I spilled a third of a cup of coffee on my new office carpet
yesterday. It was ugly. Then in the afternoon it began to fade. Today,
invisible. These fabric designers must be thinking about moving onto
sheets and mattress pads next I am pretty sure.
According to my TANTRIC SEX manual the kundalini is identical with
Wilhelm Reich's orgone energy. Sometime when you are really bored have
a look at the talk page on the wikipedia orgone article. I know these
posts are pretty dull but at least I am too busy with more important
things than contributing to that mess.
I do like the idea of exercises for easing body armor. Like I am going
to this Stanislav Grof T group in a couple months and one thing I have
always been turned off by is his association with Ken Wilber, who I
have always thought was completely full of it. So just for amusement,
I did a little exercise on what it is that makes me so irritated by
that man. And I made a list. Projection? Envy? Who does he think he
is? &c.
Aside. Envy and Jealousy are too different things. I looked them up in
the dictionary and I was thinking they were synonymous and one was the
Greek and one was the Latin, but know. Envy is "I want". Jealous is "I
want to destroy". So we may have been envious of Mr. Mica but being
jealous of him is a little ridiculous.
I did not reach any conclusions about Wilber but the exercise was
useful nevertheless. A lot of the stuff in the TANTRIC SEX manual has
very little to do directly with getting your mojo working and just
trying to experience fairly mundane stuff instead of ignoring it. Like
that feeling you get that your whole day is ruined because you spilled
coffee on your freshly laundered pants or somebody dinged your car
door. It's kind of inevitable that, uh, shit happens.
One of the most bizarre experiments in the book (which I haven't
definitely decided I am going to do) is fish one of your turds out of
the toilet and make a playdough sculpture out of it and let it dry for
a day or two in your living room. This is not for the day before you
have that big date coming over if you decide to try it. I don't think
a lot of people would be sympathetic with your experiment and you
definitely ain't going to score if you explain you got the idea out of
a TANTRIC SEX manual.
Then again that is probably a typical first date for Layo.
There isn't any way of knowing. You can't see directly inside anybody
else's experience of the world. These guys in my office who drive me
nuts (example--the flooring on this whole floor is raised. These
people typically stomp everywhere they go. A typical greeting is they
stomp into your doorway and just stand there. This is stupid enough
when the floor is thinly carpeted skyscraper concrete but on a raised
flooring it is RETARDED. But I digress.) these people in my office who
drive me nuts are all absolutely inscrutable. I have no way of telling
what their experience of the universe is. For all I know they spend an
hour a week crying in their psychiatrist's office like Holden
Caulfield on PCP.
Every time one of them disturbs me I repeat to myself "on the inside
they could be like the Most Holy Perfect Vehicle". This helps a great
deal.
Bukvich
