Ra Wet Teeshirt Competition!

At last! Just over the last few days I've been thinking it was just about time to get some flatheids round for an exhibition of drying off wet blankets. This might involve lots of blowing and snorting and feeling silly, but not if you replace blankets with baseball shirts. Such as those over here.

Since this is RaBlissBlog every now and again maybe I should define ra bliss. You have the punishment. You have the reward. Ra bliss is the reward. It is what happens if you do this and do that. You get this other thing, maybe a somewhat surprising thing. If bliss doesn't have the connotations, just think of the best thing. The best thing is ra bliss.

Samaramom has been on my mind recently because if you just call folk flatheids and jibe at them maybe you forget how hard it is, and how hard it is to try. I read this book by the first English guy to become a Thai monk. He'd been lecturing on the newly translated sutras on a mixture of beer and benzedrine. In Thailand, he wanted the meditation, which no one knew anything about. The abbot stuck him in a bamboo box on stilts (cue Colonel Bogey's March!) and when the boy tried to come out for a wee walk about, he was told to get back into the box or he was on the next boat back to the flatheids. He had a task. The task was to put four symbols into his body. I can't remember the colours, but it was the same as the four big hindu/buddhist chakras. I think he spent four months in the box. Might have been six. Definitely three at least.

I'm not the only sweetie eater. Maybe it should be hard. We find it hard to endure because we do not know about ra bliss. Even if we get some bliss, it is still hard. You have to try. That's unfortunate.