Monday 8:45 p.m.
While flying through the sky on the way to Avignon, there was a great deal of bliss in the 737 jet. It's better to sit still and you can do that on a plane alright. Close your eyes, sit still, and ... oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
The next chance was on the train from Avignon to Marseille, a two hour journey maybe. Such bliss. I opened my eyes when the train stopped at a station. Arles.
'What can you say about Vincent Van Gogh, except he liked colours and he let it show?' Jonathon Rickman and the Modern Lovers.
I loved being in France again. La Belle France!
Because I don't sleep as long as some other folk, I got a chance to do the bliss next when I awakened the morning after, and then the morning after that. Then on the plane coming home. We went for a couple of nights to La Ciotat, a beach town along from Marseille.
The Lumiere brothers opened the first cinema there. There was an old railway track nearby, the set for the first movie they or anyone else ever made. Right beside it there was a bit of dirt where they invented petanque, a kind of bowls. Foreign travel is very educational. They have condom machines on street corners in La Ciotat. I was kind of dreading the unlimited plonko collapso, but the Bolivian Marching Band made an unexpected visit and there were no hangovers. Hurrah!
Every time I got a chance to meditate, I finished feeling most elated. What a fantastic thing it is to have access to bliss! It is most regrettable that the UnFortunate Ones do not have access to the bliss, but truly brilliant for moi that I have! I'd like to believe in God so I could give thanks for this bliss. Thank you, God! Thank you, God! Oh, thank you, God!
You know you're not supposed to cling or crave or become attached to the bliss, don't you, Hotboy? Jack, the bliss seems unavoidable and most enjoyable. I cannot say that I do not enjoy that which is so enjoyable. That would just be stupid at my stage of the game. So let's appreciate our good fortune and celebrate the bliss! Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss!
Antoine de Saint Expurey (?), the poet of the air, was shot down by a German pilot near La Ciotat during World War Two, according Froggy McDuck. I was most impressed by war memorials when I first spent some time in the South of France in the mid-70s. On the memorials it didn't say: Died in the Second World War. It said: Killed by the Germans. Dearie me. Still, ever since they got carpet bombed, they've really been quite nice.Oo La La!
Monday, 15 September 2008
Wednesday, 10 September 2008
The Secret Agent's Blog
Thursday 8:00 a.m.
Brian Wilson just informed me that there's a plug for xxxTheRealMcCoyxxx on the secret agent's blog. You can see it here.
Brian Wilson just informed me that there's a plug for xxxTheRealMcCoyxxx on the secret agent's blog. You can see it here.
Don't stand so..
Wednesday 10:00 p.m.
In the heathen schools, they don't mind much about how short the girls skirts are, much to the delight of the dirty old men. How their mothers let them go out the door like that I do not know.
So the senior member of staff is hustling this sixth year girl about the length of her skirt. Is that not a bit short? No. Would you feel comfortable bending down in that? Yes, says the girl, bending down and touching her toes. She was facing away from me at the time.
A wee while later, this other schoolgirl rushes into my office ... well, it's a glass box .. and does a kind of petulant indignant thing. So tells me to look at that, and hands me a mobile phone.
It's only a few times that I've had one of those things in my hand because they give you cancer.
So I looks at it for a bit and hands it back. It's a mobile phone, I says. No, read it, she says. There's some murkiness of vision then the message seems clear. I would like to fung you all night long, it said.
I think I should run a competition on what I said to this. YOu could choose from the following:
I would like to fung you all night long too, babes, or
If you'd like to run away with me, I've got a hut, or
I'm old enough to be your grandfather.
Of course, I said: Is this a text thing? Never claimed to be up on the technology me
The guy who sent the text thing is completely glaikit. Very nice and smart, but has some kind of glaikit syndrome. Stop sending obscene messages to people, I shout out at him. She started it, he says, the huge shiny smile, gurgling away there, cringeing in sensuous delight. I bet she did too.
I don't have to go to work tomorrow. Thank you, God! Thank you, God! Oh, thank you, God!
In the heathen schools, they don't mind much about how short the girls skirts are, much to the delight of the dirty old men. How their mothers let them go out the door like that I do not know.
So the senior member of staff is hustling this sixth year girl about the length of her skirt. Is that not a bit short? No. Would you feel comfortable bending down in that? Yes, says the girl, bending down and touching her toes. She was facing away from me at the time.
A wee while later, this other schoolgirl rushes into my office ... well, it's a glass box .. and does a kind of petulant indignant thing. So tells me to look at that, and hands me a mobile phone.
It's only a few times that I've had one of those things in my hand because they give you cancer.
So I looks at it for a bit and hands it back. It's a mobile phone, I says. No, read it, she says. There's some murkiness of vision then the message seems clear. I would like to fung you all night long, it said.
I think I should run a competition on what I said to this. YOu could choose from the following:
I would like to fung you all night long too, babes, or
If you'd like to run away with me, I've got a hut, or
I'm old enough to be your grandfather.
Of course, I said: Is this a text thing? Never claimed to be up on the technology me
The guy who sent the text thing is completely glaikit. Very nice and smart, but has some kind of glaikit syndrome. Stop sending obscene messages to people, I shout out at him. She started it, he says, the huge shiny smile, gurgling away there, cringeing in sensuous delight. I bet she did too.
I don't have to go to work tomorrow. Thank you, God! Thank you, God! Oh, thank you, God!
Monday, 8 September 2008
A group!
Monday
Quite often I think the present time is the best time I've ever had in my life. This is because of all the past times spent meditating. The Unfortunate OneS, who are too dumb to meditate, will not be able to understand this because the UFOs just don't get the bliss.
Just think what I could have done with all that time I spent meditating over the years. I could have written more books for one thing, and they wouldn't have got published either! Whatever I would have done otherwise, I would probably have few memories of it. Most things are just a waste of good time.
Serene, Jack! That's what the doctor ordered! A bit of serenity. I hope this is a stage in the meditations, something like the bliss, which I'll just have to put up with as well. Serenity is wonderful. You're almost untouchable. It's the calm stuff you put into yourself. Don't see where else it can come from.
Not only is the present time the best time I've had in my life, but the future will surely be even better. Soon I may have to put up with explosions of bliss. Then there will be the creeping non-duality. It arises in mind; abides in mind; declines in mind. When everything works like that ... you, it, the computery thing, your emotions ... well, let's hope I see the day.
Meditations have made this life a glorious thing for me; a continuous overlapping of wonderment after wonderment. Meditating has also made me a bit strange. I'm not like other joes, Jack. Thank god for that, Hotboy. The too dumb to meditate completely missed the point. The whole of life is just one big mind game. If you don't play it, you can't win it!
Oh yes! The Samye Ling have sent a full ordained nun up to Edinburgh to help uplift the pond life. She started a group meditation at Great King Street last Monday. I went. Only six or seven other weirdos turned up. Be nice to have some other people to meditate with on a regular basis!
Quite often I think the present time is the best time I've ever had in my life. This is because of all the past times spent meditating. The Unfortunate OneS, who are too dumb to meditate, will not be able to understand this because the UFOs just don't get the bliss.
Just think what I could have done with all that time I spent meditating over the years. I could have written more books for one thing, and they wouldn't have got published either! Whatever I would have done otherwise, I would probably have few memories of it. Most things are just a waste of good time.
Serene, Jack! That's what the doctor ordered! A bit of serenity. I hope this is a stage in the meditations, something like the bliss, which I'll just have to put up with as well. Serenity is wonderful. You're almost untouchable. It's the calm stuff you put into yourself. Don't see where else it can come from.
Not only is the present time the best time I've had in my life, but the future will surely be even better. Soon I may have to put up with explosions of bliss. Then there will be the creeping non-duality. It arises in mind; abides in mind; declines in mind. When everything works like that ... you, it, the computery thing, your emotions ... well, let's hope I see the day.
Meditations have made this life a glorious thing for me; a continuous overlapping of wonderment after wonderment. Meditating has also made me a bit strange. I'm not like other joes, Jack. Thank god for that, Hotboy. The too dumb to meditate completely missed the point. The whole of life is just one big mind game. If you don't play it, you can't win it!
Oh yes! The Samye Ling have sent a full ordained nun up to Edinburgh to help uplift the pond life. She started a group meditation at Great King Street last Monday. I went. Only six or seven other weirdos turned up. Be nice to have some other people to meditate with on a regular basis!
Saturday, 6 September 2008
This Vase Breathing!
Saturday 1:55 p.m.
I meditate in the lobby because that's where the phone is and I can't put it off when the Domestic Bliss is out. The light in the lobby has gone wonky, so I was sitting there yesterday evening with a couple of wee candles burning.
Light goes a bit luminescent, a wee bit radiantly bright and psychedelic almost, when I've been sitting for a while. Colours merge a bit. I don't know why this is. Anyway, last night I had to admit that whatever was in the visual field looked a touch beautiful.
Since this juju is potentially quite dangerous, nobody should try doing it the way I am. Ringu Tulku told me it was easy enough to open the channels, but you had to do things step by step, or you might have trouble closing them again.
I assume you should have developed some stability in the generation stage before you go onto the completion stage. I think that means that you should be able to emanate as a deity in your mandala before you go about blasting the heat and bliss up your whatever.
You should at least have the three coloured columns and the four symbols in place before you start vase breathing.
I'm cherry picking my way through this and doing it all at once, so it's my own fault if I crash and burn.
In The Bliss of Inner Fire, the boy mentions that you should eventually get the symbols blazing and dripping with kundalini. Then, I think, you start to move the heat and bliss up from symbol to symbol.
Since I can't visualise the symbols properly, I'd just been shooting the breath and enjoying the wonderful sensations weaving and waving up my body. But I have been getting reactions from the chakra positions for a while, so I've been trying to move the heat (when I can get some!) and the bliss up from one symbol to the other.
When the attention reaches the chakra in the middle of your brain ... well, Jack, that just comes on totally fabuloso! Very big expansion and most intense bliss!
So I've moved onto doing more of that!!
Nothing bad has happened to me through these meditations, so march on!
THIS POST WAS WRITTEN BY JOHN McKENZIE WHO HAS TEN BOOKS ON KINDLE. THE ONES CLOSELY CONNECTED WITH BUDDHISM, MEDITATION, BLISS, VASE BREATHING, TUMMO, ETC., ARE
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Buddha-Big-Bad-Wolf-ebook/dp/B005AIP7QE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319126284&sr=8-1
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Buddha-Big-Bad-Wolf-ebook/dp/B005AIP7QE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319126284&sr=8-
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Land-Demon-Masters-ebook/dp/B004XJ7OEO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319126424&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Real-McCoy-ebook/dp/B0054H4MO4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319126490&sr=1-1
THIS POST WAS WRITTEN BY JOHN McKENZIE WHO HAS TEN BOOKS ON KINDLE. THE ONES CLOSELY CONNECTED WITH BUDDHISM, MEDITATION, BLISS, VASE BREATHING, TUMMO, ETC., ARE
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Buddha-Big-Bad-Wolf-ebook/dp/B005AIP7QE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319126284&sr=8-1
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Buddha-Big-Bad-Wolf-ebook/dp/B005AIP7QE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319126284&sr=8-
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Land-Demon-Masters-ebook/dp/B004XJ7OEO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319126424&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Real-McCoy-ebook/dp/B0054H4MO4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319126490&sr=1-1
I meditate in the lobby because that's where the phone is and I can't put it off when the Domestic Bliss is out. The light in the lobby has gone wonky, so I was sitting there yesterday evening with a couple of wee candles burning.
Light goes a bit luminescent, a wee bit radiantly bright and psychedelic almost, when I've been sitting for a while. Colours merge a bit. I don't know why this is. Anyway, last night I had to admit that whatever was in the visual field looked a touch beautiful.
Since this juju is potentially quite dangerous, nobody should try doing it the way I am. Ringu Tulku told me it was easy enough to open the channels, but you had to do things step by step, or you might have trouble closing them again.
I assume you should have developed some stability in the generation stage before you go onto the completion stage. I think that means that you should be able to emanate as a deity in your mandala before you go about blasting the heat and bliss up your whatever.
You should at least have the three coloured columns and the four symbols in place before you start vase breathing.
I'm cherry picking my way through this and doing it all at once, so it's my own fault if I crash and burn.
In The Bliss of Inner Fire, the boy mentions that you should eventually get the symbols blazing and dripping with kundalini. Then, I think, you start to move the heat and bliss up from symbol to symbol.
Since I can't visualise the symbols properly, I'd just been shooting the breath and enjoying the wonderful sensations weaving and waving up my body. But I have been getting reactions from the chakra positions for a while, so I've been trying to move the heat (when I can get some!) and the bliss up from one symbol to the other.
When the attention reaches the chakra in the middle of your brain ... well, Jack, that just comes on totally fabuloso! Very big expansion and most intense bliss!
So I've moved onto doing more of that!!
Nothing bad has happened to me through these meditations, so march on!
THIS POST WAS WRITTEN BY JOHN McKENZIE WHO HAS TEN BOOKS ON KINDLE. THE ONES CLOSELY CONNECTED WITH BUDDHISM, MEDITATION, BLISS, VASE BREATHING, TUMMO, ETC., ARE
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Buddha-Big-Bad-Wolf-ebook/dp/B005AIP7QE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319126284&sr=8-1
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Buddha-Big-Bad-Wolf-ebook/dp/B005AIP7QE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319126284&sr=8-
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Land-Demon-Masters-ebook/dp/B004XJ7OEO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319126424&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Real-McCoy-ebook/dp/B0054H4MO4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319126490&sr=1-1
THIS POST WAS WRITTEN BY JOHN McKENZIE WHO HAS TEN BOOKS ON KINDLE. THE ONES CLOSELY CONNECTED WITH BUDDHISM, MEDITATION, BLISS, VASE BREATHING, TUMMO, ETC., ARE
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Buddha-Big-Bad-Wolf-ebook/dp/B005AIP7QE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319126284&sr=8-1
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Buddha-Big-Bad-Wolf-ebook/dp/B005AIP7QE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319126284&sr=8-
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Land-Demon-Masters-ebook/dp/B004XJ7OEO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319126424&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Real-McCoy-ebook/dp/B0054H4MO4/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1319126490&sr=1-1
Thursday, 4 September 2008
And on the Seventh Day ...
Thursday 7:50 p.m.
Around the 1840s, the authorities in Japan decided that anyone who said the Emperor wasn't divine was going to get it. A hundred years later hardly anyone in Japan doubted that the joe was divine. So it is important what you teach folk in schools.
The folk who invented the Bible were in the Holy Roman Catholic and Apostolic Church, so they knew it was totally untrustworthy and not to be relied on for anything. How come anyone can believe the Bible is the literal word of God when the Catholics don't?
The idea that someone who believed that God literally created the world in seven days (well, I think he had a kip on the seventh day) could become the Vice President of America was a preposterous idea when I was a young man. But not now, Jack, not now!
Evangelical christians must be the stupidest people in the world. Dangerous buggers as well. One of the things some of them believe is that the mosque on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, a most holy place for the moslems, will have to be destroyed so that the jewish temple can be rebuilt, thus heralding the return of Christ. This is after Armageddon, probably known later as World War Three. Someone who thinks God wants the Americans in Iraq is too much of a nutter ..... Thomas Jefferson must be spinning in his grave!!
Anyway, there's a programme just coming on BBC 4 about the Big Bang. Have to go now. God must have a good sense of humour to leave all those dinosaur bones lying around, eh?
XXXTheRealMcCoyXXX has a guy in it who wants to be President so he can set off this apocalypse over the Temple Mount, but it seems that American politics has just gone way beyond satire!!!
Around the 1840s, the authorities in Japan decided that anyone who said the Emperor wasn't divine was going to get it. A hundred years later hardly anyone in Japan doubted that the joe was divine. So it is important what you teach folk in schools.
The folk who invented the Bible were in the Holy Roman Catholic and Apostolic Church, so they knew it was totally untrustworthy and not to be relied on for anything. How come anyone can believe the Bible is the literal word of God when the Catholics don't?
The idea that someone who believed that God literally created the world in seven days (well, I think he had a kip on the seventh day) could become the Vice President of America was a preposterous idea when I was a young man. But not now, Jack, not now!
Evangelical christians must be the stupidest people in the world. Dangerous buggers as well. One of the things some of them believe is that the mosque on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem, a most holy place for the moslems, will have to be destroyed so that the jewish temple can be rebuilt, thus heralding the return of Christ. This is after Armageddon, probably known later as World War Three. Someone who thinks God wants the Americans in Iraq is too much of a nutter ..... Thomas Jefferson must be spinning in his grave!!
Anyway, there's a programme just coming on BBC 4 about the Big Bang. Have to go now. God must have a good sense of humour to leave all those dinosaur bones lying around, eh?
XXXTheRealMcCoyXXX has a guy in it who wants to be President so he can set off this apocalypse over the Temple Mount, but it seems that American politics has just gone way beyond satire!!!
Wednesday, 3 September 2008
The Credit Card Crunch!
Wednesday 5:10 p.m.
If I only had a grand, I could be a millionaire! Well, I could pay off my credit card debt anyway. Dearie me! Quelle surprise! I owe those basturns a grand now. Dearie, dearie me! Bread and water stretching interminably into the middle distance.
Fortunately, to become a buddha in one lifetime all you need is a cave and a bunch of nettles. I finally finished The Life of Milarepa last night. What a guy! Somebody should make a movie of that boy's travails. The dialogue he has before he dies with the geshe who's had him poisoned is really superb. Yes, the shape shifting and the flying about the Himalayas is all for free. It's the beer and cannybliss yogurts that cost the money.
As one slips further into the lonely financial zone ... when I finally manage to give up the drink and drugs, Jack, they're all going to be sorry, I'm telling you. Those credit card basturns are getting it first. Giant scorpions will materialise behind the shower curtains. No, they won't like that, Jack! They won't like that!
Tomorrow is Thursday. I can meditate all day and all night tomorrow if I want to. What a fortunate creature I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!
If I only had a grand, I could be a millionaire! Well, I could pay off my credit card debt anyway. Dearie me! Quelle surprise! I owe those basturns a grand now. Dearie, dearie me! Bread and water stretching interminably into the middle distance.
Fortunately, to become a buddha in one lifetime all you need is a cave and a bunch of nettles. I finally finished The Life of Milarepa last night. What a guy! Somebody should make a movie of that boy's travails. The dialogue he has before he dies with the geshe who's had him poisoned is really superb. Yes, the shape shifting and the flying about the Himalayas is all for free. It's the beer and cannybliss yogurts that cost the money.
As one slips further into the lonely financial zone ... when I finally manage to give up the drink and drugs, Jack, they're all going to be sorry, I'm telling you. Those credit card basturns are getting it first. Giant scorpions will materialise behind the shower curtains. No, they won't like that, Jack! They won't like that!
Tomorrow is Thursday. I can meditate all day and all night tomorrow if I want to. What a fortunate creature I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!
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