Tsongkhapa says in The Book of Three Inspirations that heat comes in various guises. Thin heat, fat heat, heat just under the skin. I think he says that the best heat is the heat that starts slowing and builds up from the bottom of your torso. Well, yesterday I felt that what was happening was enough of a novelty for me to have a look at the date on the newspaper at the end of the meditation. This is a red letter day, thinks I. It was July 2nd, 2017. My body filled with heat, or warmth. Not enough to dry off blankets in the brass monkeys, but more than there ever was before. And when I was still meditating, it did occur to me that I might have entered the zone where "explosions" of bliss and heat might result from the vase breathing.
Of course, sometimes you get a bit of a spike. What happened yesterday might not happen today. I should know by this time, but I haven't done any meditating today so far and it's after twelve. This is what is so weird for me. My practise is worse now that it has been for .... for a long, long time. So the purification and accumulation is not progressing the way you might expect when there seems to be such forward movement in the meditations. But this has been my problem: understanding how asceticism affects this stuff. Well, I know it does, but progress seems to happen anyway. Don't understand, but what the hell.... it's hard to believe in the power of blessings, but I have been blessed by some folk with powerful minds. Anyway, I do not feel as if I deserve what is developing in these meditations (when I get round to them!).
Hoping to get some work done on the book today.
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