What have you seen, heard, or touched today, that you have never encountered in your life before? The well of new things to see and do gradually runs dry as we get older. A ‘first’ (a virginal sight or sound, etc) is like a rare butterfly sighting. But this can all be changed, for we have an amazing power-tool called the imagination. By using the imagination we can invent, create, even lie to ourselves and discover ‘firsts’ (new inputs).

Why should I want to invent or create?pizap.com15670987476612

Briefly, we are all familiar with the ‘fight or flight’ phenomenon. Imagine that one night you witness an alien craft landing on marshes; a hatch opens and a two-headed skeletal creature with wings and two sets of red eyes floats towards you. From the tiny hairs on the back of your neck to the beating of your heart, a full-scale chemical avalanche showers the brain, body, and soul. It might be that prior to the spaceship sighting your life had been little more than a robotic existence; so this ‘encounter of the third kind’ induces a very rude awakening. You will remember the UFO sighting for the rest of your life. The brain is jogged by a major event – something new and/or absurd. Children live in a world of absurdity, they have yet to see and know it all; for them, there still exists skeletons in cupboards, fairies at the bottom of the garden, and Santa Claus in Lapland! This newness, ‘firsts’, is unlike normal brain energy; general run-of-the-mill brain stuff doesn’t require extra attention, but absurdity does. Think strongly enough about the alien craft and the alien being, and shortly the child-like buzz will rush through your veins. A new idea enters the brain (pure essence of mind) and has no friends (matching data); it is an absurd/new concept. Your eyes can hardly keep up with children playing in a playground because they are full to the brim with biological energy. Children, because all is new/absurd to them, ceaselessly convert virginal sensory input into energy (pure essence of mind). The more energy the child expends the more the body reproduces. The child perpetually sees new, and burns energy to leave room for more newness.

Contemplate for a few minutes on the following example:

‘A passenger plane with bird wings, legs, and feet.’


I imagine slowing down my heart beat.  I allow time for my breathing to fall deep and rhythmic, like baby breathing.  I become still and peaceful: the perfect inner setting for meditation.


I recite (verbally or mentally), ‘I am 11 (any age) years old, happy and healthy’, and imagine breathing lungs with the elasticity and expansion capacity of 11-year old me… I note  my abdominal organs are in peak condition, as at age 11… I mentally sit behind my eyes and visualize brilliant-white healing vapor disbursing flecks in my eyes, and picture pulling the retina muscles taunt to improve my eyesight, subsequently, I see as well as at age 11… I turn my attention to the instrument of hearing. I visualize  sowing seeds to grow new hair cells of the inner ear, subsequently, I hear as well as when at age 11… I send brilliant-white healing vapor to olfactory cells. The vapor disposes of polyps and nasal congestion, allowing me to smell the world as well as at age 11. I slowly come out of meditation and gently stretch.

Visit your ‘Inner Pharmacy’ and in meditation visualize yourself back to the fitness of 11-year old you. Believing is the beginning of all healing.



The Crane

In this visualization, whilst sitting on a chair, I outstretch my arms (wings) and make up and down stokes while envisaging myself as a flying crane. I breathe in and out, in sync with my arms (wings).  I see clearly my brilliant-white downy wings and the long length and width of them. I observe my soft white feathered head and thin red beak. My long legs lifelessly dangled during flight.

I spot a woman throwing pieces of bread out of a lighthouse window, and fly speedily to catch the scraps before the greedy gulls. I notice, in my haste, I move my arms (wings) in a new way; instead of raising and lowering the full length of my arms, which soon creates aching, I use circular movements of the balls of my shoulders, which is less tiring and adds stronger wing power.

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I settle on the black jagged rocks at the foot of the lighthouse, and peck at black hard-shelled muscles; foamy waves crash against the rocks. I fly to shore and stand with other cranes, pecking my white plumage (shoulders and chest). The new wing movements are a great shoulder and deep breathing exercise. The plumage pecking exercises the neck muscles. With regular practice I discovered I felt my wings and joyed the sensation of flying.


Inner Master Visualization

Today I used exaggerated detail to bring my guided imagery to life. I started my journey at the riverside. I visualized blades of wet grass, soggy soil under my feet, and tried to feel the sensation of wet grass on my toes and soggy soil under my feet. I pictured clover, buttercups, daisies, and trees dripping with morning dew. I saw the gliding green-blue river carrying twigs, water skaters, leaves, and other objects, and above the river surface I saw a kingfisher dive into the river and fly out of the water with a huge silver fish in its beak. It swallowed the fish whole. A fox came up to me with her 5 cubs and allowed me to stroke them. I spend a couple of minutes stroking the vixen and her cubs.

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At the stepping stone, on the other side of the river bank, I spotted my inner master. He stood smiling at me. He was wearing a yellow satin long jacket. He stood emblazoned in a white-yellow aura. He walked off into the wood. I carefully hopped over the wet slippery stepping stones. I allowed myself to be immersed in a slow spinning turquoise whirlpool. I enjoyed swimming in the warm water against the bubbling spin of the mint smelling whirlpool.

I entered the wood. I saw lots of red, and magnolia mushrooms growing at the foot of tree trunks, and a clearing populated with glazed buttercups, and groups of bluebells in bright green grass. I came to a large clearing. A great white light shone. A chocolate colored cabin appeared in the clearing. All the animals of the forest came to greet me, a rabbit, a badger, and blue and gold birds settled on me; a cartoon-y looking snake rubbed himself against me with a big friendly smile and I allowed him to lick my hand.

My Inner Master greeted me. He embraced me. I felt his unconditional love pouring through me like an electric current.  I sat down at the log fireside.  He handed me a tin mug with green tea in it.  I tried to smell the aroma of the scented tea and the fumes of the burning logs.

He suggested I should try to visualize the smell of 10 items, e.g., a rose, coffee, mustard, etc.   He added I should repeat the operation with sound, e. g., the cracking noise of burning wood, the sound of the soughing wind rustling through the leaves, teeming rain, and so on. When he finished talking I said my goodbyes and left my inner guide. I retraced my steps though the wood, over the stepping stones and back to where I started at the riverside.

I returned to the physical world in my usual fashion.