Fabulous Thursday!

Thursday 11:00 p.m.
What a wonderful day I've had! Some folk never have such a wonderful day in the whole of their naturals, so I am feeling like a very fortunate creature right now. Oh, what a fortunate creature I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!

I managed four hours meditations before lunch. I went out for flour supplies and made a loaf. I went up to the allotment and cut the grass down one side. It was an amazingly hot and sunny day for Chilly Jockoland. The reason why the teeshirt is hanging up in one of the photies is because it was wringing with sweat due to the grass cutting. But I'm used to that! That view with the teeshirt in it is the one you get from the hut door where I sat for an hour or so feeling relatively inconspicuous due to the thriving vegetation blocking the view of passers-by. By the time I came back to eat some dinner, I'd put in six hours meditating.

Then I lay on the couch for a bit. When I got up, I phoned the good mother to see if she wanted to go out for lunch tomorrow and since she did, I decided to do the five hills run, and not go down to Costorphine for the nine mile one.

I did it uncharacteristically in just a teeshirt ... no woolly hat and without the two sweat shirts. I took three minutes off the time I usually do that run in these days, which is forty minutes.

After the bliss bath and trying to work out facebook and watching the end of the France Mexico game (vase breathing with the noise blockers on!), I sat in the lobby for the last meditation of the day so far. A cracker! An absolute cracker. Bliss and light and heat! Hurrah!

If I could put three days together like that ... but I have to do the granny run through Lanarkshire tomorrow. Anyway, I can meditate for three hours in Newmains and an hour or so in Bellshill, so I should be able to do five hours in total before I get the train home.

One of the photies is of the current state of the apples and the other is of the sprouting branch of the apple tree. The tatties and onions and cabbages are doing brilliantly this year.

Hurrah for today!! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!!!

I have to give up the computery thing now to the Domestic Bliss and watch Glee with my eyes shut and the noise blockers on.

It's a small world!

Thursday 7:55 a.m.
I started the meditations today at 5:30 a.m. At the start of the day, I usually go through a list of the folk I know who have died and whom I'll like to do some juju for. There's now twenty folk on that list, the vast majority of them younger than me when they checked out.

I've decided to put the guy who topped himself last week on it for the next seven weeks since it turns out that he was also a close friend of the Spango Yogini, who shared a flat with him for three years, as well as the sensei's. It is indeed a small world!

What are you going to tell him when you visualise him, Hotboy? I'm going to tell him to go to heaven, Jack. Do you believe in heaven, Hotboy?

Samsara and nirvana are the same reality in the state of ultimate awareness.
To achieve ultimate reality, I mark everything with mahamudra, The Great Seal of emptiness.
This is the quintessence of non-duality. Milarepa, slightly misquoted perhaps.

I'd like to grow old in the conviction that nowhere is anywhere and that anywhere is nowhere; that everybody is nobody and anybody is everybody. Until then ... for the sake of visualising folk in the bardo, I can think of heaven as being just another mental formation, dependently originated, a bit like that which I'm in just now except a lot better. A pure land full of compassion where there are no flatheids, the women are all gorgeous, show great enthusiasm, and don't complain about the mess.

It might be a lot better for most folk if there is no afterlife. In the Tibetan tradition I don't think rebirth is something you'd look forward to, and the bardo between lives sounds as hairy as hell. Of course, if it's like dreaming, you might not know you are dead. And the Tibetan jujuman said controlling anything in the bardo was like getting chucked out of jet with a pencil and a bit of paper and expecting to be able to write a four line poem before you hit the ground.

I
try
not
to
believe
in
anything
has too many lines!!

It's going to be a great day for the bliss!

Wednesday night photies!

Wednesday 8:35 p.m.
The bus stop photies were taken today and yesterday. There's a rose bush in the allotment and the other one is of flowers on the tatties. The trees aren't as good to photograph with leaves on them!

Vase Breathing, Heat and Bliss!

Tuesday 9:42 p.m.
This post won't interest you if you don't meditate. People do land on this blog looking for information about vase breathing, tummo, gtumo, bliss, meditation and heat. So this is for you.

I don't know what bliss is though I've just been practising and getting shedloads of it. I suppose it might have something to do with serotonin, dopamine or whatever, but if so, I've no idea how it works. I don't think anyone has. In the press yesterday there was an article by this prof saying that serotonin levels have bugger all to do with depression, but this is contested. Nobody knows. Ignorance prevails as usual.

I started meditating twenty five years ago come this September/October, so that would make me thirty four. I started getting into the bliss when I began to meditate three times a day and got up at six in the morning to do some before going to work. I think I must have been about forty two then.

A guy called Dave Gibson encouraged me to take refuge, saying it would improve my meditations, and it did. I took refuge after reading The Bliss of Inner Fire and got an empowerment from Lama Yeshe, in rather peculiar circumstances I might say, around Christmas 2002. I took refuge on January 3rd, 2003.

I had made some connection between bliss and breathing when I was ten weeks off work a wee while after this, but I had my first experience of inner heat on April 6th, 2003. I've never had anything quite like that since.

There has been a slow, gradual development of bliss and heat since then.

I think you're supposed to be opening channels in your subtle body. My visualisations of these channels, the drops, the deity, etc., are very poor, but the channels seem to be opening anyway!

I've encountered no problems with any of this stuff though I maybe should have since I haven't received any instructions and I don't do stuff the way it says in the books.

I started moving awareness up through the four chakras you use about eighteen months ago when I was getting some side effects from concentrating soley on the navel chakra. Also, this is the way to the bliss. The bliss you get from the chakra in the middle of your brain is the business!

These days at every stage of the medicine buddha sadhana I do, I raise the awareness through these chakras in combination with vase breathing. This goes from the navel chakra and always goes back down the the navel chakra at every stage in the process. I don't know if this is recommended or not. I can't remember.

Ultimately, you are supposed to be able to collect the Four Blisses on the way down from the brain chakra. I don't know if I'll ever get there, but I am getting some bliss from every one of the four chakras I use. Not every time, but sometimes.

I'm definitely getting heat now, but not in the central channel. I suppose this is because my visualisations are so poor. But when the heat started checking in some more, these suddenly started to improve. I have no explanation for this. I have no explanation for any of this.

The jobbie is dead quiet today. I'm going to sneak off and do some more meditating. Here comes the bliss!

It's a shame the world is full of the too dumb to meditate, but it's not my fault!

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Monday Update!

Monday 8:45 p.m.
I was just about to doze off on the couch this evening after work when I smelt the soup pot burning. Your sense of smell is a quantum mechanical event, like photosynthesis. You smell what you smell because whatever it is isn't acting like a particle (otherwise it was never breach the mucus in your nose), but like a wave.

Why are you interested in quantum stuff, Hotboy? Well, Jack, some saints have been reported as being able to be in two places at once. Padre Pio was one such joe. During the Second World War he used to appear on clouds in front of American bombers and jammed their bombing gear. All the villages around about were bombed, but not his.

Do you believe that, Hotboy? I don't believe anything, Jack. But I find stuff like that interesting.

I think I read once that buddhas could emanate with 100,000 different bodies. I think wee tottie particles/waves can do that as well.

Tell us about the meditations, Hotboy! The spam robots want to hear about the bliss!

I didn't do much meditating early on today since I got drunk last night, but it was evident by the lunchtime meditation that the whole caboodle has moved on again. The warmth and heat is coming on faster than it was last week.

The amazing events and sensations produced by the vase breathing are accepted by me now. It's been such a slow development, over years, not months. I think if your flatheid were to get these feelings all at once, they'd definitely want to go to hospital. You'd be freaked. In an odd kind of way this is comparable to old age. If you were suddenly old, you'd be amazed at how gruesome it was. But if it just takes place in small increments, like day by day, you kind of habituate to it.

According to the statcounter thing, there were seventy four unique visitors to this bloggie yesterday. That's about sixty more than usual. I joined facebook a couple of weeks ago to keep in touch with my young relatives and a lot of these new visitors seem to come from there. I mentioned the bloggie on facebook which might have been a mistake. I'd like folk to meditate, especially family members, but there's nothing you can do about flatheids and the too dumb to meditate. Apart from the great vajrayana being a wee bit dangerous, I can see why the Tibetans sitting in the caves didn't talk to anyone about this juju. Esoteric. The effects, even for someone like moi, are so off the wall ... anyway, even the Domestic Blis and the kiddo don't meditate. Nobody I'm friendly with, in this country anyway, meditates.

Would you like to have never learned to meditate, Hotboy? You might have made some money and been a real man!

Sometimes I'm hilarious, so I am! Flatheids can't appreciate that! Flatheids don't even know they're flatheids!

I donned the Beer Monster Reduction Vehicle and shadow boxed through the first half of Italy versus Paraguay. I've stopped eating butter and cheese. The next time I get paid I'll stop smoking and recommence eating the soapbar. I will make light middleweight. I will! I will! I will! By the end of July, the old, toothless one will be gasping in my wake!

Sunday's resume!

Sunday 8:27 p.m.
The kiddo left the nest again this morning and so I am on my ownio till Wednesday night.

On Thursday, I must have done seven hours on the cushion; Friday, about six hours although I did the granny run on the bike through Lanarkshire; yesterday, another six or so hours before the kiddo came back from the Fatherland; but today I only did about four hours. Now, I'm going to have a drink. Jobbie basturn, grief, sorrow, lamentations, etc., tomorrow. The Fatherland are two nil up against the kangaroos at this moment in the World Cup. I guess if the kangaroos get a real hammering, Albert will have to stop goose-stepping around in his garden for a while.

I think I might be a bit obsessive about meditating. I used to be obsessive about writing, but I've only managed a half hour of doing the wonderful writings since I decided to keep that up last Monday. But this was a very enjoyable half hour and I might end up come my summer holidays with a plotline I can work on.

Am I obsessive, Jack? No, Hotboy, you have a work ethic. You have to do what is necessary and it is necessary that you sit in the lobby and do the calming and the concentrations, the bliss, the rapture, and sometimes the ecstasy over long periods of time so that, if you live long enough to get out of gainful employment, you will have the basis to begin to properly emanate as a deity, and appreciate emptiness. Because this is the best of things. You have written enough, but you have not meditated enough. If you meditate some more, maybe you will have something interesting to write about.

The huns are four nil up. I think Albert should have the day off work tomorrow. They'll be throwing bricks, so they will

The old, toothless one and I went jogging today, which is why I didn't meditate so much. An hour and twenty five minutes along the North Edinburgh cycle paths. You can't rely on the old, toothless one for the long, slow distance running because he doesn't meditate and gets anxious. I don't care if I don't know where I am. We didn't know where we were after an hour and surfaced in a private girls school. No schoolgirls, unfortunately. I applied for a jobbie there once a long time ago when I was still gorgeous, but they didn't even interview me. The stains and spittle marks on the application form maybe put them off. Cloistered protestant girls. Even I, the master of restraint, would be dead by this time.

I burst into tears when I was writing about the joe who topped himself. I wish folk wouldn't do that!

I went to sit this early evening in the allotment. The photies are of the cabbages, which are down to the Domestic Bliss, and of the going home.

I am such a fortunate creature! I don't know anyone who is as fortunate as I am, or as fortunate as I have been. What a fortunate creature I am , I am. What a fortunate creature I am!

Yesterday's photies!

Sunday 5:10 p.m.
I don't know what the wee bush with the blue flowers on it is called. Otherwise, it was potatoes and lupins again. I suspect the tatties this year are even going to be better than last year, which was bumper crop.