I feel like I was rebirthed into the world. But I had to give birth to myself, and it hurt like a fucking bitch. And I am a little bitch, and I wish I could run back to the womb that is Vipassana.
(This big magical bubble)
allows you to leave reality and
| find yourself.
Then it spits you back into the world,
______________and you are just there.
All you remember how to do is wash dishes and cook delicious food, and meditate and help others meditate.
Oh yeah, and deal with your fucking Ego because you learn that
you feel, |
is your manifestation or reaction to a situation.
*Therefore, everything is your fault.*
…It’s like but wait, hold the fuck up?! This lady wants me to get vaccinated, and if I don’t, she will judge me, and she is my meditation teacher?…
Well, Assistant Teacher to the
the late S.N. Goenka,
the God they have displayed to represent Vipassana.
He is very charming, I must say. Fortunately or unfortunately (who knows ?) this man put me in the Hotel California and now…
…I can never leave.
But then there was the practice, and it was true. It was beautiful.
||| .It was a jail. |||
A jail of the mother fucking EGO.
God, everything was Ego, and if everything was Ego, I could laugh it in the face. And face the world better.
I could work harder, wake up earlier, sleep later, breathe each moment because it was in the moment that I found you.
The North Star Has Risen
My entire body became a city, and I had to fight through so many “caves” of my mind. I had to unlock clues and move onto the next phase, or level, I shall say.
The Ego drifted away as I continued down the puzzle. I built spaceships and connected wires that did not exist. I believe this to be a message about a very complex machine that I now hold in my mind.
>>>Enter The | SIMULATION./>
I can solve and create in the blink of an eye.
; I can build. ;
I can develop ideas and creations out of nothing,
for I am myself made out of
I was nothing. I faced this angel from hades. She was covered in vines; she hissed at me and moved her body within mine. She made me ride this out, she said, you chose this, and she laughed as I fought what I could not resist. I could not fight the beast which I consumed.
But that which I consumed was like choking on blood.
Flash Back to the SouthEast Vipassana Kitchen
I washed dishes for miles.
That was all I had to do, and it was good.
It was peaceful. It was just me as I was, there at the moment.
With foam all over my hands
A rubber apron and a soft cotton
Kurti wrapped around my skin.
But it couldn’t be real,
It was a blimp in the simulation.
I existed only for the womb.
This river of consciousness,
Held me tight, in the arms of dawn
And by night
I danced beneath billions
The mosquitoes pierced my skin.
And if I broke my vows
I would smack them
And the blood would pour out of their sacks, making marks on my arms
I was a sister of the swamplands.
I was acting like a nun.
But inside, I was just an alien.