Kundalini and Thebten Yeshe

Sunday 4:45 p.m.
Here's some quotes from the web about kundalini.

The concept of Kundalini can be thought of as a rich source of psychic or libidinous energy in the body. Sexual arousal and Kundalini movement is synonymous.

You will definitely experience more sexual pleasure and potency as you progress with your meditation, but that is not the purpose or the goal of Kundalini meditation. I would say that it is just a very pleasant side effect which will happen on its own without you making any conscious effort.

Despite the myths to the contrary the purpose of Kundalini meditation is not to generate masturbatory rush of sexual energy through the human body.

The objective is to raise the kundalini to the crown chakra, where it unites with the Shiva, or the male polarity, and brings illumination. The yogi then attempts to lower the energy to another chakra, but not below the heart chakra because descent to lower chakras is thought to produce ego inflation, rampant sexual desire, and a host of other ills. By repeatedly raising the kundalini to the crown, the yogi can succeed in having the energy permanently stay there.

....a premature or explosive awakening can cause insanity or death.

Well, Jack, there it is. I've just discovered that you can now read The Bliss Of Inner Fire as a google book i.e. it's online. Great.

Tuesday.
I've been reading The Bliss of Inner Fire by Lama Thebten Yeshe on the computery thing. The problems with becoming a randy old goat are dealt with from page 146. I would copy it onto this blog, but it won't let me. Don't understand that. Probably copyright or something. Glad I found this though.

Totally fabulous book. Read it, get yourself a guru for back-up, and stop being a miserable basturn!

The supporting deities!

2:25 a.m.
The photie is what I spent most of the day looking at. The Domestic Bliss had cleaning and clearing and chucking out of things to do, so I hid in my room and stared at the wall.

How fortunate are you, Hotboy? I am in the top one percent of the most fortunate creatures, Jack. There are few and far between who are more fortunate than moi! Few and far between.

The supporting deities are all women. The auld maw, the dakini, and the Domestic Bliss. Men are such useless basturns! They are not helpful. They have their heids stuck up their bottoms. They lack compassion.They are all moi, moi, moi!

I'd like to sing yous all a little song. Love me tender, love me sweet, and never let me go. Can you hear Elvis singing that, Jack? On the Ed Sullivan Show. Love me tender, love me sweet and all my dreams fulfill ....

The most supporting of the supporting deities, the Domestic Bliss, said I should go down to the Samye Ling for a month. Not three days. Not ten days. A month. She said there are no fags down at the Samye. No fags, no drink, no women falling out their dresses. It only costs £105 a week, or £15 a day.

There is no point in trying to describe the light and the heat and the bliss I had to endure today staring at the wall, and such like. But it had moved on and I was amazed again. It's a shame about the flatheids. People who don't meditate might as well blow their brains out. What a waste of human beingness! But it's not my fault, Jack. Being too dumb to meditate is not my fault. But where would moi be without the supporting deities, the wonderful women?

Sexy Post!

Thursday 10:00 p.m.
"I'm so hot for you! I'm so hot for you! I'm so hot for you and you're so cold. I'm a burning bush! I'm a burning fire! I'm a bleeding volcano!" Jagger/Richards.

I'm going to down four bottles of Erdinger and listen to music on Youtube at the same time. I did not know you could do this!

'If you start me up. If you start me up, I'll never stop!' Jagger/Richards.

I don't know anything about anything. I know bugger all about Tibetan Buddhism. I know bugger all about the tantrayana, otherwise known at the yajrayana. The Great Yajrayana, the juju of jujus!

So Kalu Rinpoche, and if anyone was more realised than him ..., was bonking his driver with his attendant as they were driven across Europe. The boy was in his seventies by then. The josephine says it was bugger all tantric.

The meditations today became very good indeed after about four hours. Then we're talking hot. There is an association between heat and passion, is there not? This stuff is tantric. Shiva says in India they don't like the tantric joes because they do magic and then hump your daughter.

The theravadins, I read once, couldn't believe this Tibetan stuff...

The other arrived then unexpectedly early. I think I'll just go and help her with her luggage. Let's have fun and fool around. Dearie me.

So the theravadins thought these lamas just wanted to get pissed and hump. Anagorika Govinda, who was a theravadin German joe, said the tibetans could make saints, and he should know. The theravadins say that you cannot become a buddha in this degenerate age. You can aspire to be an arhat, but not a buddha. Ne... Thera said, with regard to his brothers from the land of snows, that if you get so far realised you can't come back even if you wanted to.

The lama said I would get "everything" from calming meditations. Maybe I should have been less ambitious. No, I shouldn't!

I read that this boy said you could tell when the monk had got the deity yoga juju together because when he asked the nuns for the humpings, he did not ask just the pretty young ones, but didn't care what they looked like since he saw them all as deities. Let us hope that these monks weren't so hot that they didn't care what kind of body the orifice had.

Compassion and altruism is the basis of the path. The qualities of the Medicine Buddha are compassion and altruism, loving kindness, bliss and joy, heat and healing. God help us all.

The sensei and reverend made me laugh today. He's coming out of a sangha meeting and gets into a contretemps with a boohoo whilst still wearing his dress ... sorry, robes! A one punch contretemps. The sensei used to have a professional boxing license. Don't fung with us! You can take the boy out of Maryhill, but you can't take Maryhill out of the boy! Zen monks, ya bass!

Kurasawa's samurai were into zen, I suppose. Have you ever seen the movie when the guy goes first? They stare. The first one to break gets choppied.

The Domestic Bliss says that there are more cleavages around just now. It's not just me. Thank God for that!

We must remember, Jack, that even in this degenerate age, it is possible to be cool. As soon as you stop bevvying, Hotboy, the Australian Ladies Volleyball Squad might be getting a bit of a pounding!

12:50 a.m.
Just been watching Thriller on Youtube after hearing of the demise of Michael Jackson. Hope I die of a massive heart attack. Like Heart Attack and Vine. We are not guaranteed the time, Jack. No, we are not guaranteed the time, Hotboy. Stop being a pissheid and get to the hut!

Allotment shots 2

Wednesday
The poppy plant sits a wee bit to the right of where I sit sometimes at the edge of the allotment. I was sitting there twice today. Last evening the poppy was closed, but today it had jumped out in all its flowering glory. How did it do that?!!! The photie doesn't do it justice. Only a week to go at the jobbie (i.e. another two and a half days) and then I can think on such things for six weeks. Six weeks! It's enough to make you weep with joy, so it is! So it is!

Allotment shots

Wednesday.
A was a beautiful day yesterday, so I went up to the allotment instead of going to the tai chi. The flowers are on tatties. Tatties will be on the menu in a month's time. Hurrah!

Down where the drunkards roam!

Tuesday
Terrible drug alcohol. Should be banned. I wakened up this morning at four and didn't feel too bad. Last night I relented on the way to Scotmid for a bottle of collapso, and got four very nice and expensive German beers instead. I meditated from four till about half five then I fell asleep again. Nightmare!!

These days the vivid dreams are same old, same old ... but sometimes horrorshow. So I've got this time a big space, but it's getting invaded again and again, and by some people who are not very nice, and some not very nice things are happening around me. I ended up in the street and the fascist militia was chasing me into this toilet. As they were coming through the door, I managed to escape by disappearing through a crack in the roof. Dearie me.

I've been drinking every night for about the last ... since I ran out of the cannybliss. The dakini called me on the phone from the buddhafields on Sunday and says there's no resin to be had for love nor money in all the heavens, hells and Edinburgh as well. Damn ma skin!

Hotboy, this is the beginning of a collusion of auspicious circumstances. You'll have to be straight! You'll have to be straight! You have to give up drink and drugs and staying out late!

I do not feel so enthusiastic about the hut right now. I stripped back the bush covering the damage and it looks like a big bit of the side will have to be replaced. By someone. It was suggested that I get a camp bed. Great idea! Someone remarked that rats could climb and the camp bed wouldn't save me. Anyway, I could stay in the hut all day and all evening and then walk home to sleep. But it's not the same. The flatheids can still get at you if you do that.

I felt pretty fashed and bashed on the way to the jobbie this morning. After a slice of my breid with cheese and a cuppa, and a wee meditate, I felt remarkably revived! It's been a very good day at the jobbie in fact.

Yesterday evening after work, I lay down on the couch under my towel and set myself for a bit of yoga nidra then sleepybys. Then the clouds cleared and the sun came streaming through the windows.

I had to get up. It wasn't the brightness (brightness is not something I dislike!),but the heightened effect the sun had on my skin. This is the first time this has happened. In The Bliss of Inner Fire, the boy says when he was doing these meditations he couldn't go out in strong sun or sit near fires. On reading this, I remember exclaiming: Ah'm goiny be a vampire! I'm goiny be a vampire! And I'm not even getting that much heat.

I'm still a million miles away from Tsangkhopa's preferred heat, rising up the central channel. The heat I'm getting is kind of all over and not so much on the skin, but inside. All the time, despite being a disgrace to the juju, everything seems to relentlessly increase. Hurrah!

The photie is of Heruka. This joe is a wrathful deity. According to some Tibetans in the spacetime between death and life, you will encounter joes like this. On the net there's a story from Trunga Rinpoche going on about seeing this stuff. You are supposed to see Buddha families as well. This is supposed to happen whether you believe in anything or not. Hmmm?

I was listening to the Great Buddha Lama Yeshe Losal on a CD at the auld maw's and he said he wouldn't answer questions on the buddha families, their colours, etc., because he'd never seen them. You might have thought he might have encountered this kind of thing in his two previous bardo retreats.

There aren't any chakras, I don't suppose. There aren't any wheels spinning about and symbols and whatnot, even if you have taught yourself to see them. However, since before Christmas at the latest, I've been getting very strong reactions when I've been imagining purifying light coming down from the Medicine Buddha very hazily imagined over my head. And when I've been lifting the awareness.

In boxing you're not allowed to hit below the belt. This is really so you won't get hit on that spot about four fingers width below your navel. You can't have a contest if you can hit there because it wouldn't last very long. Also, you can get knocked out by a blow to a spot just below where your ribs join. One of the classic chakra positions is there. So there is something going on in these places. By imagining symbols in there, you can concentrate and focus better on such areas and get a helluvan amount of bliss, especially in the one right in the middle of your brain, which isn't really a classic chakra place at all, I don't think. It's not really the crown chakra or the third eye one. Hmmm? Does anyone know anything about what our anatomical scientists say about these areas, especially the one four fingerwidths below your navel? I didn't think so!

Disconnected!

Monday
We do not have an internet connection at home at the moment. I took these photies on Thursday whilst up the allotment and after doing a training session in the evening. The full Beer Monster Reduction Vehicle was laid on the floor so I could take the photie dressed in my pants and socks, but maybe you don't really want to know that.

I tried hard to meditate and meditate and meditate from Wednesday on, but had the evenings off for drinking wine and spent most of yesterday socialising.

I discovered that you can buy a bottle of plonko collapso from Scotmid near where I stay for £3:49. The year after I left uni, you could buy a bottle of Spanish sauterne in Bellshill for £1. You could buy seven pints of beer for £1 in 1973. A pint of beer in the Traverse last week cost me more than the plonko collapso: £3:80.

Is it time to give up the Erdinger (£1:99 a bottle from Peckhams) for the plonko collapso, Jack? Hmmmm? You should stop drinking, Hotboy. But you can't buy soapbar in this town for love nor money. If I stop drinking, that would be no soapbar, no drinking, no nothing. So be it, Hotboy. So be it.