THE WILD WOMAN DIARY:
Experiments in the Feminine Reality
15 minutes meditation with the yoni egg
No fractals, unicorns, sacred geometry, rushes of energy, or feelings of serenity and calm.
Just run of the mill boredom, distraction, and frustration.
Yesterday's bout with enlightenment totally wore me out. Apparently my brain decided to blow it’s whole load at once, and flooded my system with every last drop of dopamine and serotonin at its disposal, amounting to a good old-fashioned bender. At some point, I became aware that I was intentionally getting high off of the kundalini energy that I was raising during meditation. I know better than this, but I didn’t pull in the reigns.
Why not? Because it feels good. And so, I squeezed that motherfucking orange until it bone dry and then drank the juice in one big gulp.
So, today I am heavy-lidded, hungover, and more than a little irritable.
I really need to be more careful about that.
No surprise that during meditation it was difficult to focus, and I was bothered by a constant stream of worried, stressful thoughts.
Probably a good idea to focus more on mindfulness and calm rather than blowing up my pineal gland.
Don't get me wrong. It's fun. But I'm pretty sure that's not what meditation was intended for. Long term, at least.
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