Meditating today, my mind wandered in blackness. Meditation has become a regular practice for me. It is recommended by the ancient religions and is both calming and profound.

As I sat, released control and expectation, and followed my breath, in my mind’s eye I came upon a hazy cloud of light.

“The pale heart!,” jumped into my mind.

“The Garden has a pale heart! Of course! Just like the dark heart!” And I knew that until today whenever I had meditated, that darkness had always been the dark heart controlling my access to the Universal Consciousness.

I moved my focus to the patch of grey and was pleasantly surprised to be enveloped in a cloud of soft light. There was a single dark speck swimming in the distance. So I followed it, as it could have been the entrance or exit of a tunnel.

I could not catch it. But the light grew brighter. It flashed a bit around me - the cloud - like lightning in fog, but with less violence.

I lost the black speck, but I didn’t care because lightness was surrounding me and growing in intensity. Swirls of peach and purple suffusing the grey.

Then suddenly I saw an ancient tree. It was blazing white against the misty backdrop. It had thousands? millions? of branches. It was crystal clear.

I understood it to be concepts. Sankhya. The tree of life, with its nested definitions from which our souls manifest reality.

As quickly as it came into focus, it was gone.

The mist is like that, you see. It is the unfocused reality of things that could be, but are not, known to me. Sometimes, when allowed to roam free, my mind will identify something and present it to me in a symbolic form I can grasp.

Usually the mist is minimal. Light is infrequent. Often these days, it resolves into floating meaningless sigil somewhat like those used in Enochian. Usually grey against black. Nothing as vivid as today.

I explored a bit more. But then my alarm rang. Time for the session was over.