Even dark thoughts and feelings are the mind trying to help you in some way.
For Part One Some sounds are naturally annoying and abrasive, but most of them only piss us off when we fill them up with stories. Imagine a loved one saying, "Fuck you, you're a piece of shit," in a loud, shrill voice even though you didn't do anything wrong. That might piss you off, make … Continue reading Listening Meditation Part Two
Nada means "sound," and Yoga means "union." So, Nada Yoga is the practice of unifying with sound.
When it's raining, it's not raining too---everything's like that. I had to take the dog out for a walk this morning. It's a cold day with colder rain. It's supposed to rain until sometime tomorrow. The rivers are gonna rise, streams are gonna jump their banks, and the sidewalk in front of my house is … Continue reading Between the Raindrops
Open monitoring is like listening to that one wind make all these sounds; fixed-attention is like the wind falling until everything's silent. Self-inquiry is asking, "Who's listening?"
I wish I could've helped her; I wish I could've done more. But there's a part of this path that I can't share with you. It's a passion, a current, a deep love for the story.
Sometimes I'm an idealist; life is beautiful and bright, all is mind and everything can be done. Sometimes I'm the cynic; life is ugly and dark, all is senseless and nothing matters. My life has been a battle between these two. I pray to Fuck that the cynic doesn't win. I don't want nihilism to … Continue reading The Confusion of Oblivion & Being