JOSH
When the house was finally empty, I set myself up in my meditation room and prepared to go under. It had been months since I last projected, and my nerves were getting the best of me. My underarms were slick with sweat as I tried my best to keep my breathing under control, which was becoming a more challenging task than I had initially anticipated. Discouraged, I began rocking back and forth, inhaling the frankincense and myrrh pouring out of the diffuser with intensity. Wrapping my arms around my legs, I pulled my knees into my chest as my rocking came to a halt, and I peered up at the picture of me and Cali.
“I know you’re trying to tell me something; I’m coming,” I whispered, mindful as to what I was saying out loud. I took a deep breath again, released my grip, and crossed my le
