To my mates , the Ants

It was late at night when I decided to try a bit of meditation stance, basically lying prostrate on the floor with my arms stretched out in front of me on a blanket. It was very relaxing, lying on my stomach and meditating, staying in that position for about 45 minutes, so good in fact that some time later, a few days later, I decided to adopt the position once again. The sun was shining and the breeze was still, I lay on the concrete footpath ,on my stomach and thought of God, or rather Allah, in this instance. Gradually my body relaxed and I began to feel the subtle movement of an ant crawling on my hand and a few of his mates milling around, assembling after some time in a chaotic sensation of insects crawling over my hands and forearms ‘They won’t eat much’, I thought to myself, and let them wander about looking for a tidbit to take back to the Queen for winter time. After a while, I noticed a pulling sensation on my right index finger, like someone was pulling at a small section of my skin with some tweezers, it wasn’t quite a bite and didn’t cause any pain, so I let the ant tug away at my skin while a few others roamed about my forearms. I had the oddest thought that this particular ant , tugging at my index finger, was injecting or sucking something from my body, there was a constant tugging from this particular ant, and I could imagine a small aperture or hole being created, there wasn’t any pain and so I left the ants to their work. I don’t know exactly how long I lay there, maybe half an hour to an hour, but after a while I couldn’t bear the ants any longer and gently shuffled them off my arms, I jumped up and felt revitalised, like I had lost twenty years and gave thanks to Allah for his mercy.

I sat out in the backyard, a few days later, maybe a week or two, but it doesn’t really matter, I had scratched my left instep on my ankle during the night and it had left a nasty sore, round and red raw. I sat there with my moccasins on, no socks with my feet on the brick paving and watched the backyard ants doing their thing,,,,,,,,,,,,, then they started to crawl onto my ankle and swarmed onto the wound, they bit and dug their way onto the wound and even saw one partially buried in my flesh, the wound looked like a lamington, what with the ants crawling over the gaping hole of red flesh. After a while I could take no more of the pain and brushed then off with a twig of dry grass, the one that was buried in my flesh was a bit harder but eventually I removed him without harm and placed my foot back on the ground. Then I felt no more stinging from the wound, maybe thirty seconds or a minute later, and I picked my foot up to look at my ankle, to my amazement, my wound was healed, completely healed in a few minutes, no more wound, no more red raw flesh, no scar, the ants had not left a trace of a wound and had healed my injury. I marvelled at the workings of the universe, and how, if you just let go, nature and the universe will provide the cures you need.