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Sometimes, especially when the day is sunny and warm, if I sit on the ground and spread my hands out, the ground seems to be tingling. It is as if I can feel tiny electric currents moving in all directions.
Of course, for this to happen I have to clear my mind, to throw out all the detritus of daily life; appointments, worries, hurts (real or imagined) and things I feel pressed to complete. It means sweeping all these things to one side and allowing only light to play across the fields inside me. It isn’t easy the first few times you try it, but meditation helps. It really does.
As I begin to focus on these tiny electrical sensations, I often try to imagine what they are and how they might be moving. The other day I felt some grey, gritty gravel under my fingers. It seemed to be vibrating electrically. I picked up one small grain and held it in my hands. I imagined myself as a microscope, getting ever closer, delving down by orders of magnitude until I could see a single atom. There it was, pristine and perfect. Electrons and protons spinning busily around a humming nucleus, one force holding the electrons and protons out from the core, another holding it in and preventing it from flying away. A solar system in miniature. A self-powering dynamo.
Energy in perfect balance.
