This EEE or S?
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This EEE or S?
I used to "practice dying" all the time previously when I was a buddhist through the practice of meditation.
Through focussing on the breath, "thought" or the sense of "self" began to fade away and we can begin to understand that in each moment there is only the breath that exists: thoughts, sensations, emotions, sounds and images arise and past away, nothing is permanent, everything is void. Focussing on that breath moment by moment we understand the impermanence of life, hence birth and death.
Buddhists often go on and say that this state of bliss or nirvana is all we need... I no longer hold that view though.
I grew up in the warm. Snow was a miracle, it made the world new and wonderful, for a day or two.
When I came north, I practiced driving in the snow. I remember doing all kinds of crazy stuff in the huge parking lot west of Rice Stadium when it was a sheet of ice. I also drove out pass Tooele, into Skull Valley, and up that road nearly to Dugway, where the snow was a foot deep one afternoon, and charging off up an unplowed farm track in my '67 Firebird. Of course I got stuck, that was the plan. I wanted to figure out how to get myself out. But, thankfully, a farmer came in his truck and pulled me out. I could see it in his eye. He knew exactly why I was there. I was an idiot.
I remember reading some books for my course on philosophy. One great philosopher dedicated quite a lot of work to describing how it feels to die of suffocation in an avalanche. . . . referring of course to that whole sense of Nirvana that roughly equates to a street kid huffing on spray paint fumes while writing profound stuff on railroad cars in the railroad yard. . . .
I have wondered about the possible connection of this "Nirvana" to those "Near Death Experiences", and some dreams, say, like the ones folks have when the carbon monoxide fumes start to build up in their homes.
Last night I dreamed lucidly of trying to find a town called "Oso" in Texas on a map, so I could plan another big loop around the West hitting all the places where I need to go. When I woke up I went to my map book and then remembered it was not "Oso" but McAllen I needed to go to.
My dream was so lucid I remember the maps I was looking at. I remembered seeing a lot of specific cities, but could not find "Oso". When I was awake, I went to index that had all the towns in Texas listed, even the ones with 5 people population, and there was no "Oso". Yes there was Ozona, one of my favorite towns, in my favorite county, Crockett County, but no "Oso".
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addictionary
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You're into lucid dreaming? Cool! How far did you go? I always fly in my dreams whenever I figure out it's a dream. Nothing too pragmatic. Hehe.
Not a regular thing with me, and when it happens I open the doors and windows. Oxygen is my idea of a good thing.
four more gasps. . .