I’ve been up for now for almost 24 hours, and I can’t get tired – I ate like a pig today; planned for the future; and exercised with martial arts despite my wounds (from the accident).
BTW, my round house sucks (but then I’m comparing it to Van Damme at his best, but, then again, I don’t have enough time to train but by myself – so that’s all I can do; the best I can and that’s not all I’m doing , so I forgive myself).
Practicing yogic martial arts and meditation simultaneously is indefinably the happiest and unqualifiedly the best sport of precision.
Someone stole my underlined and annotated copy of “Tibetan Yoga” by Sir Evans Wentz (no one wants me to go “nuclear”).
I can only explain the “precision sport” in person for the only true power that one has is power of over oneself; there is no other real form of power.
Yes, I’ve been extremely privileged during the earlier parts of my life but I have always worked hard since, and real privilege is working in a noble, honest way – whether one is cleaning toilets or running a company or a country for that matter.
You may begin to hear the “eternal music” soon. First, you will hear it around electrical generators, then around water, and then around people. There will be a slight hum that will begin to sound like a melody, and then there will be a symphony that will be in sync with your internal perception and your larger senses.
Begin listening for although it might be slight it is true (and you have no idea how important it is towards your spiritual development).
Yours,
HippoParamus
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