None of the doors open, as such

One is a strobe-light. One merges with your face. One collapses beneath your feet.

Meditation Diaries Part Three. Read Part Two here. The introduction to this project is here. And here’s Part One.

There are three doors.

After the breath, after access concentration and its more refined states, after the scuttling, body-less creatures of the formless realms, after the glowing shivers of the Arising and Passing, after feeling like you cou…