When I awoke, I could not see.
it is difficult to find the light in the darkness
The white room is a void of decoration and personality—a place to lose your mind at the risk of finding yourself.
why is it so dark in here?
something touched me!
who’s there?
i can hear you breathing!
shhhhhhhhhhh
make yourself known!
i /\m: here
Listen to the sound of my voice.
The white room signifies a place alive in meditation, a metaphorical altar, where I began my journey to deprogram my brain of the religious data input by my family. Disciplined and diligent, I sought salvation inside the blank canvas. I was moved by the violence of hope, the pain of anticipation, and the brutality of desire. To me, the greatest love stories include elements of longing, absence and patience.
I discover things first in the mind’s eye before the physical eye is aware. Awareness inspires the body to movement. Only then am I able to take purposeful steps in reality. When I stick to the processes that work for me, I make great strides in recovery. When the white room became physical, I marveled in the manifesting power of thought. I began to believe I could face anything, and I fell in love with myself.