It is always healthy to sit back and review one's life.
I spent the most relaxed weekend, seeing good friends over meals, chilling at home, and not being engaged in the new week ahead. What a glorious spring weekend it was, too. I could finish my blog now and go to bed.
A week could not pass without a particular mischief in the air, or I would not be living.
The meditation course I began last Tuesday evening and continued tonight was one of the best gifts I could have given myself.
Many years ago, at a friend's Christmas gay party, a tall, slim, middle-aged Dutch man (apparently a psychic) walked straight up to me and abruptly said:
"You know, you won't live in London in your later years!"
"Really?!" I looked at him, puzzled.
The sum up of his remark was that I would be moving somewhere in Northern Europe. Austria?
"No way," I said. "It's too cold up there. I'm not moving anywhere colder than London!"
Irrespective of my comment, he told me I would meet many people, especially men. Now, that's a surprise!
"One thing," he continued. "You're a spiritual woman, and you're neglecting your meditation. Go back to it. It's essential in your life."
The rest of what he said... Time will tell.
The TM (Transcendental Meditation) course I recently completed left me questioning the rules of payment, which seemed far too materialistic for such a profound cause. Hey, if it works for anyone, it's only money, but meditation is keeping in touch with your inner being and making a money-making machine out of it does not feel right.
In the meditation course I attended years ago, our Teacher, who is profoundly experienced in this field, explained all the varied ways of meditating and left it to you to decide what best suits you to train your mind to a mode of consciousness from within. Payment is left to your discretion.
From learning to breathe from your chakras, especially the upper ones, to chanting. There are various ways of keeping the mind still. What took me aback during his talk was the relevance of extreme sexuality and spirituality. How they go hand in hand and how some are partial to experience a high sex drive because of a high level of spirituality. After all, our sexual organ is related to our brain, parts of our body, and our being.
I had to stay behind to talk to him about that...
I told the male Teacher: "You know, I've been questioning my sexuality. I came to your course about ten or eleven years ago with my Ex, when we were still married. There came a time when I felt so miserable in my being that I threw myself into a self-searching, finding happiness mode and trying to work through every possible answer that came my way. From therapy, many workshops and meditation, I found a free spirit in myself, which has left me in awe in an unimaginable way. Although sex has been tabooed by so many religions, I find it a way of being closer to someone. A release of energies, intertwined in one; two souls melting in one pot."
He did not seem surprised at my comment and went on: "As I said in the talk, sexuality is a strong spirituality that forms in the lower organ of our body as opposed to the higher one. In many religions, it's made into a sin', but the Indians have a better understanding of it and see it as part of our being."
He continued: "Oh! I've seen many yogis go wild on it."
It all suddenly became clear. We have choices, and no one can make the other wrong for the different values we choose to live by. It is like Jesus said to the male-dominant gathering, who were about to throw stones at a woman they believed was sinful.
Jesus said: "Let the man who has committed no sin throw the first stone."
Does such a man exist? Or was Jesus a fairytale character?
Although I must have written this before, it was an excellent point to raise again.
Even the NLP teacher I once met could not be honest with his feelings towards me. Despite the beautiful, passionate time we spent talking and getting better acquainted, he slowly disappeared from the scene of my life when I asked him to speak to me freely of his feelings as I would. I want to be free and find a soul with whom to share mutual feelings. It is not about ownership; we all have different values and ways of achieving goals and experiencing our free beings, but I only ask to be open enough to talk freely about what we go through. Oh well, c'est la vie!
My life as a singleton continues...
Last Friday was a dinner party at Tila's family home for her birthday celebrations, catching up with old friends Mia and Olivia. The night ended on our way home with a heart-to-heart with Gisela, whom I met in December and absolutely fell in love with her gentle soul. Although we came from different schools of thought about finding love, hearing her views on waiting to meet someone special was enchanting.
Saturday was a late lunch at home with my Girl, followed by watching a DVD, wrapped up in all her love, and dinner with the Lovely Donna at the Cow.
On Sunday, another chilling day, I walked in Battersea Park with Shiba in the warmth of the spring sun. We had so much catching up to do!
On Monday, Kristine and a handful of her friends had another birthday dinner at a local restaurant, followed by an hour of dancing and meeting two more beautiful women.
If you are to take a piece of advice from me... Start meditating. It is life-changing.
I spent the most relaxed weekend, seeing good friends over meals, chilling at home, and not being engaged in the new week ahead. What a glorious spring weekend it was, too. I could finish my blog now and go to bed.
A week could not pass without a particular mischief in the air, or I would not be living.
The meditation course I began last Tuesday evening and continued tonight was one of the best gifts I could have given myself.
Many years ago, at a friend's Christmas gay party, a tall, slim, middle-aged Dutch man (apparently a psychic) walked straight up to me and abruptly said:
"You know, you won't live in London in your later years!"
"Really?!" I looked at him, puzzled.
The sum up of his remark was that I would be moving somewhere in Northern Europe. Austria?
"No way," I said. "It's too cold up there. I'm not moving anywhere colder than London!"
Irrespective of my comment, he told me I would meet many people, especially men. Now, that's a surprise!
"One thing," he continued. "You're a spiritual woman, and you're neglecting your meditation. Go back to it. It's essential in your life."
The rest of what he said... Time will tell.
The TM (Transcendental Meditation) course I recently completed left me questioning the rules of payment, which seemed far too materialistic for such a profound cause. Hey, if it works for anyone, it's only money, but meditation is keeping in touch with your inner being and making a money-making machine out of it does not feel right.
In the meditation course I attended years ago, our Teacher, who is profoundly experienced in this field, explained all the varied ways of meditating and left it to you to decide what best suits you to train your mind to a mode of consciousness from within. Payment is left to your discretion.
From learning to breathe from your chakras, especially the upper ones, to chanting. There are various ways of keeping the mind still. What took me aback during his talk was the relevance of extreme sexuality and spirituality. How they go hand in hand and how some are partial to experience a high sex drive because of a high level of spirituality. After all, our sexual organ is related to our brain, parts of our body, and our being.
I had to stay behind to talk to him about that...
I told the male Teacher: "You know, I've been questioning my sexuality. I came to your course about ten or eleven years ago with my Ex, when we were still married. There came a time when I felt so miserable in my being that I threw myself into a self-searching, finding happiness mode and trying to work through every possible answer that came my way. From therapy, many workshops and meditation, I found a free spirit in myself, which has left me in awe in an unimaginable way. Although sex has been tabooed by so many religions, I find it a way of being closer to someone. A release of energies, intertwined in one; two souls melting in one pot."
He did not seem surprised at my comment and went on: "As I said in the talk, sexuality is a strong spirituality that forms in the lower organ of our body as opposed to the higher one. In many religions, it's made into a sin', but the Indians have a better understanding of it and see it as part of our being."
He continued: "Oh! I've seen many yogis go wild on it."
It all suddenly became clear. We have choices, and no one can make the other wrong for the different values we choose to live by. It is like Jesus said to the male-dominant gathering, who were about to throw stones at a woman they believed was sinful.
Jesus said: "Let the man who has committed no sin throw the first stone."
Does such a man exist? Or was Jesus a fairytale character?
Although I must have written this before, it was an excellent point to raise again.
Even the NLP teacher I once met could not be honest with his feelings towards me. Despite the beautiful, passionate time we spent talking and getting better acquainted, he slowly disappeared from the scene of my life when I asked him to speak to me freely of his feelings as I would. I want to be free and find a soul with whom to share mutual feelings. It is not about ownership; we all have different values and ways of achieving goals and experiencing our free beings, but I only ask to be open enough to talk freely about what we go through. Oh well, c'est la vie!
My life as a singleton continues...
Last Friday was a dinner party at Tila's family home for her birthday celebrations, catching up with old friends Mia and Olivia. The night ended on our way home with a heart-to-heart with Gisela, whom I met in December and absolutely fell in love with her gentle soul. Although we came from different schools of thought about finding love, hearing her views on waiting to meet someone special was enchanting.
Saturday was a late lunch at home with my Girl, followed by watching a DVD, wrapped up in all her love, and dinner with the Lovely Donna at the Cow.
On Sunday, another chilling day, I walked in Battersea Park with Shiba in the warmth of the spring sun. We had so much catching up to do!
On Monday, Kristine and a handful of her friends had another birthday dinner at a local restaurant, followed by an hour of dancing and meeting two more beautiful women.
If you are to take a piece of advice from me... Start meditating. It is life-changing.
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