The human psyche gets in the way of spiritual progress. Without understanding it, we will be fighting an invisible enemy. As soon as it becomes more visible to us, its days are numbered. Rather than trying to delete our mental chatter in meditation, it helps to look at it objectively and go into it. The chatter tells us what we are thinking and what our fears and angers are.
In the beginning years of my consciousness-awareness, during my long daily walks, I would start off just naturally thinking about all the things that were currently preoccupying the surface of my mind. It’s easy. You go with the stream of thought. However, rather than becoming blindly immersed in the thoughts, I would watch them. I didn’t stop them. I let them continue, but I would watch and ask myself certain questions:
What are my fears at this moment? Am I sad or grieving anything? Am I angry with anyone? Do I want something? What are my thoughts telling me?
Here is the next AND FINAL part of Prana (Book 6 of Waldmeer). Thanks for sharing the journey!
Caution to the Wind
In Prana Community:
It was the end of the forty-day mandala which began at Mahashivratri. It was also the last day that Guru Gadubanud was at Prana Community. Most mornings, Merlyn had been travelling to Prana, from Shambhavi and Veronica’s property, to do Veronica’s yoga class (even though it wasn’t her favourite). She did it out of respect for living in their bungalow and also out of respect for Shambhavi (who was her favourite).
Here is the next (and second last) part of Prana (Book 6 of Waldmeer).
Outsiders and Insiders
In the Wurt Wurt Koort Tearooms:
“Hello, Mer-Mer,” Tom called out happily as Merlyn walked into the cafe after her Waldmeer Warrior’s dance class with Shambhavi that morning. “Lover-boy isn’t here, today.”
Clearly, Rybert has told Tom that he and I are no longer a couple, thought Merlyn. Not that we ever really were.
Tom’s little Brussels Griffon, Hardy, scuffled over to Merlyn for a pat. He wasn’t supposed to be in the front of the shop but he was so delightful and so loved by all the customers that his bed, in the backroom, remained empty most of the time when they were there.
During a quieter moment, Tom came and sat next to Merlyn; best of friends, again.