Naad Front Territory
Meditationtime Forum Post
Date: Posted 3 years before Dec 19, 2016
MiBeloved 3 years ago
Meditation this morning was a little flaky but there was some progress. The first piece of progress is that the attempt was made to meditate. Even if there is a no meditation in the meditation session, even if the meditation is disturbed and is a failure due to internal or external distractions, still if the effort is made it is a plus. It is a small plus but a plus is a plus anyway.
One drop of water added to an empty or partially filled water tank, is one more drop anyway. Little progress is progress.
I always praise myself from making the effort to meditate even when there is a shitty session where nothing productive takes place.
Why?
Because in this situation whatever you do to boost your self-esteem will pay off. It is either you have that push to do yoga, that self-encouragement, or you will be like those students who stall and do not practice. Take credit for whatever little practice you do and push on.
That is the example I am setting for you.
This morning session was highlighted with a loud air conditioning unit rattling and blasting away. It was hard to hear naad with that big motor blasting and vibrating but I meditated anyway.
Seeing that this is my lot, to be meditating in a noisy place, I settled down and assumed the attitude which the elderly relatives who were Christians used to adopt in their poverty stricken no-status situation, where when they would get even ten cents, anything, they would say:
“Thank God for Jesus!”
I doubt if any of these cabbies ever saw Jesus supernaturally and still they had this faith. As for God, for sure, they never saw this divine father of Jesus, and still they used to rely on this Being whom they never perceived except indirectly. Suppose they were just imagining the whole thing. Suppose the bible was written by some creative poets.
But still the elderly relatives would express this appreciation to God for sending Jesus, who in their view gave them the hope they needed to cross through this miserable earthly existence, where their social lot could not be improved, and where they would remain as underpins throughout their lives.
This morning session was great, just a little progress was made:
Naad sound moved from the top back of the head and pushed itself into the frontal part of the subtle head where usually the riff-raff ideas of mundane existence abound. Those chicken-shit disruptive thoughts were nowhere to be seen. Naad took over the whole place as if it was its territory. It blasted through that place.
Is that advancement?
It sure is!
