The Haunting of the First Void

The quiet is so big and vast and empty. A sense of unease begins to cloud the open empty field.

The field is now an old house. Pieces of your hurt ego are watching through the windows. Where did they come from? Hadn’t you already freed them?

You close the blinds, but they start knocking on the doors. They’re everywhere, trying to get in. The more you resist them, the louder and more terrifying they become.

You change your approach, open the doors and welcome them in. Embrace them all. Showing them how safe they are in the stillness. The stillness is safety. Sitting together you all feel the beauty and honesty within the stillness. This is truth.

This house feels like a place of internal war. The compulsions and hurt ego verses the stillness and anchored sense of safety.

This addiction to stimulus is real. All of those monsters secretly live within this addiction. Moving through it will end the haunting….. Yet you’re somehow attached to the comfort of the familiar and the monsters that haunt you.

It’s time to let them go, they deserve to be free. You walk out the front door of the house, back into the field. The hurt pieces follow, happily running off into the distance.

You sit back down in the middle of the vastness. Learning to feel the comfort within the deafening stillness. Reestablishing a firm foundation of safety within the void.

Oscillating between two realities.