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This is the final post in the elemental meditation exercises. I am still working on mixing the content with background music. When I finish that I will try to upgrade my WP account so that I can post each with the respective script. I hope that these have been beneficial to all of those who were having trouble with visualization.

Your eyes are closed, and your spirit is calm. Breathe slowly and deeply, and clear your mind.

Imagine a spiral staircase, surrounded by total blackness. You feel pulled to this staircase, and desire to explore it, knowing that it will lead you to new worlds. Begin to move toward it. See it coming closer, until suddenly you are at the top step. For as far as you can see, the staircase is covered in plush, red carpet. It spirals, deeper and deeper down. Begin walking down the staircase.

As you round the first curve, you see something painted on the carpet; the white number 1 clearly stands out against the red. Descend past this number, continuing deeper and deeper downwards, until you are now standing before the number 2. Continue past this, to the number three, and then four. Deeper and deeper down you go, past the number 5, then 6 . . . 7 . . . 8 . . . and 9. Continue on, until you finally reach the number ten. You are now in the crossroads of the physical and the ethereal realms. You are conscious of both worlds, and your body is calm and relaxed. Know that you are safe, and that if you wish to return to normal waking consciousness, then all you have to do is think about returning to it. You will immediately return to your normal state of mind. For now, you will detach your attention from the physical plane and focus entirely on the inner worlds.

The staircase ends in a dark hallway. The walls are close, and lit by burning torches that fling shadows across the hall. You do not feel afraid, and are filled with a strong feeling of protection. You know that you may return any time you wish, and are filled with confidence of your oncoming journey. You continue walking down the hallway. Ahead of you is a door, made of heavy oak.

Carving: Carved deeply into the wood is an image of a lion.

The majestic lion is standing proudly on the door, its chest thrust out firmly and a roar issuing from its open mouth. You run your hand over the smooth wood. It feels old.

You step over the doorway, into a world that is hazy. The sun is high overhead, blazing down upon the rocky soil. The world around you is full of Fire colors – reds, and deep oranges. You can see all around – the deep blue sky meets the horizons like a bowl fitting perfectly over this little patch of the world. The air is warm, but not so hot that it suffocates you. Patches of wild grass stick up here and there. In the distance, you see a pride of lions, lazing in the shade of a single tree. They lazily stare back at you, but seem uninterested in what you are doing. Not sure how these animals will relax, you step back to observe them.

[Pause to contemplate what you see]

After awhile, watching the lions roll about and sleep is becoming dull. You decide to move on. As you walk, you realize that this is the land of the South, and you greet it, happily, as you would an old friend. Your journey has brought you to the land of the element of Fire, and you decide to take the next few moments to explore and meet the entities that reside here. Stay as long as you like.

[Pause once more to remember what you have learned]

The time has come for you to be on your way home. You slowly begin making your way back to the door. It is as if you are being pulled, by some unseen force. The landscape is familiar to you, so you stroll casually along; taking one last good look at everything you have seen. You wave goodbye to all that you have seen, thanking them for what they have shared with you.

The doorway begins to loom before you, and you take one last glance behind you. The lions in the distance stand and stare at you. You have visited the land of Summer long enough. You know that if you ever wish to return, you may. You are always welcome here. With that thought in mind, you begin to walk toward the door. Just as you are approaching the door, the roar of the lions fills the air, and you know that they are saying their own goodbyes to you. With that thought in mind, you cross the threshold of the door.

[Follow Staircase Grounding below to return home]

You are once again in the tight hallway. The torches have begun to burn down, and you know that time has passed. You feel the desire to return to your body and begin to anticipate your return. You close the door behind, taking one last look at the carvings of the noble stag upon the door, one more opportunity to run your hands over the smooth old wood. You begin moving down the hallway, heading for the staircase.

You quickly reach the staircase, with a huge white ten painted on the carpet. You begin walking up, past this number. You go past nine, and eight. The staircase curves upward, past seven, and then on around to six. Five . . . four. . . . Three . . . two. . . . And one. You are now in your normal state of waking consciousness. You remember what you have seen, and you can now take the next few moments to record these events in your mirror book.

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