Monday 4.05 p.m.
Well, the good news is that I haven't had any nicotine since Saturday. No nicorettes. No nothing. It's not nice, neither it is. I thought I had enough on my plate so I didn't start the fast today.
Poisonous had a sore back, so we couldn't cycle on Saturday. So we went shopping. For twenty quid, I bought a head torch for the Holy Isle. I put it in my shoulder bag thing. We got pissed and the next day the shoulder bag thing had disappeared.
Until then it was quite good fun! We started in the Cameo Bar and ended up in the Sandy Bells, which is probably my favourite pub.
The bliss/heat effects are tremendous, but I'm too restless with the withdrawals really. Still, meditated most of the day today till I had to go out to see the dentist. Onwards and upwards.
Brought to you from a computer in the local library - which is free. What a wonderful country this is!!!
Monday 29 October 2012
Thursday 25 October 2012
Home alone
Thursday 11.13 a.m.
I'm going to be on my own for about twelve days. By Monday I should have tapered off with the nicotine sufficiently to go ahead with another three day fast. I've been re-reading Harish Jonari's wonderful book about chakras. Really, it's about raising kundalini. This responds to purification. Purification is everything with his juju. Here's what he says about fasting:
"Ayurveda, the Indian science of medicine, prescribes fasting as the most effective method. Three days taking only lukewarm water cleanses the body of toxins and cures disorders without medicines."
The last big jump in progress started with the last three day fast. After a while I could hardly do any breath holding at all due to the force of the blissiness, but the book I'm re-reading has been brilliant on that.
Anyway, I think I have to see people till Monday. After that, cue the wonderments!!
The photie was taken as I left the airport this morning. But I think there's something wrong with this crap camera. It's telling me the battery is low all the time. And I can't find the box with the manual in it. Oh well.
Johari gives 28 points to follow to help live the life of a household yogin. Number 20: Survive on the minimum requirement.
I love yoga.
Tuesday 23 October 2012
Since August.
Tuesday 12.10 p.m.
Since I got back from the Samye Ling at the end of August, I've hardly been drinking. Mainly due to this, I think, I've lost over a stone in weight and now weigh in at eleven stone. I can't remember the last time I was eleven stone, probably a decade ago.
When I got back from the Samye, I put my jogging on hold and started being a bit more serious about prostrating. I've been doing about eight hundred a week, probably. I'm also trying to keep up my yoga, shadow boxing and tai chi, but the prostrations tend to push the rest into second place.
I've reached a new stage in the meditations, I think. I think I'm starting to stretch into something quite wonderful. All the effort has been so worthwhile. This is the hope and joy of my retirement. I find difficulty expressing how fantastic this feels because this blog is read by some of the most unfortunate creatures to walk the earth. Fancy hearing about the bliss and all and still being too dumb too meditate. It's beyond stupidity. It's tricky being a humanist when all the humans are walking around with their heads stuck up their backsides!!
The Domestic Bliss is going away for nearly a fortnight towards the end of this week. I'll be days and days without having to see anyone. Hurrah!!
Since I got back from the Samye Ling at the end of August, I've hardly been drinking. Mainly due to this, I think, I've lost over a stone in weight and now weigh in at eleven stone. I can't remember the last time I was eleven stone, probably a decade ago.
When I got back from the Samye, I put my jogging on hold and started being a bit more serious about prostrating. I've been doing about eight hundred a week, probably. I'm also trying to keep up my yoga, shadow boxing and tai chi, but the prostrations tend to push the rest into second place.
I've reached a new stage in the meditations, I think. I think I'm starting to stretch into something quite wonderful. All the effort has been so worthwhile. This is the hope and joy of my retirement. I find difficulty expressing how fantastic this feels because this blog is read by some of the most unfortunate creatures to walk the earth. Fancy hearing about the bliss and all and still being too dumb too meditate. It's beyond stupidity. It's tricky being a humanist when all the humans are walking around with their heads stuck up their backsides!!
The Domestic Bliss is going away for nearly a fortnight towards the end of this week. I'll be days and days without having to see anyone. Hurrah!!
Saturday 20 October 2012
Pratyahara and chemicals.
Pratyahara:
For Patanjali, it is a bridge between the bahiranga (external) aspects of yoga namely, yama, niyama, asana, pranayama, and theantaranga (internal) yoga. Having actualized the pratyahara stage, a practitioner is able to effectively engage into the practice ofSamyama. At the stage of pratyahara, the consciousness of the individual is internalized in order that the sensations from the senses of taste, touch, sight, hearing and smell don't reach their respective centers in the brain and takes the sadhaka (practitioner) to next stages of Yoga, namely Dharana (concentration) and Dhyana (meditation), and Samadhi (mystical absorption), being the aim of allYogic practices.[3]
Never liked the idea of withdrawal of the senses. Sounds like death to me. Things closing down. Diminishment.
I'm a bit wary to taking serotonin enhancers with the bliss being the way it is. It must have a physical base in the hormones, chemicals, electricals and whatnot, and I assume it must have something to do with receptor, inhibitors, neurotransmitters and whatnot. And that's what the serotonin enhancers do as well. So you think you maybe should dodge that one.
Hotboy, you should have dodged the fags and the acid and the drink and the speed and all that stuff, but you didn't, did you? Well, Jack, I don't dodge it so well these days either.
The first time I sat down on the carpet and closed my eyes and there was the bliss as usual. Then everything went bigger and the voices around me started to grow distant and I couldn't properly communicate at all, and the bliss ... Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
When the senses diminish in this instance, the consciousness expands wonderfully. There is no minimisation, or diminishment. It's big, big but you're kind of on your own what with being effectively deaf to the world.
This happened again last week.
I don't know if this is a hint of pratyahara or not. The above definition isn't really what I take it to be, but what do I know?
In tantric terms the winds are supposed to be entering the central channel. When this happens and the winds stabilise and whatnot, you are supposed to go into something akin to death. This removal of senses, in the way I was talking, is a wee bit scary because you do feel as if you are going away. Bye bye, world. Also when you die the bardo is supposed to start with you being in a huge, lonely limitless space. Well, good luck with that if that's what happens.
For Patanjali, it is a bridge between the bahiranga (external) aspects of yoga namely, yama, niyama, asana, pranayama, and theantaranga (internal) yoga. Having actualized the pratyahara stage, a practitioner is able to effectively engage into the practice ofSamyama. At the stage of pratyahara, the consciousness of the individual is internalized in order that the sensations from the senses of taste, touch, sight, hearing and smell don't reach their respective centers in the brain and takes the sadhaka (practitioner) to next stages of Yoga, namely Dharana (concentration) and Dhyana (meditation), and Samadhi (mystical absorption), being the aim of allYogic practices.[3]
Never liked the idea of withdrawal of the senses. Sounds like death to me. Things closing down. Diminishment.
I'm a bit wary to taking serotonin enhancers with the bliss being the way it is. It must have a physical base in the hormones, chemicals, electricals and whatnot, and I assume it must have something to do with receptor, inhibitors, neurotransmitters and whatnot. And that's what the serotonin enhancers do as well. So you think you maybe should dodge that one.
Hotboy, you should have dodged the fags and the acid and the drink and the speed and all that stuff, but you didn't, did you? Well, Jack, I don't dodge it so well these days either.
The first time I sat down on the carpet and closed my eyes and there was the bliss as usual. Then everything went bigger and the voices around me started to grow distant and I couldn't properly communicate at all, and the bliss ... Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
When the senses diminish in this instance, the consciousness expands wonderfully. There is no minimisation, or diminishment. It's big, big but you're kind of on your own what with being effectively deaf to the world.
This happened again last week.
I don't know if this is a hint of pratyahara or not. The above definition isn't really what I take it to be, but what do I know?
In tantric terms the winds are supposed to be entering the central channel. When this happens and the winds stabilise and whatnot, you are supposed to go into something akin to death. This removal of senses, in the way I was talking, is a wee bit scary because you do feel as if you are going away. Bye bye, world. Also when you die the bardo is supposed to start with you being in a huge, lonely limitless space. Well, good luck with that if that's what happens.
Monday 15 October 2012
In the war against the machines Part 8
Monday 9.00 p.m.
I can't get the camera to upload onto this netbook, and the computery thing has something the matter with it, so no photies today!
There's a virus or something on the computer. When you try to get a web page, this selling page for time on BTOpenworld comes up, and that's all that comes up thereafter. I've googled this and got nowhere. Panda and AVG (free software). The Domestic Bliss wants me to take it to the shop, but it's got lots of embarrassing stuff on it about the Hotboy Escort Agency, so I'd rather not. What would you do?
Amazing bliss today. Something has changed a bit!!!
I can't get the camera to upload onto this netbook, and the computery thing has something the matter with it, so no photies today!
There's a virus or something on the computer. When you try to get a web page, this selling page for time on BTOpenworld comes up, and that's all that comes up thereafter. I've googled this and got nowhere. Panda and AVG (free software). The Domestic Bliss wants me to take it to the shop, but it's got lots of embarrassing stuff on it about the Hotboy Escort Agency, so I'd rather not. What would you do?
Amazing bliss today. Something has changed a bit!!!
Monday 8 October 2012
Cyclistings again!
Yesterday we cycled on and on until we got to the end of the path. There was a doorless door, and behind that there was a big road. Is this Balerno? Maybe. We turned the bikes and cycled the other way. I got home after being on the bike for over three hours, but felt fitter than the last time we cycled on and on down the East Coast Trail.
The bottom two photies were taken today. I liked the clear blue sky. The Dharmakaya, which is the basis, has no centre or circumference, and no qualities, or characteristics. Funnily enough, this is how things before the big bang are described. Without circle or circumference in a time without dimensions. As I was looking up at the beautiful blue sky, I remembered this story about the Buddha saying there were a great many things in a clear glass of water. There are billions of galaxies in the patch of clear blue sky. Nothing exists in the manner of its appearance. That'll be ten percent off the top, please.
Sunday 7 October 2012
The Bliss
Sunday 12.45 p.m.
Something wonderful is happening with the bliss at the moment. The name of the game seems to be opening these channels. If this is what's happening, it's been happening for a long time, but these days the results of this are more explicit. You close your eyes and you're away. This is a fantastic amount of bliss to go almost straight into. Then if you do a vase breath, just one, you're hitting wonderland. Of course, you have to stay there and concentrate, and it comes and goes, but every time it comes it seems to come on more bliss.
I'm trying not to get depressed by being surrounded all the time by flatheids. Just because they are all miserable, stupid basturns doesn't mean that I have to be like that. Sometimes I must say, like just now, my life seems absolutely wonderful. Everything outside the meditations - my body, faculties, etc., - is bound to get worse, but the meditations are, and are, bound to get better and better. Of what a fortunate creature, I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!
It would be a wonderful afternoon to meditate in the hut, but I've already agreed to go cycling with Poisonous. And it is a beautiful day!!!
Something wonderful is happening with the bliss at the moment. The name of the game seems to be opening these channels. If this is what's happening, it's been happening for a long time, but these days the results of this are more explicit. You close your eyes and you're away. This is a fantastic amount of bliss to go almost straight into. Then if you do a vase breath, just one, you're hitting wonderland. Of course, you have to stay there and concentrate, and it comes and goes, but every time it comes it seems to come on more bliss.
I'm trying not to get depressed by being surrounded all the time by flatheids. Just because they are all miserable, stupid basturns doesn't mean that I have to be like that. Sometimes I must say, like just now, my life seems absolutely wonderful. Everything outside the meditations - my body, faculties, etc., - is bound to get worse, but the meditations are, and are, bound to get better and better. Of what a fortunate creature, I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!
It would be a wonderful afternoon to meditate in the hut, but I've already agreed to go cycling with Poisonous. And it is a beautiful day!!!
Wednesday 3 October 2012
Brian Wilson and the Holy Willies!
Low battery, it said. So I got a new packet of batteries. I took the old batteries out and placed them down. Then I took the new batteries out of the packet and threw them into the bin. Then I replaced the batteries. So you're lucky you've got any photies at all.
On Monday around eleven in the morning, I went down to Portobello to do some missionary work. Brian Wilson tried to get me to join up to the religion he's just invented. If I remember right, I had something to do with toilets and nostril hair, but I'd only been in the door five minutes before he's started pouring the collapso. Around about four bottles later, he let it slip that the Holy Willies were coming to the castle to pray for his soul with his wifie thing. What? Right then, just as he'd opened another bottle, I made a dash for it and escaped. It was only six o clock and I feared then that he'd perhaps continue drinking and embarrass himself when the Holy Willies arrrived.
They'd only started in with the praying after the tea and biscuits when Brian leapt out the cupboard stark naked and began shouting at the top of his voice that he was the night's divine revelation. When the police arrived, they managed to cojole him down from the top of the flagpole by threatening to wash the sock he had which was once worn by a guy who would have met Brian Wilson's cousin one time except that he missed his bus. All's well that ends well.
Nothing much doing here apart from the tsunamis of bliss.
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