Are you there Kali, it's me Joseph?

Listening to that recording the last few nights. What dreams. What strange visions.

It has not been unlike the Tibetan pill, saturated with one million prayers and mantras from the lamas and masters of spirit...but that was months ago.

This recording, a simple CD, has done it again.

I detached.

I let go.

I was gone.

And the strangest thing happened...
I don't know what to believe.

The face was that of the truest beauty, androgynous in form. Mostly male, no wait, mostly female, or perhaps...I don't know.
As it pulled away, the skin became translucent, and underneath, I saw the gaze of many eyes, tens, maybe hundreds...
Each holding me, each grasping me...
And continued, her/his grasp with subtle and soft fingers, perfect palms that melted away as did my physical body to reveal my spirit glowing, hovering, penetrating the darkness with my own brilliance of being.
Its fingers and hands and wrists retracted to reveal what I can only describe as tendrils, not tentacles, but tendrils, long, slender, by the hundreds, blue with intense light, glowing, and wrapping around my arms and subtle body with such care, but pressure, as to infuse me with their own energy...
I honestly can't describe the feeling...but an approximation might be a whole-body climax starting in the spirit, moving through and pumping the heart, and exploding at once in mind and body.
And then darkness, its thousand eyes shut, my spirit firmly seated back in my subtle body.
And goodnight.

And that was two nights ago. Last night I can't even begin to describe. There simply aren't words.