#Scene: Lifelike Movie

Imagine falling asleep, finding yourself aware you are inside a dream. Now imagine a song; one that speaks to your mind and body and soul. One that moves your body, shuts your mind and connects the fragments of your soul. It is the soundtrack for the dream scene. It is loud and penetrating and everywhere; inside the air.

Imagine how it feels, to witness your body being controlled by the sound. It feels that you are the one controlling the destiny of the melody. See how the environment moves, how it ebbs and flows, because of you. You are the conductor and you are the music. You are making all this happen. You are creating and in total surrender to the effects. You are because of it.

The background whooshes to the front. It passes through you like thunder. In every move, in every thought, with every breath you take you are full. You have purpose. You mean.

Let her fall asleep. She will be in control. Her mind completely aware and remembers everything you told it. The knowing of everything is there. It is accessible. Her heart is opened. There is no sense of Self. All there is- is only one thing: freedom.

She raises her arms above her in a sudden. The music erupts all around. It is everywhere, inside her. It is the wind, tearing away. She stands firm, takes it in. The music is context. Her voice is power. She cries a cry of a beginning, middle and endless ends. There is no time, it is on loop. There is no up or down. There is no ground. She is in the void, and she dances.

She knows this feeling. It is hers. She remembers feeling it; the absence of fear, the freedom she only knows. Her mind connects thoughts then it clicks, and she’s inside a memory that might have happened. She is dancing, center stage. She is absolutely alone and everybody’s watching her. The energies gather into her center. It is clear she is elsewhere. She is a god. She is the vortex.

Imagine falling asleep, finding yourself aware you are inside a dream. Now imagine a song; one that speaks to your mind and body and soul. One that moves your body, shuts your mind and connects the fragments of your soul. It is the soundtrack for the dream scene. It is loud and penetrating and everywhere; inside the air.

Imagine how it feels, to witness your body being controlled by the sound. It feels that you are the one controlling the destiny of the melody. See how the environment moves, how it ebbs and flows, because of you. You are the conductor and you are the music. You are making all this happen. You are creating and in total surrender to the effects. You are because of it.

The background whooshes to the front. It passes through you like thunder. In every move, in every thought, with every breath you take you are full. You have purpose. You mean.

Let her fall asleep. She will be in control. Her mind completely aware and remembers everything you told it. The knowing of everything is there. It is accessible. Her heart is opened. There is no sense of Self. All there is- is only one thing: freedom.

She raises her arms above her in a sudden. The music erupts all around. It is everywhere, inside her. It is the wind, tearing away. She stands firm, takes it in. The music is context. Her voice is power. She cries a cry of a beginning, middle and endless ends. There is no time, it is on loop. There is no up or down. There is no ground. She is in the void, and she dances.

She knows this feeling. It is hers. She remembers feeling it; the absence of fear, the freedom she only knows. Her mind connects thoughts then it clicks, and she’s inside a memory that might have happened. She is dancing, center stage. She is absolutely alone and everybody’s watching her. The energies gather into her center. It is clear she is elsewhere. She is a god. She is the vortex.