Ra Hottest Hot Day Ever!
Wednesday 12:40 p.m.
What a sunny day! And I got up today around half eight and started meditating at ten. Just finished. This is RaBlissBlog and I must say ra bliss and the heat continue to develope. Every meditation starts in ra bliss these days! Sometimes it just hits home in an odd way. The other day I thought: I can get out of my face on air! I mean, how fantastic is that!
Google translation into Scots. "Ah kin get oot ma face oan air!" You can hear stuff like that on the Simpsons. Scotland's got a great brand, so it has!
Apart from doing a tai chi set and having a bit of a stretch (dog pose), I phoned up the Traverse Theatre today to accept two free tickets to the opening night of their two productions at the Festival. I mean, how brilliant! They give you free wine afterwards as well. These tickets are worth £64 and for someone with £10 left to do me till the end of the month that's not to be sniffed it. I love these nights as well. The kiddo and I sit right at the front.
Quite soon I'm going to go and sit under a tree in the Botanic Gardens and re-read the draft of my novel. It's a tough life, so it is!
3:08 p.m.
I looked up from the draft of my novel at the sun streaming through the trees and thought it just looked gorgeous. The Botanic Gardens is good any day, but today was a bit special.
I read four chapters of the book. The first two don't need more work, but chapter three and four do. So I stopped there, thankful that it was getting hazy. I promised myself I'd cycle the one brake bike to the home brew shop and hit the credit card for some supplies. So I'll do that now.
8:00 p.m.
Narrowly avoiding death on the three lane roundabout near the top of Leith Walk, I got to the home brew shop and it was.... shut! Somebody's trying to tell you something, Hotboy! Yeah, some shops in Edinburgh shut on Wednesday afternoons.
The kiddo's ex-boyfriend is here for his dinner. How weird are young people these days? I wanted my ex-girlfriends (well, both of them!) to die a horrible death or at least leave town so I didn't have to clap eyes on them again. It's eight o clock and no dindins yet!
I went for a run just before seven (we were supposed to eat at half six!) and that's the second one this week. No reaction in the knee. Yippee! Dinner has been announced! Usually, I just eat soup and bread, so vive la difference, or whatever!
11:30 p.m.
The kiddo's ex is a very nice guy. He's in the Scottish Socialist Party. The ex leader is all over the papers just now for suing the News of the World for defamation due to them saying he was into swingers clubs, group sex and whatnot. Obviously, he could hump for Scotland. What is he playing at? Why didn't he say he's also got blow up dolls to hump on his nights off and fung off you with your bourgeois morality. The whited sepulchres and hypocrasy is what we don't need. What a dildo the guy is! He must be scared of his mother or something!
Anyway, I've had a great day! The only downside was getting a wee bit annoyed in the Botanics. That's really why I stopped reading the draft of the book. I haven't got a title. The novel's main concern is about the bum deal working class kids get from the educational establishment in this town. As I read it, I get angry. That's wrong. I have to be amused or I can't write it. I can write an angry book and be amused. I need more distance. But the first two chapters were alright.
It's getting dark at half ten. I leave the dinner party. It's sober. I do ra bliss. I'm getting this right if I just have the time. Or, this will happen for moi if I just give it a chance. It is not mine!
The Kagyu say they have the skillful means.
Remember if you read this, Jack, that I'm just making it up and reading between the lines.
The first couple of hours is spent getting over what you've been doing the night before. Being a bad boy. Then you get up to the last meditation as the sun goes down here in Hotboy Jockoland. It's after ten. The boy says the fire element may be pronounced then.
So I had a really great meditation. Do the death. Stop breathing (not literally!), and go through the mirage, clouds, blue with fireflies, candlelight flickering light, white flash, hot red flash, blackness deep as night, clear light mind (that's bright in all dimensions). You can stick there. This is the end. And the beginning. Are you still here, Jack? If you can do that with thoughtlessness, you can just stay there.
But you want to think. Go blue tube. Put in the symbols. Vase breath every one. Go smaller blue tube with the red tube to the right and the white tube to the left, feeding into the mantric symbol down at the bottom of the blue tube. Vase breath.
When the juju is working with ra breaths, it's hard to hold any of this together. So you want me to cry for you? Just try it.
The results of the vase breath are so wonderful and astonishing. You're a hotboy now. A blissheid. Do ra amazing bliss and be a deity. You're in the mandala. Here, you must remember that you are a light being. You are proud. The mandala is luminous. You are resonant with ra bliss and heat.
Remember the lines: I AM THE ACID KING. I CAN DO ANYTHING!
Do the breathing.
The next bit I can't get yet! You have done generation. Next you want completion.
I think now you do completion. You collect the four blisses.
You go back into the tubes and symbols.
You remove them one by one. Until you are the heart centre, which is luminous blue and pointing down. Then you dissolve that.
So you are back to the dharmakaya
If your legs aren't killing you by this point, you can negate the self within, and then negate the self with out ... abide in the simultaneously arising of everything.
We have appearance and emptiness.
Sorry you're a flatheid, Jack. Sorry you thought having a motor car or a house could make you happier. Get real, Jack! This is a mind game. If you don't play the mind game, what a spanking you might have to take! It was a great day for me, Jack, but it would be a much better day if it had been a really good day for you as well.
I hope my dharma brother is not starving to death! But he's got a |Bulldog 44! What a great country America is!
What a sunny day! And I got up today around half eight and started meditating at ten. Just finished. This is RaBlissBlog and I must say ra bliss and the heat continue to develope. Every meditation starts in ra bliss these days! Sometimes it just hits home in an odd way. The other day I thought: I can get out of my face on air! I mean, how fantastic is that!
Google translation into Scots. "Ah kin get oot ma face oan air!" You can hear stuff like that on the Simpsons. Scotland's got a great brand, so it has!
Apart from doing a tai chi set and having a bit of a stretch (dog pose), I phoned up the Traverse Theatre today to accept two free tickets to the opening night of their two productions at the Festival. I mean, how brilliant! They give you free wine afterwards as well. These tickets are worth £64 and for someone with £10 left to do me till the end of the month that's not to be sniffed it. I love these nights as well. The kiddo and I sit right at the front.
Quite soon I'm going to go and sit under a tree in the Botanic Gardens and re-read the draft of my novel. It's a tough life, so it is!
3:08 p.m.
I looked up from the draft of my novel at the sun streaming through the trees and thought it just looked gorgeous. The Botanic Gardens is good any day, but today was a bit special.
I read four chapters of the book. The first two don't need more work, but chapter three and four do. So I stopped there, thankful that it was getting hazy. I promised myself I'd cycle the one brake bike to the home brew shop and hit the credit card for some supplies. So I'll do that now.
8:00 p.m.
Narrowly avoiding death on the three lane roundabout near the top of Leith Walk, I got to the home brew shop and it was.... shut! Somebody's trying to tell you something, Hotboy! Yeah, some shops in Edinburgh shut on Wednesday afternoons.
The kiddo's ex-boyfriend is here for his dinner. How weird are young people these days? I wanted my ex-girlfriends (well, both of them!) to die a horrible death or at least leave town so I didn't have to clap eyes on them again. It's eight o clock and no dindins yet!
I went for a run just before seven (we were supposed to eat at half six!) and that's the second one this week. No reaction in the knee. Yippee! Dinner has been announced! Usually, I just eat soup and bread, so vive la difference, or whatever!
11:30 p.m.
The kiddo's ex is a very nice guy. He's in the Scottish Socialist Party. The ex leader is all over the papers just now for suing the News of the World for defamation due to them saying he was into swingers clubs, group sex and whatnot. Obviously, he could hump for Scotland. What is he playing at? Why didn't he say he's also got blow up dolls to hump on his nights off and fung off you with your bourgeois morality. The whited sepulchres and hypocrasy is what we don't need. What a dildo the guy is! He must be scared of his mother or something!
Anyway, I've had a great day! The only downside was getting a wee bit annoyed in the Botanics. That's really why I stopped reading the draft of the book. I haven't got a title. The novel's main concern is about the bum deal working class kids get from the educational establishment in this town. As I read it, I get angry. That's wrong. I have to be amused or I can't write it. I can write an angry book and be amused. I need more distance. But the first two chapters were alright.
It's getting dark at half ten. I leave the dinner party. It's sober. I do ra bliss. I'm getting this right if I just have the time. Or, this will happen for moi if I just give it a chance. It is not mine!
The Kagyu say they have the skillful means.
Remember if you read this, Jack, that I'm just making it up and reading between the lines.
The first couple of hours is spent getting over what you've been doing the night before. Being a bad boy. Then you get up to the last meditation as the sun goes down here in Hotboy Jockoland. It's after ten. The boy says the fire element may be pronounced then.
So I had a really great meditation. Do the death. Stop breathing (not literally!), and go through the mirage, clouds, blue with fireflies, candlelight flickering light, white flash, hot red flash, blackness deep as night, clear light mind (that's bright in all dimensions). You can stick there. This is the end. And the beginning. Are you still here, Jack? If you can do that with thoughtlessness, you can just stay there.
But you want to think. Go blue tube. Put in the symbols. Vase breath every one. Go smaller blue tube with the red tube to the right and the white tube to the left, feeding into the mantric symbol down at the bottom of the blue tube. Vase breath.
When the juju is working with ra breaths, it's hard to hold any of this together. So you want me to cry for you? Just try it.
The results of the vase breath are so wonderful and astonishing. You're a hotboy now. A blissheid. Do ra amazing bliss and be a deity. You're in the mandala. Here, you must remember that you are a light being. You are proud. The mandala is luminous. You are resonant with ra bliss and heat.
Remember the lines: I AM THE ACID KING. I CAN DO ANYTHING!
Do the breathing.
The next bit I can't get yet! You have done generation. Next you want completion.
I think now you do completion. You collect the four blisses.
You go back into the tubes and symbols.
You remove them one by one. Until you are the heart centre, which is luminous blue and pointing down. Then you dissolve that.
So you are back to the dharmakaya
If your legs aren't killing you by this point, you can negate the self within, and then negate the self with out ... abide in the simultaneously arising of everything.
We have appearance and emptiness.
Sorry you're a flatheid, Jack. Sorry you thought having a motor car or a house could make you happier. Get real, Jack! This is a mind game. If you don't play the mind game, what a spanking you might have to take! It was a great day for me, Jack, but it would be a much better day if it had been a really good day for you as well.
I hope my dharma brother is not starving to death! But he's got a |Bulldog 44! What a great country America is!
posted by Hotboy at 12:47 PM
7 Comments:
It's super hot here with a high of 105
Myutopia: That's way too hot! Hotboy
Neotropism! I thought the exams had done for you! Hope you passed. It is too bloody hot, but women look better... at least the good looking ones. Might be something to do with them wearing less. Anyway, such a thing as gorgeous half robed women wandering around in arcadia has no interest for old dogs like me. Ditto ra drugs! I can put my hand on my two heads and confirm that one. Blogging about being a student in Edinburgh would be fascinating, by the way! Hotboy
Glad your knee is not giving you problems. How nice to have your daughter's ex boyfriend to dinner... that is great they are friends.
Enjoy your night/ day Hotboy!
Lee Ann: Young people are nice. They're full of potential. And smarter than old people! That helps! Hotboy
Neotropism! I saw The Doors at the Isle of Wight, 1970. Best concert ever! Hotboy p.s. Blew the competition, which was very good, away!
Could have been. Hendrix was playing. I fell asleep as he tuned his guitar after a couple of songs! Hotboy
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