Breaking out

Resting after my yoga practise today (yesterday, if one’s being picky with the hours), I didn’t journey per se, but I was given a quite odd experience.

I was being pulled down a long (superlong) sort of pipe made of Earth. It was tight and dark, but the speed of being pulled was uncomfortably fast.

What was really odd about this were several things, really.

For one; this was nothing like falling down the pitch black pit where I have spent too much time during depressions. This was, while dark, still slightly light – I could see the dirt on the walls of this “pipe”. Also, it felt differently being pulled through it, rather than falling down.

The other odd thing was what happened when I reached some sort of “end” in that pipe.

I saw myself (must’ve been – who else) clawing and digging myself out, from beneath loads of dirt. I never really saw my own face, but I knew it was me. I also never saw myself come out of the dirt, but I still knew it was me.

I don’t know where this came from. I don’t know why I was shown this. I have no idea what it means.

I’ve been meaning to journey with my drum for couple of days – and perhaps I should, to find out what this is all about.

The only thing that comes to mind is some sort of.. I don’t know, ensurance that while it may be hard work, I can get out of the whole of nothing where I’ve been for so long.

A new re-birth, of sorts (again).