Guided Binaural Raft
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Burning, in the dark of night, when all the fires have dimmed. In that unbroken silence and thick soup of black fog – once the realm of my childhood fears – I welcome every licking flame, every phantom ray of energy, to burn away the unwelcome dream. Raging passion of desire consumes all rationale – for this dream is yet undreamt and touches me with such infinitesimal caresses it is as if I am paralysed; frozen with fear for what might just be lurking around the nearing corner. Turning, in the face of death, back to mightier things: considering immortal variegated Gods, and virgin white apparitions materialised with feathered wings. Seeking for their touch or blessed kiss with which to become resurrected. Leaning on the strange mans voice who whispers in weird tones affirmations for my soul – accompanied by the amplified purr of a cat! I must love myself and believe him. Without at least this binaural raft I might be lost forever burning. © Allen Ansell 2008, 2023
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