The one thing that stands between all of us and an incarnate experience, a transcendent experience, an enlightened experience is the voices telling us we are dust, and meaning that in a bad way, rather than a cyclical way, most of them within our own head.
Of late, my meditation has been focused on breathing through my worst fear - death by being eaten alive by sharks, limb by limb, with enough sensation left to feel each tug, eaten by the eating machines of the ocean. I guess I probably have similar death fears to confront in earth, wind and fire as well. Dying alone in any of those environments would almost be peaceful, but to be a proud owner of flesh eaten, flesh that cannot renew itself from harvested seed.
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