A few nights ago while flowing into the psychophysical practice of yoga my teacher told the class to “fold into yourself.” And those words have lead to some deep contemplation over the past few days, some of which I’d like to share with you very succinctly here.

“Folding into yourself.” Wow. I’m totally digging that in a very profound way. To me, folding into yourself means initiating a collapsing of your mind, your ego, all of your thoughts and perceptions, and going inward into a state of contemplative silence where you are able to see with your eyes closed, hear without your ears, and sense without using your five sense (actually 6, but that’s another discussion).

A place where you surrender to yourself and you see that you were never in total control whatsoever. A place where endless possibilities cross your mental landscape as clouds gently coaxed across the sky — clinging to nothing, just observing.

Folding into yourself is shutting the door of the car before you drive off. But instead of the atomic heap of metal, the car, your mode of transportation is yourself — your spirit. Setting off on a journey that will seemingly feel like you’re traveling great distances and traversing vast plains, but none of that is so. For you are only traveling deeper and deeper into your Self — to the point where you are folding yourself inside out. And once you’re out — once you’ve inverted your consciousness from the hypnotized state that has been imposed upon you, separating yourself from the world, to a state of oneness where your barriers have been dissolved, you are there. You’re there, but the journey isn’t over — it continues folding and collapsing into the infinite abyss of the conscious.

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