More metta for difficult people on Saturday – it went well, and I found myself very much carried away into the metta jhanas. Occasionally while I go up the ladder, I get to a point where I feel like my head is opening up and I’m climbing out of it and up into a place of great light and equanimity – J3 maybe?
So that happened which was great.
On Sunday we didn’t have prescriptive practice, so I chose to do a meditation in honor of the supermoon with the Moon card from my new tarot deck. I had some intense visualizations of getting sucked into the card, then heading back to basic concentration.
Then as I climbed the concentration ladder I arrived at a woman reclining on a chaise, dressed in full renaissance garb, with a headdress occluding her hair. She had no face, but was talking to me – one of those murmurs that you can’t make out. My intuition told me that she was a guardian of some sort, but I’m not sure of what or if my creative mind is just being over dramatic. I’m tempted to write it off as a crazy nimitta, though at the time the energy pulsed intensely, my heart started racing, and my breath went almost into full hyperventilation mode.
Then I popped up into J3 (or4?) which was light and bright and stable and felt like it went on forever. It’s there that I experienced bit of dissolution, with my body seeming to float away a bit out from underneath me. Not a huge dissolution experience, it just felt like the start of one.
the Good Heretic 