...حابة مع بداية شهر تموز الجميل ابدأ صفحة جديدة ومستقلة مع نفسي من داخلي وخارجيا سواء علاقاتي العائلية أو حتى بالدوام والناس الي بالدوام والمحكمة وحتى الي بالشارع. واوعد نفسي اني ابدأ الصفحة الي من الآن حاسة بمشاعرها الحلوة ،لاني باذن الله ناوية على مشروع حلو وأنيق ،اسأل الله العلي العظيم أنه ييسره ويسهله ويتممه على خير ومسرات وعافية 🥺🩷🌿،وحابة كثير ارجع اكتب يومياتي واخلي طاقتي إيجابية بحت وابعد عن السلبية قدر الإمكان ،ودوامي مع بداية الشهر هذا، راح اعتبره بمثابة دوام جديد كليا كأنه اول يوم دوام،وصراحة الحمد لله على نعمة الامتنان لكل نعمة ولكل شعور ولكل شيء بالحياة، الان الان الان ممتنة لشعوري اللطيف أنه بكرة بمثابة دوام جديد (تماما مثل الطفلة الي عندها رحلة مدرسية بكرة)، ووعدت نفسي ووعدت قلبي اني التزم بالنصائح الي اعطتني اياها واني اطبقها واخليها ترافقني مثل ظلي، وهي تعرف تمام المعرفة اني حفظتها بقلبي(حب عظيم لک❤️✨).
Only one meditation through yesterday but it was a good one. There were new sounds to be heard in the head. I have a feeling that I have outgrown that phase of my post Kundalini stirred practice when I was hearing clicking and clacking sounds in my head. It may be a bit too early for me to say so but I have a feeling that I am beyond writing about the ‘bheri’ and ‘mridangam’ in my blogs.
The new sound in my head isn’t loud enough for me to discern its type. It isn’t a clicking or clacking sound. During last night’s meditation, the source of the sound seemed to have shifted higher up the medulla oblongata. Yes, it surely seemed to come from a central point of the brain that’s higher than the upper end of the brain stem.
It continues to be a percussion like sound but it isn’t an impression of a drum being struck. There are many meditational sounds described in Raja Yoga related scriptures. There are many ready to read articles on the internet that are translations and commentaries on the Sanskrit originals.
There are instruments like the lute and flute mentioned there. I haven’t heard anything in my head that’s remotely melodic. In the weeks gone by and ongoing, I am hearing striking sounds.
Yep. That’s about meditational phenomenon. So far in this piece, I have covered the meditational phenomenon of hearing sounds in the head. To be ready to write about it has been one of the reasons to keep up with this daily blog for many years now.
Yep, but meditational phenomenon isn’t the end goal for any sincere meditator. All of us are Bliss seekers. Some of us call it ‘Nirvana’ and others call it ‘God realisation’. Either ways, the experience meditators seek is that of God communion. Again, one can call ‘God communion’ by any other name such as ‘befriending one’s Divine Self’ or ‘tripping on the eternal fountain of Bliss within’.
All of us want to be so high on our divine addictions that we be able to say out of our realisation while pinned to our respective crucifixes that ‘me and my God are one’.
If you want to know where your money is going .... more and more roads for the settlers .
A man had an Israeli girlfriend up in the north who promised to help him to get an ID. He said that when he wanted to leave her, she accused him of having beaten her and made a complaint. He sat in jail for about two weeks. The public prosecutor had told him to plead guilty and he would get him a light sentence. Now he is married with three children but is prevented until 2038. The big news of the day was that the policeman would not be back until next week. Of course there are no other policemen who could fill in for him. Probably too busy beating up Israeli demonstrators.
As always there is no one at the window and the Palestinians have to squeeze through the turnstile to get through like a thief in the night. Anything to humiliate them. Anyone who is too plump to do so has to sit and wait until a miracle happens and a soldier deigns to make an appearance or until someone already inside can persuade one of the overworked staff to open the turnstile. One wonders what happens when we are not there.
On the way back something funny happened. There had been an accident and there was a traffic jam. Both Israelis and Palestinians were driving illegally along the shoulders of the road and cutting in. Shlomiet shouted at one man who immediately apologised. He was from Beit Sachur and is a guide. Learning that we were from a human rights organization he said that he had a friend who was prevented so we gave him Sylvia's details as well as that of St. Vincent and Leap. Seeing that we were stuck there, we simply passed them from window to window. He offered to lead us through Bethlehem and Beit Jala but we preferred to sit and wait.
Barely squeaked another workout in, but I made it! I sat a lot of the day so I needed to move my body. 5 workouts for a vacation week is not too shabby.