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He enjoyed travelling
Through interdimensional portals,
But he did not like
The lack of control
And haphazard nature
Of trying to travel
Through interdimensional portals
By using hallucinogenic drugs.
So he threw away
His magic basidiomycetes,
Or magic toadstools,
Or magic mushrooms,
Or whatever they were called,
And he threw away
His cannabis
And he threw away
His LSD.
And he started to enjoy travelling
Through interdimensional portals,
By using meditation instead.
And it worked.
With meditation
The interdimensional travelling
Was more controlled
And less haphazard than before,
And it cost less.
And by careful breathing
And focused intention
He found
He could avoid
Bad trips
Completely.
And then,
Somewhat unexpectedly,
Early one morning,
While he was on one
Of his interdimensional journeys,
He learned something that
He had not realised before:
What we on Earth call sleep,
On other planets,
And in other star systems,
Is called meditation.
.......................
I am the Moon
No such thing
A dream is a portal
More Norfolk koans
Give it a try
It was the fluid energy of meditation which he liked ....
Meditation - the direct encounter
Meditation is a spiritual exercise which aligns the physical brain with the soul
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