- Jan 31, 2011
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Gurfateh
Yesterday, I meditated. I used to meditate before, long ago, but have avoided it for the pure reason that although I found it hugely interesting, it also became very addictive, and towards the end, I did not feel I was getting anything out of it that was increasing my knowledge.
So, after paying tribute to the SPN kings of meditation, namely Bhagatji, Luckyji and Chazji, I meditated.
For me to meditate, I concentrate on my heart, its beating, and my breathing, everything stops, time stops, all there is, all that exists, is my heartbeat and my breathing, after a time, I am sitting on a virtual mountain top, and then all I can see is blackness, I feel like I have an eagle eye view of the universe, looking down all I can see are swirls of light, planets, moons, it is like a celestial lucid dream, I am in complete control, I surf the rings of Saturn, I dig deep under the red sands of Mars, swim in crystal clear waters, spinning round like a dervish, I break the water, into a cavern of absolute purity and peace, sometimes I hear voices, whispers, singing, it goes on for hours and hours, when I finish, I feel alive, happy.
In my view, highly addictive, nothing has been gained, no one has been helped, no situation has been changed, all I have done is swim inside my own mind for a few hours, no new knowledge has been gained, no deeper connection made, do it long enough, the desire to live and interact in the real word diminishes, the ability to make a difference, to act, ceases, the need to hide away in a fantasy world increases, until you do find yourself sitting on top of a mountain, with no family, no job, no friends, nothing, other than the light show that you have found yourself addicted to
:interestedsingh:
Yesterday, I meditated. I used to meditate before, long ago, but have avoided it for the pure reason that although I found it hugely interesting, it also became very addictive, and towards the end, I did not feel I was getting anything out of it that was increasing my knowledge.
So, after paying tribute to the SPN kings of meditation, namely Bhagatji, Luckyji and Chazji, I meditated.
For me to meditate, I concentrate on my heart, its beating, and my breathing, everything stops, time stops, all there is, all that exists, is my heartbeat and my breathing, after a time, I am sitting on a virtual mountain top, and then all I can see is blackness, I feel like I have an eagle eye view of the universe, looking down all I can see are swirls of light, planets, moons, it is like a celestial lucid dream, I am in complete control, I surf the rings of Saturn, I dig deep under the red sands of Mars, swim in crystal clear waters, spinning round like a dervish, I break the water, into a cavern of absolute purity and peace, sometimes I hear voices, whispers, singing, it goes on for hours and hours, when I finish, I feel alive, happy.
In my view, highly addictive, nothing has been gained, no one has been helped, no situation has been changed, all I have done is swim inside my own mind for a few hours, no new knowledge has been gained, no deeper connection made, do it long enough, the desire to live and interact in the real word diminishes, the ability to make a difference, to act, ceases, the need to hide away in a fantasy world increases, until you do find yourself sitting on top of a mountain, with no family, no job, no friends, nothing, other than the light show that you have found yourself addicted to
:interestedsingh: