Now you have had a break, go back to every question and look at your response. Try and find what you feel that your mind presented the image it did. Explain colours you chose, textures, water, cup, solids, liquids, space, objects, people, anything and everything that you wrote from your projected image, try and find what you feel to why you have that image. Don't look hard at things, instead try and look for the easy answers, as they are often the correct one's. Don't attempt to find something that isn't present, just look at each aspect for its absolute simplicity.

This is not an absolute, but something you must do in order to try and self analyse yourself. This is important. Please answer what you can, and simply define if you cannot find an emotion to a response you gave.


• The grey, cement road from which I left was suggestive of a long dead end road which left the outside world behind and entered a small quiet neighborhood of 3 to 4 homes. Here is how and among those, I've lived with for sometime now. These families and their homes, lay just outside the start of a dark, midnight journey. I think I saw it significant that I was there, among the hope of possible interaction with at least a few other people, until I willfully chose to step forth, journey and temporarily walk alone upon this road which goes along in the nearly pitch black darkness. There are woods and marsh on either side of much of my dirt road. I think I chose to travel it alone, because this is how it has always been. No one else is or has ever been interested, determined, brave and/or crazy enough to invite within them any personal discomfort, predicament or challenge. I often feel as if most everyone I’ve known is rigid, out of touch with reality, emotionally numb and irrational, some very close too if not already spiritually dead inside; a highly addictive society by nature. And, I chose to travel it alone because I don’t really trust, believing and forever fearing that anyone coming along with me would in an instant turn on me and attack, for kicks, pleasure, excitement, to feel, power, ect.

The firmly packed, dirt road with protruding rock I think might be others resistance of me reclaiming myself and taking hold of self-esteem and personal power. As well as, my many tasks and responsibilities and the building stress.

The description of a badly, damaged cement road is reflective of the true condition of my relationships and my feelings toward and with the few people in my life, as they are based upon my well crafted pretense and façade.

Perhaps the reason I state that the road I’m now journeying along is solid as a rock is because it is based upon reality and not pretense, ie. recognition of personal trauma, honesty and safe disclosure.

*Anthony, don't know if this is much of a start on a self-analysis. Am I on the right track, wrong track, no track?lol Am I doing this somewhat right?