Ra Saturday's Child

Saturday 10:05 a.m.
Wakened up today and couldn't believe it was still the weekend. What a life! All I've got to do is stop spending money and everything will be wonderful. Much enjoyed blogging while drinking weissbier last night. Time to start meditating!
11:20 a.m.
Just got phoned up by Brian Wilson. They're after me. Here's some stuff about the practise I'm doing just now.

You take refuge and go from the principal guru down the list. You imagine them in front of you and then over your head. Then the image goes into a white line and that goes down your body purifying it. Jesus Christ comes last in this list once you've got to the end and did your principal or root guru again. This white line stuff is fantastic, by the way. You can feel the spaces getting whiter and brighter as you go down.

After the Jesus Christ bit, you try to give something to all your dead relatives and the folk you know who are dead. So you visualise them as well.

May all sentient being be happy. That's the first part of the routine.

After a wee bit, you start going through the inner signs of dying after the last breath. When you get to the absolute body of the Buddha, the beyond conceptualisation juju, it may seem like limitless space, or space without edges. You can stay there for a bit. I think that's where the big juju people stop and fix when they really die. That stops rigor mortis setting in for three days plus, I think.

Anytime after this, go blue line. Then red triangle at the the bottom. Then you might fill in the other symbols. This is the enjoyment body of the buddha, or your astral body, or the Holy Ghostie Men. You've been doing the occasional vase breath throughout, but you should go for it now.

I think when the truly weird effects of the vase breathing are occurring, you might try to manifest as Dorje Sempa in the mandala with Dorje Sempa also visualised in front of you.

By that time you have to get up and move.

This is what I need to get into. The three dimensional visualisations with Dorje Sempa. I explained how that is done in Light in the Dark when the wee girl has to create a monster, not a deity.

St Teresa says when she was visualising Jesus Christ in his glorified body, she started with the hands. So in the cave I assume you do the same with Dorje Sempa ... until Dorje Sempa seems to be there. This must take a terrific amount of time and effort.

I told Brian Wilson it was raining here, but he doesn't believe me. I'll have to go and sit in the lobby now and try to repel flatheids when the phone rings. Of course, you would not have a phone in your cave.

1:35 p.m.
Brian Wilson showed up and tried to get me to play goolf. I explained that I only spent money now on beer and what with the sore leg, the dodgy bi-focals, and the tennis elbow ... anyway, he went away again. So I think I might go and do some more meditating.

The three kayas you kind of collect when you go dead - the dharmakaya, the sambhokakaya, the nirmanakaya - seem to correspond with parts of other religions. The hindus have the causal (dharmakaya?), the astral (sambhokakaya) and the material (nirmanakaya). The christians have God the Father, God the Son and the Holy Ghostie Men. Something a bit similar anyway. Syncretism? More meditations coming up!

10:45 p.m.
Fabulous bliss this evening. It's when it gets dark. This is one for the human beings. Say it was cold and dark for the whole winter and you had no telly. The juju is your telly. The bliss, ra rapture, ra ecstasy is there for you though you be ever so humble. Imagine you were so unfortunate as to be washed up on chilly Jockoland and you do not have a telly, or a radio, or not access to ra bliss. Dearie me. It's better to be more.

If the bliss is there and it's really dead easy to reach it over a lifetime anyway, it's terrible that folk don't have access to it at all. That must be a tragedy. I think that is why I'll just get the rowing boat out and set off for the Unheard of Island. It has still been a great day. Ra bliss, ra bliss!