9
‘Rest now, let your mind relax, let the rhythm of your breath guide you.’
Wilt heard the voice through the heavy blanket of sleep, its soothing tone working at the pockets of tension in his mind.
‘You are in total darkness, you see nothing.’
There was a point above his nose, between his eyebrows, a tight knot that still resisted.
‘You are in total silence, you hear nothing but my voice.’
Wilt felt the lightest of touches directly on the knot, and it loosened and relaxed as he sank deeper.
‘You are within and without. You are nothing.’
Wilt saw the blackness as a shape rising high above him, a writhing ball of oblivion, a tear in the substance of the world. He felt something close to fear, then put the feeling to one side and continued to stare into the abyss.
‘Now, you know that
