Meditation of Low Quality

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Date: Posted 3 years before Jan 02, 2017

MiBeloved 3 years ago

Students should know how to make even a bad meditation session pay off, so that every session has a benefit. There is something that I learned from butchers when I grew up in Guyana, which is how they make a profit from every part of the animal killed.

As a small boy, using that sort of body, I was sent on some Saturdays to the abattoir. This is the official place for butchering cows in a British colonial territory. This body which I am using was derived from a mainly African descent family which was into eating flesh. In some tribal societies in Africa cows are maintained not for milk but for blood. Their blood is extracted through a sharp straw from a main vein and used in cooking or even for drinking raw. That is part of some African tradition of certain tribes.

Anyway, I was sent to the slaughter house to buy parts of a butchered cow. There were two motives for doing this. There was hardly any refrigeration which meant that people wanted to have fresh meat. There was the factor of not being able to afford it. The slaughter house was the lowest price place to acquire flesh but it was stationed a little distance from the main population and respectable women would not go there to buy anything directly. Some male member of the family was sent, even the boys.

Most people got their meat from butchers in the market but there you did not get the blood of the animal and special body parts like the heart or liver. There you got only the dry carcass which was the main trunk with limbs attached, which a butcher cut apart in public at the market.

Those carcasses were hung on large meat hooks for all to see. It did not dawn on anyone that such carcasses were similar to human bodies. Looking at those carcasses everyone saw something to eat and there were Hindus who did not go to that part of the market but most of these were self-righteous people, who felt that they were too dignified to even see such carcasses hanging because to their view you just did not do that to a cow. You could do it to a sheep or goat but not a cow.

Their training was that cows were sacred, a divine animal, a pet of God and the gods. Only the black people ate cows and the terrible white masters of civilization. The black people were a primitive lot, that was why they ate cow flesh.

In any case in many of my previous lives, I used Indian bodies and ones in brahmin families. I was not eating cows, I was into the same superstition about cows being sacred. In many of those births as a yogi, I broke out of that superstition and saw that there was no difference between butchering a hog, cow or human being.

It has nothing to do with the religious ideas about cows being sacred. That is not it. It has to do with understanding that a body is a body and if you can eat one animal you certainly can eat some other.

But the body itself has a desire, so that if a brahmin yogi who did not eat animal bodies, takes a body from a family line which does that, then that same brahmin yogi will find himself (herself) desiring to eat animal carcasses.

He or she will have to fight his or her way out of the habit. If the habit of the genes is very strong, then he or she might lose the fight.

As a child, I used to go to the abattoir. Sometimes I would go into the slaughter room. The guy doing the job would not object. He would look on me as if I was a son and would do it in a way to show how it was done. I would be barefooted in a short pant with a torn old shirt on. We were a poor family.

One man would tie the horns of the animal so that its head was on the ground so that the throat was exposed in a certain way. The legs of the animal would be tied tightly so that the animal could not move. Then another man would come in with a special wide nozzle gun. He should put a slug through the center of the eyebrows. The animal would begin twitching this way and that way as much as it could since it was tied up tightly.

Then the butcher expert would come with a very sharp knife, slit the throat and before the blood would gush out, he would have a large bucket set under the throat which would hold the blood.

It was interesting to see the detachment of these men. As a boy I would look on in wonder at how detached they were. I would pretend to myself that I was a big man and was detached as well. This caused a psychological shift from being concerned to being neutral to the reactions of the cow’s awful sounds and movements.

After this to keep the hot blood from gelling in certain part of the bucket, this man would put his hand into the bucket of blood and briskly stir it. Then he would take the blood out to the abattoir fence and sell it to some women who made a food called black pudding which was a much desired delicacy among some of the people of African descent.

I regularly watched how this food was prepared on Saturday nights by ladies who sold it from their homes. They would have partially cooked rice, salt and herbs and would mix in this blood. This mixture would be stuffed through a funnel into the intestines of a cow or pig. It was forced through the throat of the funnel using a round wooden stick. After this the intestines would be tied off and this would be placed in a large pot and boiled for hours. Then it would be cut up and sold.

This is similar to sausage.

People would line up to buy just a slice or two of this and would feel like they were in heaven eating this. Actually it has to do with the body. I had such a body so I know how it felt and how heavenly was the feeling of tasting the boiled cow’s blood using the tongue of that specific human body. What has it got to do with religion?

Back to the slaughter house (abattoir):

After seeing this killing business, I would see how the murdered animal would be pulled up in the air using meat hooks which were punched through behind its Achilles tendons. Then another man would come with another type of knife and gut the animal. It was interesting to see the entire middle portion of the trunk just fall out of the body of the animal as this person expertly gutted the animal. Every part would be sold. Every part was worth money. The testes would be sold to someone at a high price. Who knows why?

The heart would be sold. Sometimes I bought a heart and took it home to the delight of relatives. I was just doing what I was supposed to do in that family tradition.

A man would come and skin the animal. That was valuable to those persons who were leather tanners. Some person bought the skin, boiled it and ate it. It has much protein in it if you are into that. Someone would buy the eyes, cook that and eat that. Some considered the ears to be a delicacy. From female cows, the ovaries were a specialty. Everything here was edible.

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What did I learn from this?

That you have to make use of every experience in spiritual practice, even those bad meditation sessions, even that time when you lose the battle with the mind. In every respect you have to make a profit on everything. Even the cow dung which came out of the animal’s bowels was sold as manure.

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This morning the session of meditation was not so good but the breath infusion was great with Yogi Bhajan being present. Up above where I was exercising there were two yogis in minute form on a branch of an astral tree. They were talking to Yogi Bhajan who was standing beside me. They were saying that he was in a ruling family and that if it was about 200 years prior to his birth, he would have become known as a Sikh guru like Guru Gobind Sing for instance.

Yogi Bhajan was commenting on the current stage of my practice, saying that even though I got some techniques from other yogis, still what I am doing is part of the natural progression of an attentive practice using breath infusion pranayama.

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When I sat to meditate, at first everything was okay. The core-self adhered to naad sound. Then I saw naad light up ahead. Energies in the trunk of the subtle body came up to where the tongue was pushing on the soft palate. Then there was a very trivial thought which took my attention. When I looked at it, it was nothing important just some little nothing. I turned away from it. Then another one came. Then I decided that something was amiss. I checked to see what happened when I turned away; if I immediately became glued in naad and then immediately saw naad light.

This was an opportunity to note my current default condition when sitting to meditate.

What kind of body did you get in this life?

That of a lion?

That of an eagle?

That of a parrot?

A body that needs to drink cow blood?

What sort of body is it?

Never mind the religion!!!!

Alfredo 3 years ago

MiBeloved wrote:

[In some tribal societies in Africa cows are maintained not for milk but for blood. Their blood is extracted through a sharp straw from a main vein and used in cooking or even for drinking raw. That is part of some African tradition of certain tribes.]

Alfredo's Reply:

The Masai use a small bow and arrow and pierce one of the main veins of the cow to collect the blood, that is then mixed with cow milk/yogurt in a thick paste that can be carried with them for long distances inside leather pouches. This is their main staple.

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MiBeloved wrote:

[This is similar to sausage.]

Alfredo's Reply:

It is indeed "blood sausage", and one of the delicatessen of the Spanish cuisine with spices and without the rice, the rice was mostly a Caribbean/Colombian addition. In Spain it is done with spices and it is a major ingredient of the famous bean pottage called "Fabada Asturiana". The French and the Germans have their own types. Interestingly enough, the Bulgarian cuisine is mostly devoid of beef, and these types of blood sausages are not consumed.