Not that there is any way out, I mean the whole death and rebirth thing doesn't allow a lot of options. And when I take enough Aya, I seem to go there. To the place I have always been an never leave despite all my efforts to do so. I can never get anywhere, and when I run far enough from the ritual, I realize I really have never gone anyway.
But perhaps there can be a ritual within the above ritual. A ritual which notices that the death and rebirth narrative is a product of the mind. For everything is alive, and death is only a feeble attempt to put a label on something that doesn't really fit. So the answer is not with the mind. Its turtles all the way down there.
So the ritual is to sacrifice the mind. Give it up, and our friend Kali can help. Or more specifically the Chinnamasta incarnation of Kali. So when I go into my sacred imaginary temple, with the zen cushions beneath windows on one side and the shiva statute with the mat in front of it, you know the one I'm talking about, using the Gateway project of Robert Monroe or not:-). Anyway, after I bow to Shiva, then open the temple conversion box to release everything and then I synchronize with the sound, I can also cut my head off. And maybe put it in the large sea shell at the south side of the temple.
No comments:
Post a Comment