…continued from June 1, 2020… so I did what I was instructed to do. I got out a clean piece of paper and I had an image in my head. A black sun. I enclosed it along with the active imagination session. Then I went back into this meditative state. Here is the session.
This is very strange as I hardly remember writing any of it. It’s as though my subconscious has a mind of its own. I have to remember this is all from me. I don’t have an inner alchemist or there is no actual spell. It must be all symbolic of something. But what?
Once Upon a Time there was an Artist Named Garry Sanipass… 
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