Home Alone

          Poisonous and I went cycling to Portobello this afternoon. Actually, I've had quite an interesting weekend. I went to a Neu Reekie show on Friday night, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I'm always amazed at how good the performance poetry is. On Saturday afternoon I went to see Frankenstein's Army, a horror movie on in the film festival.

          But the most interesting thing about the weekend was that I spent it alone in the flat. Every weekend since the funeral, the kiddo and her boyfriend stayed here, but that now seems to have come to a natural end. So this is now how I expect to live for the rest of my life. I'm  determined to make an advantage of solitude and progress with the juju. This is going to be at times quite difficult, this living alone, but the results should be wonderful!!

Ringu Tulku

          On the way to see Ringu Tulku giving a talk last night, I passed the bus stop where I used to have to wait in the rain and horribleness to get a bus to my old jobbie, and I couldn't resist taking the photie of the castle, like I used to do way back when. It's just over two years since I last has a jobbie. The horror! The horror! I still haven't been able to read TheBlissBook, which is set in my old jobbie, since I finished writing it. I know reading it will just make me mad!

          Ringu Tulku is someone I imagine sitting above me head and pouring bliss down through my body, so I was pleased to attend his talk. I refrained from talking, of course, to anyone.

Another Review for TheBlissBook.

          I came upon this review of TheBlissBook this morning. I think it's a really excellent, honest review! It was only a three star review, but that's what I'd have probably given the book!

          3.0 out of 5 stars

 Refreshingly honest 24 Jun 2013

By Barbara

Format:Kindle Edition

Not great literature but a pleasure to read something by a non-pious Buddhist who is prepared to tell it like it is about how rubbish work is for most people, in his case the education industry. Hope he succeeds with the 6 yogas

          

       

Growth

Huts are Us!

          I went down to the shore near Cramond this afternoon to see about a new hut for the allotment. The boy didn't seem to be able to cope with the request that the door be lockable from the inside. Maybe not many folk want their huts to lock from the inside. So he gave me a lock to affix. Hmmm? I'm not very good at affixing things. He said you'd only have to put in four screws. Somehow I think not. I'll probably use a bit of string to tie round a nail, which is what I do in the hut just now.

         It's been another beautiful day. Must go up to the allotment to scatter some eggshells!

         

Photies of things growing

          The top photie is what you see if you sit in front of the hut. The other photies are of things growing. In between the things you want to grow, other things grow. You're supposed to kill them. Kill, kill, kill. Gardening might be mostly about killing weeds. Anyway, I have laid out my stuff so that I can get a rake down between just about anything, I will control the weeds this time, mabye. If I can be bothered. You can always put a plank down and move it around a bit, but I don't have enough planks. But the screaming for life onslaught of weeds in all its wriggling fecundity is only just beginning ...

          I'm going to buy a new hut. And I'm not going to let anyone else in it. But if someone comes in, I will kill them and eat them, and put their bones under the tattie mounds. And that's just the ones with the fags. I couldn't begin to describe what might happen to the ones who ventures into my hut without fags.
         

The New Obscurists

          They're maybe called the New Obscurists because the Old Obscurists were so obscure than no one had ever heard of them. It's on this week in Hamilton Place. Fabulous stuff. You should go and have a look. The Medicine Medusa in the bottom photie is one of about eight, but the computer won't let me upload them here for some reason.

Ìn the Words of My Perfect Teacher.

          "Only by doing nothing will you do all there is to be done." - Partrul Rinpoche.

           In the morning, I'm meditating in my room. In the afternoon, I go walkies - up to the allotment and onto the Botanics. The first photie is from where I was meditating on the log section (in the second photie.). I took the photie of the blue flowered bush because I don't know what that is. Do you? The bottom photie is from where I was meditating in the Botanics.

          Because I was reading the commentary on Patrul Rinpoche's poem, I bought "Words of My Perfect Teacher" because Patrul Rinpoche is involved in that too. This came about because this boy had a vision of this other joe who'd been dead for hundreds of years, and the other joe gave him some juju. So the boy perfected that, and then taught it to some other folk. One one them taught this other guy, who went off to practise and lived not in a hut, or a cave, but in a depression in the ground! He lived off wild plants and roots. Eventually, folk showed up and lived nearby in tents. One of them was Patrul Rinpoche. He didn't own anything either.

          All samsaric activities are futile. It's hard to find the time in a day like today to write.

Back Home

          I got home feeling really quite tired and crabbit. I usually get home from the Samye Ling feeling like that for some reason. So the tired, crabbit thoughts are there when I sit down for a meditate and almost immediately I'm into the most wonderful bliss. You can't buy something like that. I have tried.

          I checked my reports on the Kindle thing and the books sales, which collapsed completely when I went off-line at the New Year, have still not picked up. The books are not selling at all. A couple of weeks ago I reduced the prices of the eight books which hadn't been published in the traditional way and it's made no difference. So far I've made about eighty quid off Kindle, but I guess that's about it. I'm glad those books are available somewhere, but I guess I should just forget about the Kindle thing. Any financial reasons I had for hoping publishing there might be successful have disappeared anyway. When I can be bothered, I'll probably put the prices back where they were, at about two quid instead of seventy seven pence.

          I have been giving the occasional thought to what I want to write about with the traffic warden book, but a big part of me can't find a reason for bothering, not when I'm spending three days going to the Samye Ling. Mnnn .... I might start tomorrow just to keep my eye in!

          I went up to check out the allotment when I finished the wonderful meditation. I was very pleased with the cabbage patch. Whatever was eating them seems to has stopped. In fact, the allotment looks fine. I checked the hole when I put the two wee ratty things and they were gone. At least, there were no bodies. Hopefully, the parents showed up and removed them to a safer place.

         

Going home again!

          Yesterday I did nothing other than read my book, eat and meditate. That's the way to do it! But it's only one day. You need to put days and days, months and years into getting rid of your flatheidedness. Still, it is quite a break really staying a couple of nights a week here, especially when the place is so quiet. Anyway, I'm looking forward to getting back home!! May all sentient beings be happy!

Samye time again!

9.20 a.m.
                It's the same as being here last week, except better! This is because I was here last week and due to further purifications of the nervous system. I was smoking last Monday and that made last Tuesday a bit wired. Anyway, it's going to rain all day so that's great for meditating!

                 I bought another book from the shop yesterday. I've got more money than I've had for years and years, but I'm still not comfortable just buying a book. Anyway, I was looking for something inspirational and bought a book called The Life of Gampopa. If it wasn't for him, there might not be a Samye Ling here.

                 When Gampopa's family was killed by plague, he got into the juju big time. He is a great inspiration alreadys! Anyway, some of the odd things that are happening in my body I'vebeen trying to relate to channels opening and such like, but when you read about Gampopa's experiences ... well, I don't know what the hell is going on. Interestingly, Gampopa had visions and such like and when he told them to his guru, Milarepa told him it was due to various things happening with this energy system. Like, this kind of vision meant that the "winds" were entering the central channel and whatnot. I'm obviously nowhere near anything opening!!! I haven't meditated anything like enough.

                  Anyway, I'm away up the the back temple till lunchtime.

The Terminator!

          There's a wee patch of the allotment that has got a mixture of stuff in it, and I have no idea what, and I only like to grow things you can put in the soup anyway. But it's all getting covered in weeds and couch grass and suchlike, so I digs, my solution to all gardening problems.
          The earth is rock hard and dry. By the looks of the cabbage gulag the aliens that eat you up in the night haven't shown for a while. Anything crawling past the defences deserves our respect... because how do they do that? Outwitted by a mollusc.
         
          So I'm digging away and just sod busting on the grass weediness when I spots this small wriggling thing, like a mousey baby or a rat or something. Then I saw another one.Before I got there, no problems. One of them was a wee bit further on than the other, and made squeeky noises as I fetched it out of the giant  chasm that must have opened up before it. Yes, hello, this is your life, you tiny rat thing. The first noble truth for rats and all is the truth of suffering. The other wee rat thing was not so far on, and I do not know if that was a blessing or not, and I finally put the two wee whatever into a bit of a hole. The one who wanted just to be left alone and make no noises seemed like the one for me. The other one with all its frolicksome was just going to get into troubles. Where were their parents? That's what I want to know.

The Nicotine Dragon.

          It's now about sixteen or seventeen days since I stopped smoking again. I have had three relapses. When the kiddo comes round I have to watch movies. Loved the Judge Dredd movie. Perfect nicotine withdrawal movie. Wonderful movie anyway. The slow motion shots of bullets bursting through brains  ... what will they think of next? I think I'd like to live just like this from now on. Get a big stick. Sit in the allotment dirt and hit anything living that dares to move.
         

Flowers up the allotment

         The first photie is of Dorje Sempa. If you can get that sitting above your head ... you're a better man than I am, Gunga Din. The last photie is of the meditation spot in front the hut door. Nobody can see you there. The rest are of flowers growing around the allotment just now.