bjoy:
'i’ve no words. i cant/we cant. you got to heal the tights and pains.
get into Sushumna. surrender. the breath. i’m damn sure ‘bout all the petals of the lotus going to bloom bright. keep in touch.’
İ half-knew you were right. My friend helped in a similar way too… he thought İ was crazy for a long time while İ was ranting about the pain, then İ slowed down and described to him what meditation is and the difference between being and not being absorbed in reality. When İ finished he no longer doubted what İ was doing, instead he said ‘maybe you just need to carry on meditating’. And İ did.