progress, really!

I'm finally coming back to something that I new very well a year or two ago but got sidetracked from. At that time when I'd meditate the feeling was of getting into a warm bath, of making time to enjoy all of these small energy events occuring in the body, tingles here and there, taps, emanations of heat, odd pulls and swoops. I guess because there are so many ways to meditate I lost my sense that all I needed to do was get into that bath and observe the currents of energy.

Reading Mysteries of the Life Force by Peter Meech has helped me become aware that the kind of steeping I was doing was a tribute to the life force, which grows when nurtured by awareness. The Chi Kung master who is the subject of the book teaches that when we properly nurture chi, it heals us, knowing exactly what to do.

Sometimes it requires patience to feel anything. Other times the sensations are rather remarkable. I was just meditating on the brown sofa in the living room and feeling the sensation of fingertips making delicate down strokes around the crown chakra, pressure in the third eye regions and tingling lines helping to relax tension in my left glutial. After a while I had the inclination to put both hands over my heart which brought a heavy warmth and radiance to it. I began to feel that my heart wanted to drink from the chi of my hands steadily and heartily and would not let them leave there. Oh, poor heart. Then I felt like moving the left hand down to dan tian and felt the energy from that little furnace connect with the heart energy in a powerful column of radiant, warm stillness. Now, as I write this, I still feel a very distinct pressure on my third eye and the happiness in my still recharging heart.

I suppose if the life force likes to be cradled in the awarness, then it also won't mind being cradled in an um, blog.

But wow, what a way to go. From what I've been reading there's a whole mountain range of life force that I haven't even come close to and wouldn't be strong enough to perceive at this point. And then, there's those little devils who are so good at stealing it away when I'm not looking.