lumps

What was wrong? There were no visions. Only blackness, a vague sense of puffiness and a constriction in the lower abdomen. The gathering storm was unpredicted, and perfect. With great effort I fought back the first one, breathing and swallowing into the soupy, tumultuous sky. When the second storm hit, the wolf howled and I was a goner.

Like blood from an open wound, love gushed up from the center, removing all obstacles. There was a tremendous ripping feeling as a rotten childlike festerous tumor was expelled. What remained there was awash in a scintillating light. And she was there winking and smiling with unfathomable intelligence, folding into the geodesic creases and effortlessly popping out again. "Thank you," I telepathed. And she responded with a wave of deliciousness.

Hours later as the dust settles, I take stock in what remains. The dank catacomb is open now and the glistening moldy black walls are screaming raw in the glaring sunlight. The child lays on the floor in the fetal position of total shame. "Things will be different now." I say. "You are free." His pale translucent face turns to look up at me, as the lumps of a deformed face capture the light of day for the first time since those first few innocent months following birth. The whole right side of his forehead and eye socket are caved in and puttied over with lumpy hairless skin.

"You won't want to hear what I have to say." he croaks in whisper.

"Nothing in the universe is unworthy of love. Your lumps are beautiful," I reply.

The child begins to cry. I offer my hand to help him up.

stumbling to mastery

Once discovered, the mechanism of release at each stage is freely available and develops with every application of conscious attention. Like riding a bicycle, it takes a bit of balance and concentration at first. But thenceforth it takes only a brief "push off" to feel the expansive wind in the psychic hair. The wind moves upward to the next stage, where the next newfangled vehicle is parked, waiting to provide the skinned knees and frustrated lumps on the path to its mastery.

With each mastery comes the remembrance and recognition of the innate abilities of the stage. The effects of these emanate out noticeably into daily life, providing exactly what is needed, as would be expected in mastery. And the stumblings of the next stage are present too, emanating out as well, creating the messes from which to learn or to ride back down into ignorance, confusion and oblivion.

This could all be nondual'd into unimportance, but then there'd be nothing to talk about. And this blog is all about talking about unimportant things. So anyone reading should ignore the above.