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although some spiritually minded people would like to have their sexual lust taken away, somehow I think you are not one of them. Mine was taken by some disease of the body and I do not like that one bit, take care you keep yours, don't increase the risk by jokingly talking about it..

Best advice. But don’t even bother wasting money on a psychotherapist. It’s a literal daydream. Just your imagination. Nothing more, nothing less. Whatever violent thoughts came could be from something you saw on tv, a videogame you played or a book you read.

Dzogchen history contains a lot of debate as is mostly based on relatively recent Termas (findings) that claim to be very old. But no proof of it. "Recent" means from XII century or so. A lot of information here (I hope it's allowed): Dzogchen Historiography - Dharma Wheel For example, Bardo Thodol is supposed to be a text from Padmasambhava (VIII century) but it was found on the XIV century by Karma Lingpa...

>when I do sitting and forgetting I have ‘memories’ which are not my own. Quite vivid and elaborate scenes and people which I realize I have never known or seen before. It’s quite weird. Me too, which is fun because I also "I am" a white cat with blue collar... Recalling other-life memories is an experience described in buddhism, it fits.

Another one, self-taught. Daydreaming is not a practice. From your description you lack mental control and uncontrolled thoughts can come from mental parasites. Visualization training can be approached after pre-requisites are met, you did not clear those first.

Too bright, too hot, too painful, too anything, is to my understanding because conditions weren’t set up adequately for kundalini to rise.

So I thought ..... I ignored most protests at work about my 'true discipline ' but the baggy high waist pants thing ..... they hammered me on it ! One day everyone * wore their pants very high and paraded past me one by one . * even the women on my crew , then my boss , then his mate , then people in Unit ... even Hugo Weaving ( the bastard ! ) . Keanu Reeves didnt ... but he did managed to fracture his 'space ghost' expression with a suppressed smirk .... I saw that buddy ! ^ people in N.Y. seemed to have it worked it out .

fwiw: starting estrogen takes about five years off your apparent age (source: two and a half years in, i look about two and a half years younger than when i started)

Me too. It´s tough not following precepts and all, but, on the bright side, we´re not bad Buddhists. Just look on the internet: those fellas know a thing or two about ethical lapses. Fortunately, you´re asexual which really cuts down on the suffering. As for myself, it hurts when potential bootie callers claim they can´t find my apartment. I keep telling them....go through the mysterious gate, go through the mysterious gate. But they never do. So I end up staying up all night beating the heavenly drum. Seriously though, ya spend the best decades of your life traipsing through China in search of lost teachings, and then, when you´re finally old and wise, nobody wants to drink from your gourd. Life sucks and then ya don´t die.

It was good enough that when I was curious I decided to pursue Buddhism further.

You could be forgiven for thinking otherwise, truly. It looks like all of the rest of those books from that period. I would have blindly thought otherwise if I hadn't known the author.

I'm a Daoist immoral 😌

Chanted this one over 100,000 times. Still do occasionally, when it comes to mind. Rededicate yourself to the path! It's worth thinking about.

Mr. Downer Himself: … the Blessed One addressed the monks. “Whoever develops mindfulness of death, thinking, ‘O, that I might live for a day and night… for a day… for the interval that it takes to eat a meal… for the interval that it takes to swallow having chewed up four morsels of food, that I might attend to the Blessed One’s instructions. I would have accomplished a great deal’–they are said to dwell heedlessly. They develop mindfulness of death slowly for the sake of ending the effluents. “But whoever develops mindfulness of death, thinking, ‘O, that I might live for the interval that it takes to swallow having chewed up one morsel of food… for the interval that it takes to breathe out after breathing in, or to breathe in after breathing out, that I might attend to the Blessed One’s instructions. I would have accomplished a great deal’–they are said to dwell heedfully. They develop mindfulness of death acutely for the sake of ending the effluents. “Therefore you should train yourselves: ‘We will dwell heedfully. We will develop mindfulness of death acutely for the sake of ending the effluents.’ That is how you should train yourselves.” (Maraṇassati Sutta AN 6:19, tr Thanissaro Bhikkyu; Pali Text Society AN volume III p 218; I think I prefer I. B. Horner's "cankers" over Thanissaro Bhikkyu's "effluents") And why is that, you ask. I would say that is because the interval that matters is like the one immediately before falling asleep. Something I hope to post to my own site soon: Just before falling asleep, the ability to act by volition shuts down, and consciousness catalyzes activity necessary to the movement of breath by taking place at a particular location or at successive locations in the body. At that time, the placement of consciousness alone coordinates activity, and if the mind should attempt to wrest the placement of consciousness back under control, a hypnic jerk results that interrupts sleep. I sit down first thing in the morning and last thing at night, and I look to experience activity of the body through a placement of attention like that just before sleep. As a matter of daily life, just to touch on such experience, as occasion demands--that's enough. That kind of placement of attention can be experienced in "the interval that it takes to swallow having chewed up one morsel of food", or "the interval that it takes to breathe out after breathing in, or to breathe in after breathing out".

I lived above Hamburger Mary's bar and grill in San Francisco in '80's. Mary's was a part of the LGBTQ scene at that time, like the Stud across the street. A quick check reveals Hamburger Mary's lives, they even have a website showing seven or more locations nationwide--in SF, no more. I loved to go to Mary's after work, have a beer, and play the pinball machines in the back. They had a DJ, and sometimes I'd be dancing in the bar, I'd be the only one dancing in the bar. I got hit up by the gay blades a couple of times, I'll admit I kind of resented that they couldn't tell that wasn't my persuasion off the top. I remember the DJ Ted, whom everyone called Tess, telling me that I should try it sometime I might like it. I remember two guys in long dresses in the bar once, I asked them what they were up to, they were just enjoying the experience and I appreciated their complete honesty. Then there's our bringer of test cases, edge cases, the enlightening surrogate corpse, who says: It is wonderful for men to use their dicks as powerful symbols of their masculinity. It is also wonderful for women to use their dicks as powerful symbols of their femininity. There is no contradiction between these. Both can be affirmed. My life since 25 has been about learning to move from the inside out. They do an exercise in Aikido where a practitioner is blindfolded, and the students of the dojo attack the blindfolded individual, sometimes one at a time and sometimes all at once. For me the exercise was instead staying upright on the dance floor at Mabuhay Gardens on Broadway. An example of Mabuhay I've posted before--you can just catch a glimpse of the slamming going on at 44 seconds--those folks aren't bending over the stage 'cause they like bending: One thing I've found is that the only real way to relate to people is from that place of inner awareness, like in the Aikido exercise. Oftentimes there's no there there in the populace at large, as Gertrude Stein once said of Oakland. That makes it hard to relate, especially if someone has decided they "like it" and having a heart be damned. That's prevalent in the culture at large, but especially evident sometimes in the gayer sections of San Francisco. Anyway, I feel I've benefited greatly from the conversation here--thanks Maddie, thanks blue eyes, thanks transmogrified griffin. Thanks, Luke, and that cat wherever it went. Thanks, everybody!

This feels like it was written for me I mean probably not but the timing of me seeing this post was exceptional I love this! If you are willing, could you give an example or expand on how insight and grace in pain might be practiced?

I would suggest that you’re ire what you are doing and your reasons for doing it. In the meantime stick to following the breath or similar.

In my version, that which comes directly from empty-nothing doesn't really need a conduit, while the pre-H within post-H does. The method favors the branches of the chong mai for that. First time it felt weird, not like anything I had expected. The method? Shaolin. It's a standing method, but not based on positions used in the more common martial-based force-focused methods. As someone (you?) stated: They doesn't take you deep enough for this kind of work.

Some violence happened to you at young age that might causing you to have some flash back, perhaps?

Gyalwa Yangönpa: Secret map of the body, page 57 and 237, might be informative for you on this one.

TT projects his assumptions onto others about him. It's kind of his theme here.

There used to be someone on here called Cat and I did not wish to usurp the title.

I think that is a great excerpt from said author! The light/Shakti for him is described as settling into a wonderful/awesome 24/7 presence and who could ask for more concerning evolution! I'd also say it can be piercing like an arc-light that is way to bright and blinding to look at although that may just be part of a transition to his description? Yet if light goes inside of itself what will it find, I'd say its Source...beyond description and memory which can not nail it down.

Depressing news from the Buddhists lately: There is no self Global nuclear war in the future Etc etc.