Hello Subconscious!

It’s time for me to christen you with a name, because I realise that referring to you by any other name (or no name) will defeat the purpose of my self development.  So I do acknowledge you, I have claimed you and therefore, you are mine.  And I shall call you… Subconscious!


So, Subconscious!  You have been contained for far too long in this twenty-eight year old vessel.  And though that might sound pathetic really, I must remind you that you have always been a late bloomer, despite certain premature aspects of your life development.

Today, we did the Chakra.  I’m still not sure what it’s called, but we shall label it that, because calling it meditation puts pressure on me to sound like someone other than myself and certainly to sound like someone more of my actual biological age.

But age is nothing but a label in itself.  A stereotype of self expectations that do not reflect you.  You, my inner needs.  You are (and therefore, I am) much younger than the physical world implies that I am, yet I feel so connected to the ageless spiritualness of nature.  So I don’t care.  Subconscious!  Guide me.