you saw your aura - big whoop
it was there. one inch thick surrounding your body reflected in the mirror, full length. unflickering. white light, just like that of a bright winter day. the edge neither sharp nor blunt - merely defining you. your aura.
you’ve been meditating for six years. started easy. breathing. then followed daily guided meditations - being completely still, finding your center, looking back at your center.
moved on. found more focused meditations. moving the seat of attention around the body, ‘effortless mindfulness’, loving-kindness.
for someone who is closed off emotionally, meditation has helped, but it’s like putting the cart before the horse.
what’s the point of being so laser-focused. so intent that your body resists the barest trace of emotion.
it’s like a witch who gathers herbs, chants, sweats through incantations - and all she gets is a puff of smoke on the floor.
undeterred, you researched some more, lengthened your existing meditations, experimented with hours of doing nothing but letting thoughts roam.
you finally found one esoteric meditation that might be worth trying - a form of mirror meditation.
after a week, you gave it a try. sat on your special cushion in front of the mirror. set your timer. grounded.
you looked only at your dominant eye. not easy. it took ten minutes before you could hold gaze for more than four seconds.
you were supposed to see your face change. meld. it did - to a certain extent. but then you noticed the light.
nothing. no realization of self. no movement to a higher plane. just a faint and steady intellectual curiosity. even hours later, you don’t feel enlightened.
you gazed at yourself without flinching. you were rewarded with a light show.