Bliss diary again!

Monday 10:40 p.m.
My wonderful Thursday was removed. Instead what I had was very good, but I didn't feel as if I'd built up the head of steam that the wonderful Thursday with no flatheids induces. You're never quite off on the right foot somehow without the wonderful Thursday.

On Friday I was bombed out of visiting the auld maw. Too many visitors. On Saturday I was bombed out of visiting our friend in hospital. So,on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, I spent all day meditating, more or less, until it got to the late evening, and you don't want to hear about all that malarkey again.

Sometimes you might have wanted to do something else, Jack. Why do you keep doing it then, Hotboy. It's because it works and is working, Jack.

One may have speculations and questions about this and that concerning the juju. Such as, what is all this Guru Yoga crap, and what is all this Deity Yoga crap, and what is all this lineages crap... and so on.

It's not all that close, but ... in the dhammapada: The arrow is in the boy and the boy refuses the physician until he knows all this stuff about the arrow. Like, what was it made of, what were the flights made of, what tribe did the basturn come from who shootied the arrow, and what not? By the time all the questions are answered, of course, the joe is dead.

These meditations work. Or, meditation works. Maybe you've only got calming and insight, and motivation. You could look at all the rest as being toys. Skilful means. The emptiness is what you're looking for. Imagining yourself to be the Medicine Buddha and imagining the M.B. across from you, and imagining them both to be the same thing might hack into your self clinging if you do it often enough. It must have some effect.

Some intimations of emptiness over these last few days.

Today was the Monday off. Such bliss from meditation one. Such bliss.