native narrative play

as i read about spiritual things, meditation, visualisation, i used my imagination and saw in my minds eye, a chalk outline me, in white on a black background, it was my energy body and I would see a white milky energy pouring over me like rain showering my body from head to toe, and as I was being cleansed it began to pool in my soles, climbing up and up through my feet, to my ankles, legs, thighs and onwards, filling this other me up, carrying all dark murky gunk and other detritus to the surface of it, moving on up until, reaching my crown it spurts out from a mammal spout, raining over me again and constantly being refreshed from a source whose force comes in constantly along the threads of a tale, as we are characters in our own story and part of a greater tapestry of life and love, stitched in time, stitched up, here, one strand coming from below to attach to our tail bone the other, behind our brow to the crown, where they travel to our centre, become united and those frayed ends, conjoining into a golden rope become the route to our destiny which is contained within the greater narrative of this novel place, one we need to read to find the happy ending x