This may sound loopy, but I've been playing with this idea that may completely fail. I've been unable to will myself to self-remember, Gurdjeiff style, since I lack the will that self-remembering is intended to create. (An annoying paradox, but I seem to gravitate towards them.) I meditated, but no luck there either.
But the other day I was toying with a story idea for Literotica and I've recently been reading Autobiography of a Yogi. Well the two ideas fused for me. In the autobiography the author throws himself at the feet of a guru, because the guru is in touch with the Divine Mother, and he is not.
So I start writing this story, and I've been reading Literotica posts for the last few days, and I've worn a thong for the first time in my life. With all this combined my senses were, well hightened. I stood in the cold air with my coat open enjoying the sharp breezes, rather than being annoyed by them.
It seems like all my endeavors it will fall apart, because as all the esoteric, mystical, religious people I have read, one needs fellowship. Other people to make sure you stay on task.
But if it works out for me I'll be sure to let y'all know.
But the other day I was toying with a story idea for Literotica and I've recently been reading Autobiography of a Yogi. Well the two ideas fused for me. In the autobiography the author throws himself at the feet of a guru, because the guru is in touch with the Divine Mother, and he is not.
So I start writing this story, and I've been reading Literotica posts for the last few days, and I've worn a thong for the first time in my life. With all this combined my senses were, well hightened. I stood in the cold air with my coat open enjoying the sharp breezes, rather than being annoyed by them.
It seems like all my endeavors it will fall apart, because as all the esoteric, mystical, religious people I have read, one needs fellowship. Other people to make sure you stay on task.
But if it works out for me I'll be sure to let y'all know.
