I could see that I was a woman however I was not the one responsible for the welfare of anyone other than myself. I was working on dismantling my personal tent, my fingers working quickly on the twine that held the material to the poles. I was constantly shifting my gaze from my own task to those of my people around me doing the same then to the distant horizon with expectations of seeing something approaching. I moved quickly but not erratically. The air around me was filled with harried voices shouting instructions and urgings to "Hassa!" (which I believe means hurry – but I don't know what language or even if I am spelling it correctly. It could be "Assa!" I'm not certain. Whatever it is I understood.). My overall impression was of concern, worry and fear but when I gazed around at my "people" I felt a great sense of belonging and love.
This man was wrapping me. And let me tell you, he wasn't wrapping me with my comfortable green energy either. He was wrapping me with linen. I had the distinct sensation of being wrapped like a mummy. Yes, I realize that I don't really know what it feels like to be mummified but it was the sensation of what I imagine being mummified is like. It was very comforting like being swaddled as a baby. The thing that was most uncomfortable was that creepy man. He made me cringe. He was so unsettling. At that point in the meditation all I could remember thinking was, “Are we done yet? I don't want to do this any more. When is this meditation going to end?!”