Monday
I have no arrangements made. There is nothing on the horizon until the Christmas Santy basturns start up again. I hate having events lined up. All arrangements with the Unfortunate Ones are regarded as obstacles by moi. They sit in the calender like open graves, just waiting for the Unfortunate Ones to stop me meditating.
I have no cash for the next fortnight and I have no bob hope, so I can get into this purification and accumulation phase. And I can tell all the Unfortunate Ones to bugger off! What a fortunate creature I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!
Later: I've just finished doing a Tai Chi set. Then close your eyes and see how the bliss is. Warmth. I know it's a positive development, but I'm still a wee bit wary of the warmth.
The kid I told how to meditate last week came back today with some supplementary questions. I'm a resource, so I am, Jack. God, what a life I could have had if someone had told me about the bliss when I was seventeen!
10:00 p.m.
I went to the Theosophical Society this evening to meditate with the nun and a few other people. She offered us pebbles to gaze on. Then, silence for a hour and then I get up and go home. Perfect piece of socialising: no drink, no drugs, no pointless conversation, but lots and lots of bliss. Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
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4 comments:
Perhaps the point of poverty is a lack of distraction from your goal?
Good news you've inspired someone, especially a young person.
Your empty calendar seems like a bit of heaven to me. But I'm busy as a one armed paper hanger right now.
Marie! I'm always better when I've got no money. Hotboy
My diary is free up to about 2010. Hurrah! There's a Centre for Theosophers near my work, maybe I'll check them out.
Albert? Is that you? Did the Theosophicals not start in the old country? I think a couple of famouse Theravadin monks came out of them. Hotboy
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