Meditation Work: In My Own â€œHouseâ€
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
Iâ€™ve written often of the sense of walking through a house when Iâ€™m meditating and the insights I find there. My own â€œmetaphysicalâ€ house seems to be a version of the physical house I grew up in. When, in meditations, Â I visit the â€œhousesâ€ that are the inner structures of other people, I know these are not the places where they grew up. At least, as far as I know. Maybe they never had the same sense of roots as I do. Or maybe their houses are all about the image of themselves that they like to project to the world, whether itâ€™s about service to humanity Â or the appearance of wealth.
My own metaphysical house is less about the brick-and-mortar house-which Â in meditationsÂ is much Â bigger on the inside than on the outside-than it is about the rural area Â surrounding Â the Â building. Â My Â metaphysical Â home also includes the pastures, the creek, Â the Â ponds, the or- chards, Granddaddyâ€™s woods, and the whole of the farm.
Maybe thatâ€™s because when I was growing up, I spent so many footsteps planting my energy in that land.
Iâ€™m rarely alone in my own house. Usually people I love are there, as well as friends and acquaintances Â who stop by to socialize. There are seldom strangers, even if I donâ€™t always recognize the person.
I have noticed that usually the people inside my home are the ones I allow to be there, ones I want there. Others who are Â unwelcome Â may breach the boundaries Â of the farm but they come no further than the threshold of the building. Itâ€™s like levels of protection, Â concentric Â circles around the house to keep out the riff-raff. The wards are up, and booby-trapped, Â and very few of the unwanted make it through the outermost circles. Those who do are aware of their trespass, Â and each time I see them wriggling through under the fences, they Â appear years older than before, and the circles of protection feed off Â their energy…which for them is better spent on pursuits other than beefing up my wards, but hey, so be it. I wonder if they take back these Â intrusions with them and find an- other wrinkle in the morning mirror.
But much like with children and pets, those who are loved or thought of fondly are welcome to visit…and frequently do in their daydreams.