An example of my creative writing (I follow a Druid/Celtic pagan pathway) -
Expectations
I find it difficult to meditate -
But when the unexpected happens it all seems worth it!
I was advised to picture -To mentally visualise a ball
A bright, shining, metallic ball. A focus for my psychic energy
So I did.
There within my mind
Reflected on the curtain of my eyelids
Grew a ball
A bright shining ball - but
Supported by a hand.
A strong, human, disembodied hand
And so - my visualised ball became an orb,
Royal and precious,
Surrounded with a mystery all its own.
The next time I tried it
There was the ball again
Shining much as before
An almost amorphous shape of indeterminate size
Resting in -
A nest of flames this time.
Creating at a stroke -
A phoenix rising in reincarnation
A little extra to my expectations perhaps.
I was advised to enter my sacred grove
A vision of grass and trees
Perhaps animals, birds and insects.
Listen for the sounds, the wind, the murmurings of life
Look for the colours, feel the earth beneath me
I looked and there it was - just as I expected
Except for the bearded man
Who appeared between the oaks
And beckoned me to follow,
Along the path that really should not have been there.
They advised me to picture a growing, glowing light
Enveloping by degrees all parts of my body
Starting with my toes and flowing upwards
Until I was shining, radiant
Bright beneath a cone of power -
Which was not what I expected.
Physically I was relaxed,
Mentally I was shining,
Psychically I was protected.
Someone, somewhere is trying to tell me something
And when they do
I expect it will be totally unexpected.