Thursday Noon
When Milarepa was going to do the black magic that would smite his mother's enemies, he bricked himself up. It only took him two weeks. After that I think he thought doing the Six Yogas of Naropa would be a piece of cake, but he probably ended up doing them for the rest of his life.
The first English boy to become a Thai monk after the sutras were published in Britain after the Second World War went to Thailand to learn to meditate. With no meditation background at all, he was put in a bamboo cage on stilts and had to stay in it for six months, if I recall aright.
I have to remember that it took at lot of folk down the ages to put up with considerable hardship to get this juju down to moi. And it's not all about moi either! But I am finding this quite hard. Not the meditations, but the ennui in between.
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Perhaps my father's advice can help with the ennui inbetween. He used to ask - have you got an outlet?
Albert? Obviously a man of some intellect! Hotboy
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