Single Point Focus and the End of Days
There was an earthquake today.
A minor tremor which I should have felt, but didn’t.
I chanced to be in the 36th Chamber, positioned in front of a globe shaped heavy bag which swung pendulous like a metronome. Breathing was laboured and the heat stifling. Hypnotists would refer to my state as ‘single point focus’; my conscious mind concentrating on the swinging bag and my own inner dialogue feeding my subconscious mind creating a trance state.
It would however, be apt to say that it wasnt just mine eyes that were focused on the bag, but my entire being; body and spirit. The focus extending deep into my pores and manifesting as processes such as breath and sweat.
To facilitate the movement oriented trance, my hands were sheathed in 16oz leather gloves over 1lb hand weights and feet dressed in light training shoes. It was, as Alan Watt’s would say a ‘moving meditation’.
So oriented in the activity was I, that I failed to feel the tremor. So oriented that had it been the End of Days, if the very Earth around me had heated, the great waters brimmed and the people burned by God’s wrath my body would have continued thrusting forwards with hypnotic fervor. Even if the evil darkness of the north and the powers hostile to God, Gog and Magog stood hunched behind me, their acrid breath felt on my back I would have remained blissfully ignorant focused on the task at hand; punching and kicking.
“And he stood on the sand of the seashore. And I saw a beast coming up out of the sea, having ten horns and seven heads, and on his head were ten diadems, and on his head were blasphemous names. And the beast which I saw were like those of a bear, and his mouth like the mouth of a lion. And the dragon gave him the power and his throne great authority.” Revelation 13:1-2