Sunday Morning!

Sunday 1:17 a.m.
Bliss diary:

Last night I kept company with the Domestic Bliss and watched Trainspotting on Film 4. Perfect example of why you should do nothing, see nothing, be affected by nothing. Because then I went to bed, but being sober and straight and it being Friday/Saturday night, I sat up in bed and meditated. This lasted two hours or so, but a whole lot of it was trying to get Ewan McGregor and such like out of my head. You have to avoid stimulation and have everything still.

Went to sleep about three and wakened up again around eight. Meditated till about ten or so. Then I meditated from about half eleven till luncho. I lay on the couch.

All the time I'd been trying to do stuff. On the couch, I had Football Focus on the telly and was doing the straightforward on the couch bliss. You're not trying to do anything here. Just being in the bliss with sometimes thoughts arising. Maybe usually not. Dozed off. Wakened up and did the lying there totally relaxed under the towel and stayed with the bliss until I had to get up for some reason. Then I started trying again and did my stuff in the lobby by the phone whilst the Domestic Bliss went out with her disease and tried to check that out with the socialising.

She came back about six and by then I'd been out once and read half the newspaper. Nothing else really. Then I meditated in the room, staring at a candle till around eight. Went out for five (FIVE) bottles of Erdinger and drank them from about nine while watching a duff movie in the company of the Domestic BLiss.

Somehow I didn't get properly drunk at all and watched Stephen Fry travelling around the USA in a taxi on various channels till I came in here to do this. While I was doing that, I was doing the vase breathing when not complaining about how sober I was, and having great effects from the vase breathing.

My concentration wasn't so great today and hasn't been for ages probably. Lots of thoughts. Some of the thoughts were very good though. I worked out how the Copenhagen Interpretation applied to the realisations of non-self and emptiness and thought I might blog about that, but it would take trying to write something down which was difficult and too much trying again and way too difficult.

Sometimes my concentration isn't what it should be because I'm tryingto concentrate all the time, and you're bound to get tired and lose the object of concentration. Maybe I should just be giving up and lie on the couch under the towel and be in the bliss. That must be called something. Then maybe get up and do blistering training sessions, head stands, tai chi, and then lie down again, and do the bliss. Space like meditation on the dharmakaya it might be called. But maybe not. So I'll go and lie down in bed now and try that. Just lying there, losing the body, doing the bliss.

It's a hard life, Jack, but somebody's got to live it!