There is only one meditation, avowed the coal-eyed chain-smoker—the adamant refusal to harbour thoughts.
Men want to make progress on the inner journey but they don’t want to give anything up. They want to add some notion of progress to what they already have. But there is no progress! There is only giving up.
Acquisition, we are taught from a very early age. Disposition, we learn for ourselves. Of course, in order to learn subtraction, a teacher is necessary. Not to worry. Life will provide all of the instructors we need.
“Why does this always happen to me?”
Whatever we experience unconsciously—whatever we fail to investigate, understand, surrender to—we will experience again. The purpose of Life is to burst through our tamas, to draw us out of somnabulism. Depending on our density, this may require a two-by-four to the back of the head. Sometimes rude is best: the harder the wood, the brighter the flame.
Life gives us what we need. Always.