Although you may have heard that virtual worlds are full of strange and dark characters, for Eliza there was only kindness, overwhelming generosity. Small chats about not much would quickly become adventures, each new spot landed in revealing some sort of wellspring of creativity and easy friendship. Time appeared out of nowhere.
Instead of moving linearly through one thing after another, she learned to move naturally through encounters, insight upon insight. Connections formed: the Zen priest from Alaska, the yogi from France, artists, goddesses, fairies and dragons, academics and activists, but most on the verge of one thing or another.
In fact there was a strong perpetually on the verge feeling about every thing and every one. A monk encountered may or may not actually be a monk, yet neither were they in disguise. A dance partner fairy could be a grocer in another world, and a poet. It was more about revelation, true colors, and interacting amidst few attachments. Talents were un-rooted, freely in play.
Which Eliza learned more about, by hosting meditations.
Next: Chapter Five – Becoming a Host