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Date Posted: 17:19:21 02/18/04 Wed
Author: c'est moi, bien sur!
Subject: Your daily dose of meditation... XD.

A young woman sat cross-legged, bare feet tucked into the folds of her loose cotton leggings and hands laxly cupped, one inside the other. Her long brown hair, usually so tightly restrained at the nape of her neck, billowed in the cool, invigorating wind that promised a new spring to soon relieve a dying winter; the air was brisk and chill across her bare torso and upturned face. Eyes of unfathomable hues were gently closed, countenance relaxed as though asleep; she straightened her spine minutely, adjusting her posture, and felt the cold of the slowly thawing earth seep through her well-worn clothing.

She could hear the music. It sang to her sweetly, tales of spring and love and beauty, tales of grief and pain and horror, a bittersweet song that held the entirety of the universe in its soul-piercing lyrics and primal rhythms. A song of gods and goddesses, of fae and dragons, of men and women. But the music was faint, barely audible, and twined around the fingers of a fresh, fresh wind that tugged on her curls and stole her breath playfully, only to return it seconds later in a powerful gust against her face. The scents of wood smoke, cold water, and muddy earth invaded her nose, and she could smell the barest beginnings of green and flowers.

The awakening earth under her and crystal blue sky above her seemed to fade as her mind turned inward... stilling... quieting... calming. The chilly caress of the wind on her fair skin was abandoned, an inner warmth flaring up as outer senses shut down and internal ones stirred from their sleep of disuse. Her heartbeat was loud in her head, her breathing silent and slow and deep, and she traced the red lines of blood vessels through her body, listening without ears to the precious fluid surge through vein and artery with the urgency of raw life. Multicolored meridians networked her body like a second, ethereal nervous system, connecting seven major orbs of light with their shining lengths.

Slowly, color and thought were both abandoned, and mist and clear watchfulness replaced them. The rainbow that had once been painted throughout the girl faded to a silvery fog that permeated her skin and hung around her in an oval, and with slow concentration, even that last vestige of color was driven outwards until beyond the boundaries of her spirit. She was translucent, invisible, a creature of outlines and light and seven pale, pearly, marbled orbs that spun slowly clockwise without moving.

The lower half of her spine, that which stretched from heart to two finger-widths below her navel, was not transparent. Ivory, silver, and golden glowed that length, and it served as the young woman's core of power, her source of energy that was, in reality, her connection to her gods and the earth's very soul. With a simple mental intention, bronzed gold liquid flowed swiftly from the curving rod of bone and energy, coating the girl's skin in a thick, warm layer of protection and strength. It spread until it covered her entire body, turning the long, spiraling strands of hair copper; it seeped onto what was not there to securely encase a long, leonine tail and dye the tailtuft golden.

She opened her eyes, and they were raw gold, blazing like fire without pupils or whites to mar their alien beauty. A choice was made, and strains of green erupted into the girl's body, billowing and twisting like ink in water as emerald, pine, and sea made their shades known in one vigorous, gleeful dance that swiftly consumed her entire body. The green boiled just under her skin, its leafy hue brushing electrically against the rich amber and sending warmth and shivers chasing each other across her skin. Another choice sent airy gusts of pastels -pink, blue, violet- outwards to surround the woman in clouds of life, merging and expanding until they reached their bounds. There they coalesced into the simultaneous existence of white and black, a sphere of protection that would destroy the negative and purify all else before it could so much as near the girl.

The air was sweet and alive as it filled her lungs in a steady rhythm, and her concentration was aimed downwards at the lowest spinning orb, settled neatly at the base of her spine. It was of many shades of red, some nearing pink and others black, but as though her attention were a match, it ignited into brilliant scarlet flame and began spinning much more quickly than before. Fire and earth and sexual desire made themselves known in her system, waves of pleasure undulating up her spine to crash together in joyful ecstasy within the sanctity of her mind. Her focus shifted to the orange sphere just above it, only an inch or so below her naval, and again aligned with her spine. It erupted into vibrant color and heat, a tingling, powerful warmth filling her belly and heightened senses buzzing with the sheer beauty of the world and the mere act of living.

A smile begged release, and expressive lips curved upwards in as much amusement as joy. The sphere above the other two, settled comfortably in her solar plexus, was a murky yellow, but a thought and mental touch purified it into the finest gold ore and it whirled deosil, matching pace with the others with only slight adjustment and encouragement. The ghostly feeling of keys waiting beneath her fingertips and the smell of crayons blossomed up, creativity at its most free and powerful, and the girl was again struck with the beauty of the world and the urge to express the blissful awe and wonder that she felt. Emerald laced with darker green veins began spinning more quickly next, smoothing into a more vibrant shade as hints of pink ducked through the orb as though shy and coy. Her heart warmed and charged with energy: love existed, and love was all.

The young woman's mind next awakened a smaller orb within her throat, a million shades of blue blurring as it spun and flamed, eloquence and communication and empathy all arising simultaneously. Creativity connected with this, and the red fire powered the creativity, and the orbs spun as one. Violet fire whirled out from a space between and above the again-closed eyes, and though she was unaware of her physical surroundings, she opened her eye and reached out a hand to caress a large, dark jungle leaf, trailing a droplet of dew down its veins with one fingertip. She released the crisp, clear image as that orb, too, danced in accord with its fellows.

The seventh orb hovered just above her head, a white pinprick of light that burned of its own; at the sensation of her softest touch, it exploded into a radiance akin to that of burning magnesium, a white so brilliant that it dazzled the eye until one could imagine nothing brighter. It expanded until its outermost layer reached the staunch shield that surrounded her body; it strengthened it and then contracted, whirling at high speeds, pure and free and divine. The other six orbs sped up and matched its thrilling strength, and the oval of protection on the other side of the girl's gold-lined skin whirled into compliance.

Slowly, the young woman became aware of her measured breathing, the tantalizing touch of the cool wind, and the cold stiffness of the earth beneath her. Green things were not yet come, but they soon would bloom; she smiled at the thought as she opened her eyes and rose with a grace that few humans possessed. Fifteen minutes had passed in the world of the real, and she stretched luxuriously as she felt the power continue to course indomitably through her body. The serene smile swiftly transformed into a fanged grin as she lashed the tail that none could see and padded silently towards the house that awaited her with warmth and tea, every molecule in her being buzzing with energy.

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