Little Angry Man During My Meditation
I practiced Yoga then laid down to meditate for ten minutes. The meditation was nice at first; I felt all my relaxed muscles, but then my brain started drifting. I like the drifting, but I never know where it will take me.
Halfway through my meditation there was this distant yelling in my head and I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. My thoughts moved in its general direction. I wasn’t walking, but gliding along. When I got to it, there was this old man sitting on a hand made red rug. He was wearing loose brown pants and a yellow colored shirt. He was bald on top and his horseshoe of hair was grey. He kept yelling at me to stop being so lazy in my projects, work, and everything he could think of.
Instead of fighting back I bent down and rubbed his back, telling him that it was okay and that I understood his anger. He lowered his voice, but kept verbally attacking me, first whispering his disapproval before he finally stopped altogether.
That’s what’s cool about meditation compared to dreaming – it’s easier to be active with your thoughts and learn from their complaints.
I believe that old man was a little part of me that needed soothing. My brain was sending me tough love that I needed to hear. The little old man wanted me to finish some projects I’ve been pushing off and instead of watching TV or messing around I needed to buckle down. He definitely needed my attention and never would have received it if I hadn’t meditated. I could feel a physical weight lift from my mind. I felt more relaxed and joyful, all because I took the time to give compassion to the part of me that gives nothing but tough love.
