This morning, during meditation, I found embedded and obscured within the dense plasmic debris of my psyche, a glimmer of a sword in stone.
Reaching out with my awareness, I grabbed the weighty hilt, and by strain of will wrenched it free. There, revealed to me indeed, a mighty and glorious weapon, with a point so sharp it seemed that it could cut through to the heavens, and an edge so bright that it blinded my vision.
For a time I marveled at its weight, its balance, and form - when suddenly - volcanic sparks erupted and whirled in a desperate frenzy; clawing its way out of the left side of my abdomen were these hot electric fire-like tendrils that flailed and writhed in fear of my newfound might, of the sword itself, which, by some demand of its own - by some instinct for blood and order to defend…
