Let your mind untie.
Something will come of it.
Just close your eyes, as you lie on your back, somewhere nameless and inconsequential. Slip the bounds of consciousness and logic. Allow your mind to submit. Your chaotic emotions rise up, spinning... until wound down into a cumbersome numbness throughout your head. All of the pollutants churning, fill your forehead. No longer reliant upon belief in clouds and charades; this is an exercise to grasp at the root of ingenuity. Not dependent upon the classified, only centered upon the ideas coloring your seeking.
Now... raise your dominant hand, turn your palm toward your face, and level it just above the bridge of your nose. Gather the weight of hypothetical scenarios and intangible proving. Let it collect near your hand, come to a head where your 3rd eye is set. Draw it up together, like quelling the radiant sting of a bee. Eyes closed, extract the stinger between your pointer finger and thumb. Allow the refuse released to fill your palm. Finally, relent to the will of your vision, and pull the darkness away, composed fully within an enigmatic sphere.
That sphere... you have relinquished all of the darkness into it. You are freed from the tyranny of irrational thought. All of the worrying, the negativity, and the damage. Cast it off into the light. Witness its banishment, until its becoming a cloud of dust, full of oblivion. You have this as your power. This is a mind journey. Directed to be taken as needed.
Open your ancient eyes.
Something has come of it.