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An emotional floodtide overwhelmed me, black and translucent, steathily and stiflingly, moving, creeping and greater stealth still; as a Tiger, beginning to pounce: I looked at the hex symbol, with the smell of bile pervading the room. As my stomach turned and a bitter taste rose: whilst my mind whirled and went numb.

Like a tasteless and odourless gas: it crept upon all ages and generations, to be swept into its black void.

With no will of their own, all were soon to be overcome.

As my mind saw it: in the deadness of an infected and diseased mind. Feeling so despondant about my state of mind, I wondered how to think positive again.

My controlled mind, synchronized, in its defense; with the image of a white cat at ease in the afternoon sunshine.

Whilst a wind chime; in the symbol of the Sun, broke the heat and silence of the afternoon, as the wind began to stir.

A poignant smell of herbs and fruits, natural healers; came to me. I immediately felt calmer and to combat the negative emotions: a watershed occured; from that moment on, when wretched thoughts and voices arise, I shall reporgrame my brain with these positive images.

Making this a lifelong practise with the living particles of my mind.

Anita Griffiths