I was sitting in my special chair early this morning starting to meditate. Sitting straight up nice. I took a couple deep breaths. I turned my palms upward and felt my fingers tingle...no, not quite a tingle. More a "ready to feel something" feeling.
Or is it "ready to receive" some energy information our science has not yet discovered? The gesture is eons old. A universal supplication. What the hell is going on? I am sure a neurologist would have some erudite explaination. If not him, then a psychologist. But...
I choose to believe there is a God behind the veil and that God loves me. I want to believe this. I'm old; I need to. And it is much more comforting than the fear of God stuff I heard at the Islamic Center or thinking I will just be dirt or ashes.
I am going back to the chair now to feel the tingle, be conscious of my breathing and say a mantra or something to put me in that pleasant state of acute awareness with no thoughts-no monkeys in my head chattering about bills, blog posts...
Think about it. Think about not thinking. Meditate.
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