So I was sitting meditating this morning and telling myself not to get the water. So I get a pot of cold water to sit beside me so I can get a photo of this inner heat causing my wet teeshirt to steam. But I refrained from splashing the water on myself because, as usual, the heat did not ignite. The lack of heat, or rather, the lack of a photo is ruining my life.
I should not have set myself this photo ambition. I thought I could post it on Facebook before Christmas, for sure, but by last week I had to admit that the amount of purification and accumulation you might need was a bit beyond me right now.
Maybe that's why I haven't been putting anything on this blog. I was expecting to have the photo and I was going to post it here and feel vindicated maybe. Maybe just feel chuffed when that's the last thing you could feel.
It's been about fifteen months since I had a girlfriend. This has allowed me to concentrate more on the meditations and I am making progress commensurate with the extra time I'm able to spend meditating.
It's a race. I wanted to be able to do the heat thing before I died. Well, I'm no deid yet.
I'm still starting the book I started when I finished the last one. But I have been enjoying the research into the growth of Bellshill, the steelworks and all that.
Couldn't believe it was before Christmas the last time I posted here. Did it today because I noticed that Michelle Fagan had been around here, an
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