Going feral

They don't even allow you shiz at the monastery - that's harsh! Well good luck with it, depending on how much you enjoy the experience I'm thinking a really fat and smiley Lord Buddha would be perfect for you now.

EDIT: I meant to put for an avatar, not for your own private personal enjoyment.

 

Good on you! What tradition?

 

Awww...
You´re gonna be 'ere on 26th for me birthday!

 

ytzk high as fuck, training for Mortal Kombat and shit.

 

Apparently we say "shiz" nowadays.

 

Well, cool people do. I mean, so I'm told.

 

Signing off to train for mortal combat and shit.

QAP'LAH!

er, I mean, peace out, dudes.

 

Have a good one, ytzk. Choose you destiny and all that.

 

Telepathy is the communication of thoughts in a method outside of known standard forms. If there was a method to send emails back in the 1400's, and only a few people knew about it, then that would be considered a form of telepathy by this definition.

Another definition is communication by means outside of sensory perception, so that would basically limit the definition of telepathy to what you had said.

 

This is where undead monks come from. Be prepared for running zombies.

 

Back. Brainwashed. Buddhist.

Booyah.

 

Only when you are able to punch me through your screen will I be convinced you are Buddhist.

 

I'm not saying I can't, just that I won't.

But seriously: Mind. Officially. Blown.

Ten days of ten hours meditation per day. Sounds easy, right? Hah.

First three days was sharpening the mind by concentrating on your nostrils. Easy, right? Hah.

Then seven days of using the newly honed senses to map out every molecule of your body in a repeating scan of concentrated awareness. Oh, and sitting motionless for one hour at a time.

So, time slows down, awareness becomes acute AND you're in incredible agony. Incredible physical torture. Then, as a function of the technique, the body-memory of every emotional and psychological imbalance will come bubbling through your mind.

That's the easy bit. Hah! The real crux of the technique is to continuously maintain equanimity on a molecular level while suffering in every conceivable way. This is to train your deepest subconscious out of the automatic reaction of attachment to the inevitable vicissitudes of life.

So, basically, it was like choosing to be burnt alive in hellfire for a hundred years while screaming demons are clawing at your face AND smiling through it all.

So, yes, I did enjoy the experience. How have you guys been? Suffering in ignorance no doubt. Hah!

Peace and happiness, dudes.

 

Hah!

 

I would guess these meditation techniques could benefit you in the bedroom.

 

So where does the agony come from?

Are you going to set yourself on fire in protest of something?

 

Last time i tried hardcore meditation like ytzk i started to feel a terrible itch in my butthole, never tried again.

 

Were you sitting on a bed of nails?

 

You probably shouldn't meditate while being screwed by a man wearing a wool sock on his penis.

 

I can't think of a better time to attempt meditation. As the saying goes, "Lie back and contemplate the oneness of all things."