What A Trip

A kitten watching the birds

As I sit in a wicker chair, high on oxygen, poised into the universe

Open and lazing in the loungeful posture of a kitten watching the birds

Like the kitten watching the birds

There is a sense of wonderment and the instinct of wanderlust towards what the birds are to the kitten watching

I've been meditating wrong

Or I’ve been meditating in a different way to the ones who can astral project

Allen Ginsberg instructed us to meditate with eyes open (not the third eye), the third eye should always be open but the 2 eyes in our physical realm, should be open.

So the reason I say I’m meditating wrong is I’ve always listen to stories of people venturing into different realms of reality

But I meditate with my eyes wide shut. And since the physical eyes are the windows to the soul and I keep my eyes shut my soul is locked, not locked but relaxed in the dark recess of the self

(I’m not scared of the dark, I’m more frightened by the light)

Closing my eyes does not let my soul astral project but it allows me explore all that is my person, my own realm of reality and to experience and gain knowledge of thy self and what lies under eyes wide shut

Can there be a wrong way to meditate?

2 people just walked by, I’m high on the 3rd floor

I wonder if they meditate

I wonder if the kitten watching the birds is really meditating, with open eyes and that’s why she has the posture of wonderment

I’ve never met a shaman

It would be nice to be led

I have sat in the same subway car that 2 Tibetan monks graced with their presence (when I spent time in China)

Robes flowing, presence overwhelming like the Chinese new year

The Chinese new year I experience went like this…. Get woken up at 4am, a cup of lukewarm coffee thrust into my face, the chilly steam touching my nose. what a weird awakening. Lead to the garage and as the door opens, there stand boxes upon boxes. Piled up from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, a 2 car garage filled with boxes of explosive and fire crackers. Standing in awe of the eminence amount of fire workers, sipping another cup of now cold coffee, I'm told to open every box and put every fire work on the road, its 4 am and no one is driving. Fire works layered all over a full kilometer of road. Now the over whelming fun begins, the Lighting of the wicks

The feeling of fire works exploding and riddling the sense’s with colours

Back to that moment, on the subway where I was led to turn off my music and sit quietly, contemplating, as quiet as you can get on a Chinese subway, escorting the whole population of Beijing, as of 2018 there would be 21.5 million passengers on one subway train. And that is the time I was able to be led, in a crowd, on a subway, no words, just people overwhelming every sense and scene.

What a trip!!!