forth in an ugly slur of unworthy insults and threats and then thousands more.
A guttural soundscape of the worlds greatest compliments - insults from fools!
You watch them with growing enlightenment towards all this, sensing and understanding the motives and inertia’s which make them do this.
With each insight comes working understanding of these processes of suppression and denial.
The tall figure tells you that they can not kill ideas, and "that which does not kill us makes us stronger"
Around the wax work figures, flitting lights of freedom become visible, out of their reach, the freedom they tried to control or deny, the ideas and wisdom they tried to kill.
The hostile rumble grows uglier with frustration as the dancing streams of freedom grow brighter and more vibrant, tormenting their persecutors, each of them surrounded in a personal hell made of freedom that they tried to control.
The bright tendrils reach out to each other, joining and dancing and hybridising in a swirling mass of evolving idea.
The wax works grow twisted with impotent hatred, groaning and crumbling as the living creature of freedom merges into a vast sea of living confidence. Swirling tentacles of radiant freedom sweep around as the wax works turn in on themselves collapsing into stumps and melting into pools of nothing.
Demon to some, Angel to us, the tall figure tells you that this is your own personal angel of freedom, your genius in the garden of delights.
Watch as the angel grows brighter and livelier, pulsing with ever changing patterns and fractal forms of freedom flow within.
It reaches out towards you and it gives you a bold symbol for itself, and it gives you a name for itself.
As you soak in the blessings and wisdom and qualities of your angel, it lights up the world and the sky around you.
Setting you free to understand and to find your way, and at the same time making you humble, with room in your psyche for awe and wonder.
Behind the mask, you can feel the tall figure smiling.
He tells you that you have begun to move like a domino in a chain, but there is still more work to be done.
He points into the distance towards an oppressive citidel
It is up to you now to find uses for your angel, your new spirit ally; it has brightened your world already, and every time, you use it, it will bring others closer to freedom as well, everyone in their own unique and different way.
The wall behind you flickers, and there again the round door with the symbol on it. You step through it and it closes.
The disk of the door springs eight arrows and spins again forming a portal, taking you home.
You are back in the hall still with the gift from youre angel. You make youre way up the centeral staircase and through a large double doorway into a large bedroom. There is a large table on which you put the item you were given. Then you slowly remove all your clothes and clamber into the bed sink under the duvet and close your eyes.
Here it is, and do tell me if you have any luck with it!
You open your eyes to find yourself in a warm spring in a candle lit cave. You feel the warmth of the water cleanse you of any thoughts and negativity you may still have. It’s reviving you to go on the journey ahead. You slowly get out of the pool and find a soft fluffy towel on the side and dry yourself down. Next to where the towel was, you see a pile of cloths, neatly folded. You put them on. Make sure you notice what you have put on, this will be how you are perceived when you travel. You leave the cave and find yourself on a trail in a forest. There is sunshine dappled through the leaves and you can hear bird song. Everything seems vibrant with life and straingley famillier.
As you make your way along the trail, the trees start to thin out. You see a field in front of you with lush green grass. Theres a large house in the field. You approach it, realizing some parts are decrepit and desolate. But other parts are in good shape. You approach the house and take in the view. You find a plaque on the door saying it’s the house of your subconscious. You open the door and step inside. You are in a large hall with doors and coridoors leading off it, and a central staircase leading to an overlooking gallery with yet more doors leading off. You go forward to the center of the hall, then something happens;
A clockwise spinning vortex comes up from the floor forming a portal.
Everything flickers between scenes and things stabilize with a round doorway in front of you with a symbol on it. Take a close look and remember it.
The door opens away from you towards a dark quiet alleyway beneath a murky dismal sky.
A tall cloaked figure gestures theatrically urging you to walk through.
What does he look like? This is your guide for this journey.
He walks you through desolate streets, all windows closed up. Everyone and everything apart from him seems frightened, and stifled in an oppressive atmosphere, but his presence makes you feel safe.
He takes you to an underground passage and explains that he’s taking you to see your enemies, and that you’re going to see the things that they’re afraid of.
As he walks you through strange chambers of arched sandstone walls, you start to see things out of the corner of your eyes. You pick up strange, elegant and beautiful impressions from all around you.
Some of them feel like memories. Take some time to look around you and take in what is there.
As you walk the passageways open out into wider grey walled chambers; space seems to ripple and change slightly. It seems that you’re moving into a subtly different dimension, where the stuff of reality has more play with the stuff of dreams.
Exuding a strange charisma that seems to awaken you to seeing and sensing and feeling more than you did, the tall figure tells you to prepare to see your enemies, your own personal rogues gallery.
The roof opens out to a dull twilight up ahead, and rows of what look like wax works stretch out in front of you. The nearest ones look familiar, then you realise it isn’t people it’s parts of yourself, parts of other people, given shape and being. With your heightened senses you can perceive their hatred and their persecution of thoughts and ideas. There misguided actions and selfish acts. There cares and there lies.
Some of these thoughts and ideas were yours.
Others were meant for you, but you were prevented from hearing them.
Others still were the truth you wanted to know in times when you were lied to, deceived or kept in the dark. Now it all seems to slot into place, you can now see it outside of you, all together like the blueprints to some intricate machine.
Although they seem almost frozen into mannequins, they emanate oppressive rumbles against your freedom and your freedom of thought.
A thousand failing tactics of censorship and suppression spew forth in an ugly slur of unworthy insults and threats and then thousands more.
A guttural soundscape of the worlds greatest compliments - insults from fools!
You watch them with growing enlightenment towards all this, sensing and understanding the motives and inertia’s which make them do this.
With each insight comes working understanding of these processes of suppression and denial.
The tall figure tells you that they can not kill ideas, and "that which does not kill us makes us stronger"
Around the wax work figures, flitting lights of freedom become visible, out of their reach, the freedom they tried to control or deny, the ideas and wisdom they tried to kill.
The hostile rumble grows uglier with frustration as the dancing streams of freedom grow brighter and more vibrant, tormenting their persecutors, each of them surrounded in a personal hell made of freedom that they tried to control.
The bright tendrils reach out to each other, joining and dancing and hybridising in a swirling mass of evolving idea.
The wax works grow twisted with impotent hatred, groaning and crumbling as the living creature of freedom merges into a vast sea of living confidence. Swirling tentacles of radiant freedom sweep around as the wax works turn in on themselves collapsing into stumps and melting into pools of nothing.
Demon to some, Angel to us, the tall figure tells you that this is your own personal angel of freedom, your genius in the garden of delights.
Watch as the angel grows brighter and livelier, pulsing with ever changing patterns and fractal forms of freedom flow within.
It reaches out towards you and it gives you a bold symbol for itself, and it gives you a name for itself.
As you soak in the blessings and wisdom and qualities of your angel, it lights up the world and the sky around you.
Setting you free to understand and to find your way, and at the same time making you humble, with room in your psyche for awe and wonder.
Behind the mask, you can feel the tall figure smiling.
He tells you that you have begun to move like a domino in a chain, but there is still more work to be done.
He points into the distance towards an oppressive citidel
It is up to you now to find uses for your angel, your new spirit ally; it has brightened your world already, and every time, you use it, it will bring others closer to freedom as well, everyone in their own unique and different way.
The wall behind you flickers, and there again the round door with the symbol on it. You step through it and it closes.
The disk of the door springs eight arrows and spins again forming a portal, taking you home.
You are back in the hall still with the gift from youre angel. You make youre way up the centeral staircase and through a large double doorway into a large bedroom. There is a large table on which you put the item you were given. Then you slowly remove all your clothes and clamber into the bed sink under the duvet and close your eyes.