This is a record of my second active imagination session.
I envisioned myself in a garden, holding a shovel. Scooping up the dry earth, the shovel soon met metal. I opened an iron door leading to a long passage lit by soft glowing bulbs. Descending into the depths, I came upon a library where I met my guide once more.
Radiant in her flowing gown, watching with her many eyes. In her hand was a book I knew not. Up winding stairs she led me, our feet soon leaving stone behind. We flew among the stars faster than light itself until we came to rest upon a small planet. My guide reclined, eating an apple as we spoke.
What is my purpose?
“What do you believe it to be?”
I considered a moment.
To become better at loving others, I suppose.
She tilted her head. “And do you believe your purpose is confined solely to the earth?”
At this, I fell silent. After taking a bite of fruit, I looked to the nearby star as it began to pull us in with terrific force. Frightened, I resisted until it released us.
Then my guide underwent a horrific transformation—her face melted away, her mouth stretching open in a ghastly scream as she hovered over me, eyes black as night. Her dress whipped about wildly as she gestured at me in unbridled fury. I was consumed by terror, even opening my physical eyes to escape the nightmare. But I steeled myself and spoke:
No! I wish to understand why you brought me here. I love you and desire to learn. Please, tell me!
At this, her appearance returned to normal. She threw herself upon the ground, weeping pitifully. I embraced her and said again that I loved her. Sitting up, a smile returned to her face. “Okay,” she said brightly. Confused, I asked:
You were so angry with me, and then you cried. Why?
“I was angry with you?” she asked.
Well...I suppose you are my soul. So I am angry and sad.
“Yes."
And you were pointing at me, so I'm directing this fury at myself.
"Yes. Your purpose is to heal."
How do I accomplish that? I asked desperately.
First she danced about gracefully, her dress billowing. Then she looked to the star.
“It is not nearly as frightening as your pain.”
It was an easy to decision then, when it resumed its pull, to allow my self to be consumed.
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Here is a woefully inadequate depiction of my anima, by me. More artwork will come as I delve further on this endless quest towards wholeness.
