Ra Visitations!

Thursday 9:00 p.m.
It was an overcast and cold day. I wasn't in the allotment much, but while I was sitting in the hut, I was visited by 4 wrens! The wren's nest above the door hasn't been used for the last two years, but two of them were having a good swatch at it. Then the other two arrived. There might have been more in the queue, but I had a furiously itchy nose and had to touch it ... alarm call and they were away! What's all that about?

I made some soup when I got back. The onions, tatties, cabbage, broccoli and turnip were all from the allotment. Only the lentils and spices were bought in. The first surge of raspberries are gone now.

I brought my sleeping bag back from the hut today without ever using it. This is a wee bit disappointing, but I was a bit wearied today anyway. It might have been the weather or over-training, or too much cannybliss yogurt the night before ... probably all these things in combination. But I'm not doing under six hours most days and I've only had that one drinking session since a week passed on Saturday. The visualisations are coming on though! They are getting stronger, but it's hard work this sitting quietly doing nothing all day, so it is.

10:30 p.m.
It'd just like to share a little with you alien creatures and spam robots in the blogosphere what it might be like to experience the great whooshing and uprising and stretching and the roaring in the ears that accompanies the attempting to type to yous all about ra bliss. Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss! You forget what its like when you're not doing it. But at this time of night you can get totally off your face on air. The cannybliss yogurt just holds you back because it causes distraction (though it comes into its own later when you have to do other things). Anyway, I can't really do real time bliss blogging because I haven't got the words and you probably hadn't had an experience in the same ball park. There is just something astonishing about the after effects of a vase breath once you've made some kind of initial connection (don't ask me how!) between the breath and ra bliss.

I'll just have another vase breath here and then try to convey what it's like. Maybe. It's just wave upon wave of roaring and rippling and expanding ... first there is the disappearing breath, the one that seems far easier to hold somehow. That's weird. Something weird going on there maybe. After another two breaths .... well, the sensations are better than anything you've ever had or ever will have in this life. That last breath put it way passed the best feelings you could ever get with anything else. Incomparably fabuloso sensations. You do feel as if you're going to float away. It's wonderful. Go again. You miss the subtle nuances of exquisite pleasure with the involvement of the cannybliss yogurt because it unsettles your mind, but it does seem to initially give your chi a wee bit of oomph. It's probably the melted rubber in the soapbar.

A double dose of Rome comes up! I may not stay awake. Even with all the bonking and chibbing.