Vase Breathing

Sunday 9:40 p.m.
Stumblebumming through the alcohol and bob tobacco haze, at last I found myself in the hut.

I should note the apparent increment though describing this is beyond me really.

With your eyes shut ... You get white light featureless and beaming. You might get this shortly after meditating regularly. You might get feelings of blasting white light up your spine so that you think you might have a fit. Anyway, you might also get the creepy thing wriggling around inside your shape. Maybe the flat featureless whiteness somehow joins in with the envelope the creepy wriggly sometimes delicious thing starts caressing and pushing against. Like a massage.

I don't know how to go from there to what was happening in the hut. Everything is just much more of everything, but the effects of the vase breathing this evening seemed to be taking me into a different zone again.

And this is a different zone from that which just seems to open up and open up and open up again into further reaches of bliss if you just sit on your bum. So there are zones in various directions....hmmm?


The different zone the vase breathing was taking me into was not unrecognisable. I'd been getting wee bits of this sometimes. It's a bit stunning. You don't want to have to immediately respond to someone when you're in this state. But it felt a bit more substantial this evening. It's like putting a jacket over your jacket. I felt a wee bit regal what with the pretending to be a a medicine buddha and all.

Is this a fourth dimension? How many dimensions are there again, Jack? Anyway, another dimension... can you tell the dope posts from the drunk ones?