Bending Reality

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    jjl it's not just transportation, it's a lifestyle

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    jjl it's not just transportation, it's a lifestyle

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    Got a story?
    Let's have it then.
    I might have a few more myself...
     
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    jjl it's not just transportation, it's a lifestyle

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    One morning when I was in my mid-twenties, I sank into meditation, for about a half hour. I didn't meditate very often even though I knew how. I just didn't have the time to quiet my mind that way back then.
    After some moments, I found myself in a room. It was sort of primitive adobe.
    There was a fire/BBQ pit burning in the center of the room.
    I was speaking to a small brown-skinned woman. She was complaining about her children, her son, primarily I think.
    The air was thinner.
    I could smell the smoke inside the room from the burning stone grill.
    It was chilly even with the fire.
    There was another person in the room. A small man stood in the corner, smiling and nodding quietly.
    It felt so reaI, I forgot I was in meditation.
    I was answering the lady earnestly, even though I had absolutely no experience raising children.
    I told her something along the lines of "Boys will be boys", or that teens were difficult to raise.
    Maybe when I said it I realized I had no experience to back up what I was saying.
    Or maybe I realized I was saying it in Spanish, which is too poor for me to comprende much of it.
    Either way, all at once I realized that I was in an unfamiliar place and not where I had started my day.
    I panicked and returned to my NYC living room.
    I was tearful that day.
    Off balance.
    Because I had no idea of what I had just done or how I had done it.
    I didn't even know where I had gone to.
    But it was a real place.
    I had felt the chill and smelled the smoke.
    The air was thin so it had to be the mountains.
    Was it another dimension? Was it in the past? The future?
    The experience threw me so completely, that it would be another decade before I would attempt meditation again.
    Sometime in the late 90s I found myself in that same room with that same couple.
    https://blazingzade.wordpress.com/2017/02/26/all-roads-lead-to-mitla/
     
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