I didn't dare to be a meditator, but I had a habit of sitting in my legs, closing my eyes and listening to my breath every morning. At first I was just enough to listen to 5 steams, then to 8 slightly, then 10 steam, 20 steam ... 0: 00/5: 25 Southern nunners count on me and go out of themselves slowly
. Must say, the experience of the process must be "fighting" with the thoughtful thought to stay in the breath as an interesting experience, and maybe I will share this interesting into another charm, here I'm here Want to share another interesting, that's when I heard the last breath. Then breathe so gently go to my nose, slowly down the lungs, slowly swelling something inside My chest and then slowly come out, 4 steps, 3 steps, 2 steps .
. 1 step. Right to that last hiccup, I opened my eyes. And ever that, the moment opened her eyes was always a moment that a thought appeared in me: magic and mysterious light! Beautiful light too! Light gives us many horrible things! Photo: St.The first, I think that feeling can only come in a few times. After a few more times, when it still repeated with the whole surprise like a few for the first time I thought: when I was used to, it would dissolve it myself. But until now when I was used to the moment of opening my eyes, officially ended the time to listen to the breath, that surprise still showed her like the first time. The frequency surprise does not change. The proportion of surprise does not change. The impression that the light hit me didn't change
I was surprised by seeing this right now, I was seeing the man in the roofs (I often sat on a high floor of the apartment building). I saw the line of people on the familiar path. I saw the rows of trees at the same time, then vibrate in the wind. I surprised because I saw many things too. Actually in every other moment of life, I still see the raw things. Because I always see those things, I think it is the existence of all of me. It must course. It is obvious. At this time, while closing his eyes to hear his breath, suddenly opened his eyes, suddenly suddenly understand that nothing was all of them. Light goes on me is no different from a grace. Lighting on life is no different from a grace. And it is also seen in light, saying exactly that everything is found through the lighting of light is also enjoying great gifts. You try to remember, how many times you suddenly switch from aim Eyes open eye? When being caught by her parents / teachers and eyes, face on the wall in each time of being fined in the past? When I have to close my eyes on the wall and count "5-10-15-20 ..." In the game hide and find the old days? And when I woke up, it was definitely like that, from the old days to now! Regardless of when we wake up, we also inevitably transfer from my eyes to open my eyes, can't be different. In those 3 facts opening that eye, do you see the magic of light? Each person will have an experience, a different answer, through different experiences, but for me the answer is " are not". I remembered very carefully, in the first situation, after opening her eyes was a half-trembling feeling. Welcoming to know his parents / teachers will not make them kneel, face more face, but trembling because they know what to spread his hand "eat" someone who remembers his life. Come now I still remember the very long ruler of Ms. Hong - my class 3 teacher, and just remember it, I turned up with the burning heat when visualizing the scene Thickly thickened themselves straight into their hearts. With the second situation, when opening his eyes, my first job is to speculate immediately watching the floods you are hiding in the corners of peaks, and how to do Find them in the fastest way. And so I had to think about it so I couldn't pay attention to all the dark transformations that happened to me. And so, in both this situation, with these two types of personal experience, I haven't seen the magic of light. Photo: St. Third situation - "Wake up" until now I now Still finding it is a very normal moment. Even woke up, immediately ran out opening the room window, the light rushed at me was not so unexpected. I'm not surprised with that light. I feel normal for that light. I saw black - dark, blurry - morning, the province - awake is only a rule of necessity that people go through. But private with the moment of opening eyes after the time of sitting in a breath-breathe. At that moment, it was really light pouring into my label new. It watered in the frame I still saw everything like something different. I don't know what to call its name. But my feeling was true that, every time it was, repeatedly repeated. When, when did I go through a time to listen to the breath, so then everything was different? Sometimes the cause of every cause in the breath, not light? Light still, . Dịch vụ:
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