Tag: meditation
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A Rough Spot
A month ago, I bought a guitar. I plinked on it every night for practice and had started to build up a set of calluses on my fret hand’s fingertips. I didn’t mind it. They felt more like a badge of advancement than the loss of someone else’s ideals.
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Dream Journal: 2018-04-15.01
In keeping with previous instructions, I had to up my meditation “game”. Now loathe to spend money on status symbols and unnecessary trinkets after the mindless indulgences of last year, last month’s “impulse” purchase of a well used mala was proving itself worthwhile as it kept my hands busy enough to allow my mind to…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-25.01
Early morning meditation. The vehicle isn’t so important this time as the obstacle I encountered. A ginormous single horizontal line appeared, stretching even into the edges of my peripheral vision. An eye opened and focused on me as it emanated waves of indignation, rage, and a desire to commit harm upon me if I did not…
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Dream Journal: 2016-11-19.01
“Om mani padme hum.” Sometimes on my meditations, I slip sideways instead of staying in my own head. I’m still not able to hold position with a completely “empty” mind as my thoughts run off in every conceivable (and inconceivable) direction immediately. Focusing on the breath does help, but focusing on a mantra brings my…
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Dream Journal: 2016-09-16.01
“You’re going to have to face him eventually.” It’s meditation time. Head is still too hyper for stillness, but a mantra keeps my focus well enough. A cold hand grips my right arm and pulls me to the side before I remember I’m physically alone in the room. I pull back. My arm slides through…