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Sitting cross legged on her yoga mat, she focused on her breathing….in and out through her nose, feeling each breath travel down into her solar plexus.
In front of her sat a small unscented tealight. Its flame offered her a focal point, if she should need it.
Calmly, she closed her eyes and gave herself permission to relax.
In and out…in and out…in and out.
Silence…stillness.
In her mind's eye, a hidden door came into view. It was a beautiful, varnished oak door with a polished brass door knob. It was a small door. Dare she open it?
Her heartbeat increased before she stole a few moments to gaze into the small candle's dancing flame.
She refocused her breathing; she refocused her mind.
In her mind's eye, she reached out to turn the doorknob. The door swung inwards, revealing a long corridor lined with identical doors.
Remaining calm, she visualised herself walking slowly step by step, breath by breath, down the narrow hallway.
Was that noises she could hear coming from behind some of the closed doors?
It was her memories, both good and bad, that were restless behind their doors.
Focusing on her breath, she kept going. The corridor stretched on and on.
She recognised some of the memories from the sounds escaping from behind the closed doors. Some made her smile; some brought tears to her closed eyes and made her throat involuntarily tighten.
The small flame from the tealight flickered and danced unseen as she visualised walking past all the doors.
Voices from her past and present guided her on her meditative journey.
In her heart, she knew what she was seeking.
Eventually, she stopped, pausing in front of one of the doors. Silence flooded her mind.
Sub-consciously her hand reached out in front of her as she visualised opening the door.
It opened with ease. Cautiously, she took a step inside the room beyond. A voice whispered into her ear, "Welcome to Understanding. We've been waiting to welcome you."
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