Keeping the trend alive, I awoke well before I needed to this morning. Without forethought I got up and grabbed my iPod, selected a track from one of Dr. Jeffrey Thompson's meditation CDs, and returned to bed. Rather than use the music as an aid to falling back asleep like I'd been doing over the past several days, I followed a hunch that the primary reason I'd been waking up so early was so I could meditate. I've been reading Robert Monroe's Far Journeys, about out of body experiences, and learned that the mind awake/body asleep state necessary to consciously induce one is best achieved immediately upon waking. With that in mind, I ditched the notion of falling back asleep and fell into a deep meditative state. For about forty five minutes I floated in the ether with no mind or body. It was something else, I tell ya.
My enthusiasm to write is dwindling fast. Might be a good thing to wrap things up, though it pains me deep within the infinite reaches of my pure heart that I may be depriving you of content. Ah, we do what we can.
Anyway....
I'm caught up with Downton Abbey. While I find myself snickering at some of its corny aspects, the show has delivered. It's a beautifully written soap opera. One of my favorite characters, Bates, never has anything good happen for him, aside from Anna, that is. I had to laugh at something he said last episode. When Anna asked him how his trip to London went, he said "It went more horribly wrong than you could possibly imagine" or something to that effect. Dude, you're an honorable, kind-hearted chap, but you've got to get out of this web of negativity. Watch some Chris Farley movies or something. Have a beer or a doughnut. Chill out. So yeah, Downton Abbey.
Alright now I'm out this piece. Going to read from A Course In Miracles, something I've been doing a lot of lately, and maybe do other stuff like cry or think of anyone I know who might have a gay-be . I need to know!
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