Ra Sunday
Brain Wilson has agreed to hand back the horse, but is keeping the chimpanzee. It'll be listening to Pet Sounds and wondering what the surf board is for as I blog here on Sunday at one p.m.
Anxiety is just anxiety. It doesn't have to be about anything. Safely arrived at Sunday afternoon and the only flatheids I had to deal with over the weekend ... well, they live here.
Two days ago I was standing on my head in the lobby and went into a lotus whilst upside down. Then I bent and sat down, feeling really surprised. Suddenly you're sitting there facing the opposite direction. Last year I saw a friend of mine doing that (they're not all complete flatheids!), but I haven't been big on hatha yoga for a while. Felt great that anyway. I'm 54 years old. I should have been dead two years ago at 52, the same age as my old man when he died. All I've got to look forward to in this life is emanating as a deity, collecting the four blisses and becoming a very happy, nice, older man.
My contemporaries, the flatheids, can look forward to grief, sorrow, lamentations .... suffering in this life. Watching them going down the tubes ..... the sensei and reverend has the right idea. You can find him here.
Go to a foreign country, hide in the woods and eat the inhabitants if you catch them strolling about.
Someone left a comment on the last blog about existentialism, I think. Can't be sure as it was in a foreign language. Who's teaching the martians french? Anyway, all I know about existentialism is that you're supposed to make authentic choices. I'm not sure what that is, but living in the woods in Tennessee is probably one. Pity people know where he is. One of these days he'll look out and be surrounded by flatheids to the left of him; to the right of him; in front of him.
Anyway, it's been a quiet weekend. Quite often in the evening I sit with family members watching the telly with headphones on. There is no music in these headphones. They are noise blockers. Because the telly was on, I closed my eyes and almost immediately was surfing the oceans of bliss. All weekend I've been meditating with my eyes open since the DL says you should. But with eyes closed .... great big clouds of ra bliss. Constant wonderful bliss.
This wouldn't have happened if I'd spent the weekend socialising. Shame about the flatheids ... they don't know what they're missing.
It's not dark now till after half eight here. We've got a hut on an allotment about five minutes away. I'm going there now. The hut is very decrepit and is a wonderful place to meditate. There's a wren's nest in it. Some years they use it and some not. Once or twice I've walked into the hut and had my head surrounded by wrens. Wrens are wee tottie birds. They don't mind me. I think they're wonderful!
Anxiety is just anxiety. It doesn't have to be about anything. Safely arrived at Sunday afternoon and the only flatheids I had to deal with over the weekend ... well, they live here.
Two days ago I was standing on my head in the lobby and went into a lotus whilst upside down. Then I bent and sat down, feeling really surprised. Suddenly you're sitting there facing the opposite direction. Last year I saw a friend of mine doing that (they're not all complete flatheids!), but I haven't been big on hatha yoga for a while. Felt great that anyway. I'm 54 years old. I should have been dead two years ago at 52, the same age as my old man when he died. All I've got to look forward to in this life is emanating as a deity, collecting the four blisses and becoming a very happy, nice, older man.
My contemporaries, the flatheids, can look forward to grief, sorrow, lamentations .... suffering in this life. Watching them going down the tubes ..... the sensei and reverend has the right idea. You can find him here.
Go to a foreign country, hide in the woods and eat the inhabitants if you catch them strolling about.
Someone left a comment on the last blog about existentialism, I think. Can't be sure as it was in a foreign language. Who's teaching the martians french? Anyway, all I know about existentialism is that you're supposed to make authentic choices. I'm not sure what that is, but living in the woods in Tennessee is probably one. Pity people know where he is. One of these days he'll look out and be surrounded by flatheids to the left of him; to the right of him; in front of him.
Anyway, it's been a quiet weekend. Quite often in the evening I sit with family members watching the telly with headphones on. There is no music in these headphones. They are noise blockers. Because the telly was on, I closed my eyes and almost immediately was surfing the oceans of bliss. All weekend I've been meditating with my eyes open since the DL says you should. But with eyes closed .... great big clouds of ra bliss. Constant wonderful bliss.
This wouldn't have happened if I'd spent the weekend socialising. Shame about the flatheids ... they don't know what they're missing.
It's not dark now till after half eight here. We've got a hut on an allotment about five minutes away. I'm going there now. The hut is very decrepit and is a wonderful place to meditate. There's a wren's nest in it. Some years they use it and some not. Once or twice I've walked into the hut and had my head surrounded by wrens. Wrens are wee tottie birds. They don't mind me. I think they're wonderful!
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