Plate of Shrimp

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"Suppose you're thinking about a plate of shrimp. Suddenly somebody will say like 'plate' or 'shrimp' or 'plate of shrimp', out of the blue, no explanation. No point in looking for one either; it's all part of the cosmic unconsciousness." — "Repo Man, 1984"

Last night I listened to David Lynch narrate on the topic of transcendental meditation while I screen printed Buddha t-shirts until 1am. I have a healthy combination of A.D.D. That's a discussion for another day. Anyhoo...David Lynch talks about the euphoric rush he gets from meditation. About the deep well of pure bliss. Bliss for all the senses.

Then, this morning I took a class with Marlene. While we sat in meditation, Marlene asked us to take an internal tour through the vast mansion that is "our inner-self". It was only 9:45 am and I was contemplating the cosmic enormity of my inner being.

Marlene imagined aloud for us, a giant house with hallways that led to more hallways, connecting to stairwells that ascended to rooms within rooms. That this mansion was a place where we could spend our entire lives exploring room by room; searching for a hidden chamber. The Heart.

She said that there was a world of infinite bliss just beyond the door of one of those internal rooms.

There it is again! Bliss! My plate of shrimp.

So it got me thinking about the concept of meditation. I understand that a person can achieve a sensation so unlike anything else that it can be described as "infinitely blissful". I comprehend the possibilities, but as to the "how" or "when" of it, I am clueless.

Maybe that's a part of the journey. Maybe you have to fake it until you make it (another marlene gem) Maybe just the awareness of such a place is the first step. what do you think? xoxox — j.