Healing

My healing process has been slower than a three legged turtle that smokes indica weed. It doesn't help that I've added more to heal from over the past two years. People leaving my life, tough decisions, and recently confronting one of the things I've long felt responsible and guilty for. I'm told the dirty secret to hard work is its never over. The path to the best versions of us is never done. It begs the question how can I ever truly heal if life keeps throwing more mental pain at me.

My fingers, in an imaginal sphere, discharging electricity like lightning, an imbalance of energy. My fingers, here in this room, touching on the tips, chi flowing evenly between them. Energy balancing, harmonizing, in a magnetic pull. I see my mangled body in the imaginal space, degenerated from nervous illness. I pull it into balance through force of will, through meditation. I see my right hand in this room for the first time since my brain surgery. It is consistently here, but I am now exhausted. I feel as through I could collapse. I feel electric as though I am on fire. I will heal myself. I will merge my imaginal, spiritual, and corporeal bodies. I have the patience, the determination, and the knowledge. Anything is possible when your mind is under your control.