That magical arena, that place where you feel totally in touch . . .
Gather up every shred of evidence that makes you you, and GO there.
Car, boat, plane, or close your eyes. Touch the mist. Hear the sounds. See the Magic. Sense the perfection. Feed there. Luxuriate there. Make it your place.
Rejuvenate. Let it wash you clean. Let it wash your mind.
Contemplate perfect contentment. Settle for nothing but the highest and most subtle conscious energy.
Don’t look for what you want . . .
find that pure you.
The Infinite 