A little insight: This is what it’s like when I meditate. First, I close my eyes, blocking out visuals. That leaves three sense left (taste doesn’t really come into play). I breath in, and each time I exhale, I eliminate one sound. Then I eliminate anything thing I feel, from soft breezes to the cushions I sit on (I meditate naked, so clothes aren’t a concern… uh… Sorry… Too much info…). Finally, because they tend to be the most distracting, I eliminate any scents I smell.

This is where things went a little different. Okay, a lot different. She had described her space like an attic, so I tried to visualize that. I heard the strangest thing. Like boards creaking and cracking under incredible pressure.

Woah, woah, stop! she shouted. The space is already here, and it’s filled to capacity! Just get in here and lets get to work.

I opened my eyes, and I think my jaw hit the floor. This wasn’t an memory attic.

This was a memory cathedral!