Wednesday night!

Wednesday 9:05 p.m.
Once I felt so wonderful at the Samye Ling during this meditation that I wrote them a letter thanking them for the physical bliss and mental ecstasy. For that's what it seemed like at the time, Jack! I think this was years before I took refuge.

Over the last couple of days, the bliss has seemed to increase into something other than just the amazing bliss I was getting sometimes anyway. Something more blissy! I think you get habituated to the bliss maybe, and then it can be cranked up again. But I do feel as if I've entered yet another bliss zone now. Hurrah!

I'm in the same boat as everyone else who meditates. You don't know what the next bit will be like. If you did, you'd practise more.

In the full Beer Monster Reduction Vehicle, I did a shadow boxing session last night. Six three minute rounds -after the skipping and the warm up stuff - is very exhausting. It always has been. You always have to finish feeling knackered. I'd recommend this form of exercise to all mad people. You don't stay still. You move as much as possible in a welter of snorting and sweating. It's as exhausting as you want it to be.

This afternoon the old toothless one and moi did the Ravelstone Dykes run. Much cherry blossom. So I don't have to take any strenuous exercise tomorrow. I don't have to do anything tomorrow and the flat is empty tonight. I'm going to have a wee sit now and investigate the bliss.

Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss! What a fortunate creature I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!